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Prince Gyllen Ch. 01

By: MythMaker



In ancient days, on another planet very similar but very different to our own, there was a small kingdom near the northern edge of the world known as Platina. It was a peaceful little country, isolated from the continental mainland. In fact, you might say it was quite boring as hardly any sort of significant event had happened in the last few centuries.

Our focus will be on Prince Gyllen, the last in line for the throne and the solitary male of the four current successors, though just by looking you may mistake him for one of the princesses. His delicate, doll-like facial features combined with his beauteous, bright, blonde hair that ran straight past his shoulders like woven silk would often make people think he was a woman at a glance, something he was quite sensitive about and it earned him the nickname 'Prince Pussy' among certain crude circles in the public. At the same time, however, he was also the subject of much jealousy, especially from the female staff at the castle. Most of them could only dream of having the same azure eyes that shone like gemstones or a slim physique that never seemed to get any fatter no matter how many royal feasts he attended. Depending who you ask, some people even think he is prettier than any of his three elder sisters.

The prince was currently taking a holiday down in the countryside far from the capital city. A whole week of leisurely equestrianism and hill climbing in the beautiful mid-spring scenery of south Platina. The meadows were filled with colourful flowers, a pleasantly cool breeze blew with the mildly warm sun beating down on the land and the local village was hustling and bustling with festivals. It was all quite exciting for Gyllen as well since this was the first time the young man had ever gone away from home without a relative accompanying him but his mother insisted that a team of bodyguards would go with him. Because of this, Gyllen only felt slightly more independent. It did get rather annoying as a cluster of soldiers surrounded him when he was trying to purchase things at the fair or when an obnoxious, clumsy gelding being ridden by a guard struggled to keep up with him on his beautiful, elegant, white mare. Despite this, the prince did have fun for his six days, staying in a villa the royal family owned just on the outskirts of the village.

On the sixth night, Gyllen decided to take a bath so he would be all fresh for returning home. The villa had a bathroom reserved for the royal household. The majority of the room was one big pool, resembling the baths used by the Romans though maybe not quite so elaborate. Gyllen was submerged in the hot, steamy water up to his elegant neck with his eyes closed and relaxed with nothing to keep him company apart from his own thoughts. His yellow hair had been washed with something called 'shampoo' he bought off a merchant from the orient that made his locks smell like oranges. Usually, members of the royal family would have maids at their side to attend to every possible need they may require when scrubbing oneself but Gyllen specifically requested that he did not need the staff to help him bathe or dress himself. The main reason being he was extremely shy when it came to being nude, especially around other people, and another reason was he saw no point as he could do all those things fine by himself.

After he soaked himself enough, Gyllen climbed from the water. His fragile body was shining and dripping, completely bald save for his immaculately trimmed pubic hairs around his small, uncut penis that dangled down. The prince took a small, fluffy towel from a bar fixed onto the wall and began to dry himself, starting with his feet. Just as he was rubbing the towel on his shapely bum, the door swung open and one of the guards came through. Gyllen jump slightly in fright, turned around to face him and fumbled with the small towel to barley cover his crotch and chest. 

"Hey, Prince Gyllen!" The guard said.

"R-Robert!" Gyllen exclaimed with his face blushing.

"Just checking to see if you're alright." Robert said to him with a smile, oblivious that Gyllen was distressed to hell and back.

"Get out!" The prince yelled at him. With that, Rob hurried back through the entrance, almost forgetting to close the door behind him. Gyllen went back to drying and noticed that his cock was at half-mast with the idea of being seen naked by the handsome soldier. "Gods...why was I born with such a perverted mind..."

After a while, Gyllen left the bathroom dressed in baby blue nightwear consisting of a shirt and trousers with a a gown worn over them that was a darker shade of blue and some white slippers on his feet to keep them warm. His hair seemed to glow like gold, thanks to the shampoo, as the sides of it hanged over his chest with the back going past his shoulders. Robert was waiting on the opposite side of the hallway with his back against the wall.

"Your majesty, please forgive my insolence." Robert genuflected to the prince with a serious look on his face.

"Ah! No, no! It's not your fault!" Gyllen said all flustered as he helped the guard back onto his feet. "I understand you've only been made my protector recently and haven't had time to familiarise yourself with my...um...special requests yet. I shouldn't have even snapped like that over something so trivial."

"Oh, really?" Rob's face became less intense. "Either way, I'm sorry."

"Why did you even come in like that in the first place?"

"Well, you see..." Robert said scratching the back on his neck. 

"It was mother again, wasn't it?" Gyllen guess. Robert nodded in confirmation.

"She gave me certain instructions to watch over you." Robert answered the prince. "I was suppose to check after a while to see if you hadn't fallen asleep in the bath. With us both being lads and all, I didn't think you would be too bothered."

"Uh, why must mother be so protective of me?" Gyllen groaned, hand to his forehead. "When will she understand that I'm not a child anymore? It's not like my sisters have an array of soldiers to follow them about."

"To be fair, my liege, they are all older than you."

"Hmph! If you ask me, Kobber still needs babysitters."

"Oh! Speaking of your sisters, a messenger came by and just informed us that Princess Jern just won against the Gela Army this morning. She'll be coming home to celebrate in a couple of months."

"Oh, gods..." Gyllen muttered under his breath. Jern was famous (or infamous, depending who you ask) for two things: being a mighty warrior and for throwing the most obnoxiously boisterous victory parties in the country.

Robert walked with Gyllen to the room he was staying in, just casually chatting away like two old friends rather than royalty and his bodyguard.

"Did you see all the monsters hanging about at the festivals, my prince?" Rob asked.

"Robert! The correct term is 'non-humans.'" Gyllen scolded him. "'Monster' is so speciesist."

"So sorry, milord. Old habits die hard."

"But, yes, I did see them. It's quite an odd thing to see dwarves, fauns and centaurs all getting along with humans so well."

"I know, it's not like that back in the capital at all. All the non-humans are packed into that horrible 'Monster District' like sardines."

"It's awful. I hope it gets abolished one day."

"With all due respect, sir, you ARE a prince. Can't you do something about it?"

"To be frank, I have very little influence on the way things are done in the kingdom, being last in line and all."

"Still, you have a better chance than I'll ever have." The pair had arrived at the prince's chamber. Gyllen put his hand on the knob of the door, ready to go in. "Pleasant dreams, sir."

"Thank you, Robert."

"You're looking great too. Would it be alright if I used that bath? Beats a wash tub any day." Gyllen just giggled.

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"Na, I mean it. You're a gorgeous bloke." Gyllen and Rob just stared awkwardly at each other for a couple of seconds. "Uh...forget I said that! See ya!" Robert quickly marched away before Gyllen could say anything back but he smiled. Though it was probably just a poor choice of words on the guard's part and not a confession of any sort, he found it sweet nonetheless.

Gyllen was doing some reading before he decided to go to bed from a musty old tome all about folk tales from the middle east on a gigantic old leather chair by a candle light on a small round table next to it. The fireplace was crackling with a bright flame, keeping the room lit and pleasantly warm. Though rather than actually taking in the words of the story about the city of brass, the prince's mind was elsewhere. Namely thinking about what might have happened if he did not shout at Robert for walking in on him while he had been vulnerable and naked. It was a silly fantasy, the prince knew that, but he still got horny thinking about what Rob would look like without all that bulky armour on. He fantasised the guard with a hairy chest, broad shoulders, abs of steel and a fat dick. Basically, all the things Gyllen's genes would deny himself. A small bulge formed underneath the prince's gown around the crotch area. He sighed and put the book down on the table by his side and lifted his gown up and just about to pull his pyjama bottoms down to masturbate when he heard a rap at the door. The prince, slightly annoyed that his fap session had been delayed for the moment, stood up and let his gown fall back down. He opened up the door, expecting a soldier, but instead he was greeted by a female goblin. 

The little lime-skinned woman was just a little over half of Gyllen's height, her head coming up to his waist. Her head shaved on the left side of her head with the remaining fiery, short, orange hair was brushed to fall down her right side making only one of her pointed ears visible. Freckles were dotted around her cheeks and across her defined nose that had a small ring pierced around her right nostril underneath her large, red-pupil eyes. Her clothes consisted of some brown cloth around her chest that unashamedly showed off her proportionally large, green, freckled cleavage and matching brown shorts kept up by a leather belt with a round, metallic buckle. She had nothing to cover her slim midriff and on her feet were well-used boots that went up her smooth calves. She also had an iron dagger sheathed in a scabbard attached to her waist which Gyllen hoped was purely for self-defence.

"Oh! You aren't Werner." The goblin said. Gyllen recalled that there was a guard called Werner that came with him. Did he meet this young filly earlier and invited her to the villa?

"Um, no, I'm not." Gyllen said, unsure how to respond. "Can I help you?"

"Whatever, you're hotter than him anyway." The goblin girl barged into his room uninvited.

"Hey! How did you even get past the patrols?" Gyllen asked, annoyed that some stranger just came into his private chamber to make herself at home.

"Eh, I've sneaked past better. The problem is this damn house. It's too big, I can't find me way about." She replied, eyeing up all the decorations hanged up on the wall. "What's with all the soldiers anyway? Are you a rich daddy's special little girl who needs protectin' at night because she lost her teddy bear?"

"I'm a man!" The prince yelled, getting all up in a tizzy.

"Wha-! No way!" She boldly grasped onto Gyllen's crotch. Naturally, this made Gyllen red-faced and he pushed her away to which she just laughed.

"W-what was that for!?" The prince tried to hide the fact his penis had become a half-chub.

"It's small but you're definitely a boy." She chuckled once more to herself before taking a better look at Gyllen. "Wait a minute...blonde hair and blue eyes....are you Prince Pussy?"

"...I am Prince Gyllen, yes." Gyllen said, trying to remain dignified.

"Whoa, that's so cool! Just came here to take a quiet break from all the hard work of bein' pampered all day and all night? I'm Min, by the way. Nice to meetcha!" The goblin held out a small green hand. Gyllen, out of polite instinct, shook it. "I've never shagged a noble before. This is gonna be fun!"

"What!? Who said anything about fornication?" The prince said, taking his hand away.

"I know you find me sexy." Min jumped onto the queen-sized bed and sat down with her legs dangling over the side. "That big stiffy in your trousers gave it away. Well, maybe 'big' is too generous of a word."

"Huh?" The prince looked down to see that his cock had become fully erect because of the scantily clad cutie and yelled out, trying to cover it with his hands. Min just smirked. Gyllen thought for a minute and decided that he was likely not going to get a chance like this again so he might as well go all the way with it. "Alright, fine! I admit I would like to have sexual intercourse with you."

"Yes! Sex with a pretty prince AND a warm bed! Tonight's my lucky night." Min punched the air in victory. "But you're gonna have to ask me more nicely."

"You're really pushing it..." Gyllen groaned. "Will you please let me have sex with you, Min?"

"Say: "Please, Miss Min, steal my virginity.""

"Wait, how do you know I'm virgin?"

"'Cause you just admitted it, dummy." Min chuckled yet again. Gyllen closed his eyes with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth frowned in frustration. "You're so adorable when you're pissed."

Min lay back onto the bed with her head partially sunken into the soft, feather-filled pillow. Her arms and legs spread out like a starfish. Gyllen just watched, unsure what the goblin was trying to do. Min sat back up to face the prince.

"Come on!" She said.

"Huh?" The clueless Gyllen uttered.

"Man, you really are helpless newbie." Min scratched the back of her head. "Look, it isn't brain surgery, just start takin' off me clothes."

"O-okay..." Said Gyllen with a shaky voice. Min instead flipped herself around and got on all fours, her wide bum sticking out to the prince in those tight shorts. Gyllen put his hands around her waist with his eyes still fixated on that arse and fumbled about with her belt, loosening it up. He managed to unhook the buckle and put his fingers underneath shorts at both hips and slowly pulled them off, gradually revealling her plump, emerald buns as she was not wearing any sort of underwear. Gyllen's eyes were wide and sparkling in amazement as he brought her shorts down even further to her knees, baring her kelly green slit and a ginger bush of pubes. Min looked back to see the noble boy's reactions to seeing his first real-life vagina.

"Not bad, huh?" Min said.

"Thank you, gods..." Gyllen mumbled. "Can I touch it?"

"No, just stare at it for the whole night." Min snarked. "Of course you can touch it!"

"S-sorry. I just don't want to mess up." Gyllen took his trembling right index finger and rub it up and down timidly in between her labia as he breathed loudly through his mouth. He found the vaginal opening and softly prodded his finger into it. The pussy swallowed it up and clung to it tightly, causing Min to quietly moan. Gyllen moved the finger back and forth for a little bit as Min made more noises.

"Mmm, nice n' slow. I kinda like it..." She said. Gyllen took his finger from the sucking orifice, much to Min's disappointment. She looked over her shoulder to see what he was doing. Gyllen examined the sticky liquid on his finger and got curious over how it tasted. He took one tiny lick of it and was instantly captivated by the salty sweetness when it hit his taste buds like a strike to the senses. The prince took one look back to the goblin's wide behind and threw his head down right into it without a second thought. His lips connected with the cunt and the rest of his face was squashed in between her bum cheeks. His nose was against her anus, sniffing the sweat coming from it as his tongue worked away on her vag. He lapped up all the delicious love juices straight from the source as though he was dying of thirst, his tongue partially inside her actual hole while he gripped tightly onto her buttocks, squashing them in his hands. Min grabbed fistfuls of the bed sheet and curled her toes as her groans got louder. "Fucking hell, man, are you sure this is your first time?"

Min moved Gyllen's head away from her pussy, rather forcefully too since he was getting really into it, and laid on her back. She kicked her off her boots and completely removed her shorts that where still hanging loose around her knees, throwing them to the side.. She spread her short legs and opened up her lower lips by using her fingers in an upside down 'V' position, showing her moist insides.. Gyllen attempted to go down on her again, assuming she was just getting in a better position for him to eat out, but his face met her foot instead of her crotch.

"I've had enough licking for now." Min pushed the prince's head back with her sole.

"Fine..." Gyllen pouted. "What's next then?"

"Hmm, I was already pretty horny on my way here so I think we can go straight to the shaggin'."

"Oh...do I have to show my penis?"

"Uh...yeah. That's how sex works. The hell do they teach you at prince school?" Gyllen pulled the gown up over his head and left it on the floor, next to Min's discarded clothes, now standing in his PJ's, hesitant to pull down his bottoms in front of another person waiting for him.

"I can't...it's too embarrassing..."

"Aw, do you need big sis Min to help you?"

"Stop teasing me." Gyllen whined.

"Get over here, you big baby." Min crawled towards the prince and grabbed onto Gyllen's waistband and yanked it down. His cock bounced a little as it was released from it's cloth confines which almost hit the lustful goblin in the face. Gyllen gulped as he watched Min just stare at his erect dick for a little while.

"D-do you like it?" Gyllen asked nervously. 

"Not gonna lie, I was expectin' it to be smaller." Min answered. Gyllen's penis was just below the average length.

"Uh, thanks?" The prince was unsure if she meant that as a compliment. 

Min lay back onto the bed, resuming her previous position. Gyllen knelt in between her parted legs and aimed his meat stick to her hungry snatch. Touching lightly onto the damp orifice that eagerly awaited him. Min bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

"Ready to say goodbye to your virginity?"

"I think so." Gyllen nodded, putting his hands on her little knees.

"Just move your hips forward."

"Like this?" Gyllen put some pressure on his body up against Min's and-pop!-his glans had entered into the hot cave that his finger was exploring previously. It was nothing like he ever felt before as he pushed in further, filling up Min's insides as it probed deeper and deeper with Min taking deep and heavy breaths. The vaginal walls clamped down on Gyllen's dick when he reached all the way into Min, their two bodies now touching.

"Yes...Very good..." Min said between the cute noises she made with her mouth. "Just keep doing that over again." Gyllen nodded and pulled all the way back and back down again, repeating his motions but getting faster and faster each time. The sweat beads flew from his body and landed onto Min's own perspiring figure, the two making sexual groans in unison with the old wooden bed creaking as they shifted. It was a miracle the guards did not hear anything. Gyllen suddenly grasped hold of the cloth on Min's chest and tugged it off, letting her adorable small boobs be free to bounce with each thrust.

"Takin' charge now, huh?" Min said. Gyllen did not reply but instead took his hands away from her legs and squashed the palms on his hands into the goblin's tiny tits, kneading them into her body. Min was stunned at this sudden aggression but soon found pleasure in her chest getting ravaged by big human hands. With her legs unconstrained, Min held them partially around Gyllen's hips but not all the way since they were so short. She took her left hand and moved it past Gyllen's arms and down her stomach until she reached her clitoris and vigorously rubbed on it with her middle and ring fingers. Gyllen switched from groping Min's breasts to lightly pinching on her dark green nipples. Min winced a little but loved the feeling of her nips getting pulled and twisted. Gyllen continued to relentlessly pound every inch of his cock into her, grunting with ecstasy until it twitched while inside Min's pussy


Prince Gyllen Ch. 01



"Oh! Min! I feel like I'm about to cum!" The prince said without stopping his hips bucking or his hands fondling.

"Yeah, me too..." Min mumbled. "Just load it all inside when you're ready."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Oh, gods, I'm gonna cum in my first vagina!" After saying that and pushing his hips in again, Gyllen's shots of semen burst from his urethra and into the goblin's womb yelling her name as he orgasmed. Min shouted loudly too as she also came when she felt the healthy amount of jizz fire into her. The prince's body spasmed a little bit as he just kept on cumming. He pulled out and rested his dick on her pube mass but it just continued to throb and ejaculate hard, getting more cum all over Min's stomach, the bottom of her tits and even managing to get one stray bullet onto her face before he finally stopped with a sigh. Exhausted and panting heavily, Gyllen fell onto Min who struggled underneath his body weight to get free.

"Hey, Prince Pussy! Get off!" Min flailed about "I can't breath!" Gyllen pushed himself back up with the cum on Min's body now rubbed off onto his pyjama top and stained it. His penis had finally gone flaccid again but still covered in a mixture of pussy juice and semen.

"I'm so sorry! are you hurt?" Gyllen said with a tone of concern in his voice. His eyes fell down to her cunt leaking a trickle of jizz.

"I'll live." Min stretched. "How do you feel?"

"...not all that different really. Except more tired." Gyllen replied.

"Did you not like it?"

"N-no, it felt wonderful. Much better than masturbating." Gyllen smiled. "Was I good?"

"Not bad for a first time."

"Thank you so much for letting me have sex with you. Is there any way I can repay you?"

"Whoa, I never said I was a prozzy."

"Ah! You misunderstand me. I meant like is there anything I can do for you?"

"Hmm...How about lettin' me stay in this bed for the night? It's fuckin' comfy."

"A simple request." Gyllen pulled his bottoms back up and went to go spend the night on the chair.

"Hey, where are going? Don't you want to share?"

"You don't mind?"

"Of course not, you twat." Min laughed. She pulled the fluffy duvet over her naked body and patted an empty spot to indicate Gyllen to come over. Gyllen joined her in the bed, laying down as his blonde hair sprawled over the pillow. Min snuggled up to him, resting her head on his chest. "Somebody has to keep me warm." Gyllen sighed. He had been relegated to a human water bottle.

"Could I say something, Min?" The prince asked.

"No."

"Why?"

"Just kiddin'! Go on."

"Would it be alright if...I came back to this village every once in a while...to see you...and we could...fornicate more...maybe." Gyllen's speech pattern was stifled, never having said something like that before in his life. He just hoped he did not come off as demanding.

"Sure, why not?"

"You really mean it?"

"Yeah, there's loads of stuff I can teach you."

"Thank you so much!" Gyllen embraced the goblin in his arms, almost crushing the poor thing.

"Except, I'm not actually from here. I'm just visiting me mum for a couple of days." Min said, prying from Gyllen's hold.

"Oh? Where do you live then?"

"...Malmhule." Min seemed ashamed to admit it.

"Ah, the capital. What a coincidence." Remembering Min was not a human, he then said: "Wait, that means you live in the Monster District." Min nodded silently.

"Oh, my..." Now Gyllen seemed guilty. "On behalf on my ancestors, I greatly apologise for that abominable sector." 

"Don't. Not like it's your fault."

"But as a member of the royal family, I should do something about it."

"Can we not talk politics right now?"

"Yes, of course. Forgive me."

"And stop being so sorry all the time!" The two held each other through the night and feel asleep together.

The next morning, the prince awakened, the fireplace and candle had both burnt out with the sunlight breaking through the window being the only source of illumination as birds tweeted in the distance. Unlike most people, he looked beautiful even when he was groggy and just waking up though his hair was messed up and looked ridiculous but at the same time it had a certain cute charm to it. He looked to his side and could see Min woke up earlier and left, probably when only a few guards were still up and doing their rounds, taking her clothing with her. He bounced out from the bed and picked his own gown up from the floor and neatly folded it while he had a morning semi-erection poking out. Gyllen looked over to the little table next to the armchair and noticed a sheet of parchment with something scribbled down in messy handwriting and terrible spelling. He picked it up and examined it, trying to make out the words while still not fully woken up, deciphering it as "Marie Queen's Close, Mrs. Hertz Boarding House." Was this where she was staying? Gyllen decided to find out as soon as he got back home.

*

(Thank you for reading and I am sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors.) 



Prince Gyllen Ch. 02



The iron portcullis to the outer walls surrounding the castle had slowly been winched up and Prince Gyllen came through riding on Snowcloud, his white mare, dressed in a navy blue hooded cloak over a sky blue doublet, beige breeches and a rapier at his side purely for cosmetic reasons with his blonde hair lightly flowing in the mild breeze. Following him were a gaggle of soldiers in clunky armour riding on inelegant geldings, among whom was Robert, the rookie who befriended Gyllen after becoming his bodyguard. The prince got to the grey stone steps that led up to the castle entrance before dismounting and letting the stable master take Snowcloud away. The enormous wooden doors were pushed open by two servants and out walked Queen Helio, husband of King Platina and mother of Gyllen and his four sisters. She stood on top of the stairs wearing a long, frilly, red dress. With her olive skin and curly, jet-black hair, you could tell she was not a local woman, originally being a princess from another country on the far western side of the continent called Hispania. Helio had a mature and dignified type of beauty to her that comes naturally to these types of women as they age. Wide hips, large breasts and a mole on the left side of her top lip. Gyllen genuflected towards her as a mark of respect, having an air of pride and formality about himself.

"I have returned, Mother." He said before standing back up.

"Oh, my sweet little Gyllen!" Helio ran down the steps, almost tripping up on her own dress and cuddled her son. She still retained her foreign accent after all these years.

"Mother, please! People are staring!" Gyllen gently pushed his mother away, hearing some of the soldiers snicker behind him.

"Do you have any mosquito bites? Any cuts? Any bruises?" Helio turned Gyllen's head to examine his cheeks.

"I'm perfectly fine, Mother." Gyllen reassured her, taking her hands away from his face. "I imagine Father is too busy to come and see me as usual."

"Don't say it like it's a bad thing. Your father is a very hard worker."

"What about Sølv?"

"She's out at the moment. Kobber's here though."

"Great..."

The prince and queen walked into the main hall of the castle, decorated with tapestries along the walls depicting famous historical moments in the kingdom and a long red carpet lead up to a pair of thrones. All of a sudden, Gyllen was jumped on from behind by somebody, nearly collapsing from the sudden attack,

"Hiya, little bro!" A girl with wavy chestnut hair had her heaving breasts squashed up against the prince's back as her arms crossed over his chest to keep a hold on him.

"Oh, hello, Kobber..." The prince said unenthusiastically. Kobber let go and dashed in front of the prince, wearing expensive looking jewellery on a beautiful white dress.

"Did ya bring me back a pressie?" She asked with wide-brown-eyed glee.

"I did not." The prince mumbled.

"Aw, meanie!" Kobber pouted.

"Forgive me." Gyllen sighed.

"I'm just joking, silly!" Kobber poked him on the nose. "So, do you wanna play with me later if Sølv isn't back? Daddy got me all sorts of new teddies!"

"I'll pass." 

"What about my flower collection? I found some really pretty ones while you were gone."

"Kobber, please, I'm very tired from riding home all day. Can I just have five minutes to nap?"

"No probs! I'll be your wake up call."

"Uh, no, Kobber, that's quite alright..." What Gyllen was saying did not register with the airhead and she just skipped along the corridor and out of sight. Gyllen just groaned in annoyance.

The prince arrived to his room in the north-eastern tower and took out a folded piece of parchment out from his pocket. He opened it up and once again saw the message Min left him: 'Marie Queen's Close, Mrs. Hertz Boarding House.' No doubt this place was in the Monster District, the trouble is just finding out exactly where. Regular human citizens rarely ever went into the Monster District, let alone the royal family, so he doubted anybody in the castle would know exactly where the boarding house was. Gyllen decided it would be best just to go there himself and hope for the best.

Night fell and Gyllen donned his cloak once again, ready to leave for the other side of town. The sun had set and lamp posts had been lit all across the city which twinkled from down below Gyllen's window. Gyllen walked down the spiralling staircase of the spire and left through a door at the base out beyond the castle walls, not wanting to get spotted as his mother would no doubt have a bunch of soldiers leave with him. Luckily, security was pretty lax tonight and Gyllen made it into the town without having been discovered. It was an odd yet satisfying feeling to finally be out of the palace without any bodyguards, smiling to himself like an idiot. He put his hood up and closed his cape over his body so nobody would recognise him or his high-class clothes. There was not much people out in the sector near the castle since it was pretty late in the evening. All the shops had been shut and people were heading home after a long day of work or to just going to hang out at the pubs to get themselves drunk. Gyllen was distracted by all the mundane sights not covered by the bodies of soldiers to the point he had almost forgot why he even came out in the first place and made his way to where the Monster District was roughly located.

Gyllen eventually arrived to the ghetto where all the non-humans in the city lived, still trying to cover himself to the best to his ability as to not to be discovered. It was a miserable bunch of streets. A homeless dwarf sat on the cobblestone walls hoping for some alms, a drunk bugbear staggered past and vomited into an dustbin and he swore he saw a couple of kobolds exchanging hands over some shady goods in an alleyway. Looking down at the ground, he quickly walked past all this, hopelessly and aimlessly wandering about to find Marie Queen's Close. He eventually gave up and decided to pluck up the courage to ask for directions. There was a suspicious troll smoking a long, wooden pipe with his back up against a wall and his eyes shifting to and fro, looking at everybody going past him for some reason. Gyllen walked up to him.

"Excuse me, sir?" The imposing troll looked down to the prince who had his face obscured by the shadows coming from his hood and his trademark golden locks tucked out of sight so he would not be found out. The troll remained silent and Gyllen spoke up once again under his intimidating gaze. "I-I-I'm looking for Marie Queen's Close. D-do you know where it is?" The troll slowly raised his hand and pointed down the road.

"...Second left." The troll mumbled in a deep voice as he went back to smoking.

"Thank you so much." Gyllen bowed and walked down the street, exhaling in relief that he did not get beat up. 

The prince went where the troll indicated and right at the corner of the alleyway was a door with 'Mrs. Hertz' stencilled on it. Gyllen used the knocker and a couple of seconds later and an elderly ogre lady opened up.

"Sorry to bother you at such a late hour, madame."

"We're full up, dearie" She said, about to close the door but Gyllen stopped her with his hand.

"Actually, I'm looking to meet somebody here."

"Oh, in that case, come on in." Mrs. Hertz opened back up. Gyllen walked into the building as a candle light illuminated his face.

"A human!" Mrs. Hertz exclaimed. "That's unusual around this part of town."

"Yes, I noticed on my way here."

"You best watch yourself, honey. A lot of the folks here despise humans."

"Thank you for the advice." Gyllen gulped.

"Who is it you're looking for?"

"She's a goblin called Min."

"Ah, yes. Ms. Fe. She's a nice girl. Always pays her rent on time. Are you a friend of hers?"

"I suppose I am." Gyllen did not really know how to class their relationship.

"Room 3, just up the stairs. I think she's still in."

"Thank you, madame." 

Gyllen climbed the creaky steps to the second story and found a door with a rusty, metal '3' screwed onto it at the end of the corridor. Slightly hesitant at first, he rapped his knuckles against it three times and Min opened up, wearing even raunchier clothes than last time. On her torso was a well-worn, see-through, constricting mesh vest with a few torn holes here and there, mostly around her slim belly. Underneath, she was wearing nothing but a dark bikini top that kept her breasts held in place and on her lower half she was wearing a pair of white, buttoned-up shorts with the legs so short to show off as much of her wide thighs as possible that you would swear they were practically underwear. On her feet were black, velvet, high-heeled boots that rode up to just below her knees making her seem slightly taller than normal.

"Holy shit, you actually came." Min said. "How you doin', Prince Pussy?"

"Very well, thanks for asking." Gyllen said. "And my name is Gyllen..."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Min pulled him inside. It was a single room, with a single window and a single bed. There was some crates stacked in the corner filled with all sorts of baubles. "It isn't much but make yourself at home."

"Good gods, how can you live like this?" Gyllen said, scanning the virtually empty box of a room.

"It's only temporary. I'm lucky to even have a roof over my head at all."

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me." Gyllen apologised. "I wasn't criticising, just shocked that some people have to live this way."

"Well, not all of us are born royalty. Or human."

"...are you trying to guilt trip me? I'm all for equal rights for non-humans, you know."

"Just thinkin' out loud. Anyway, I've decided that we're goin' out tonight."

"Oh..."

"What's the matter?"

"It's just...I was expecting more fornicating with you."

"Don't worry, they'll be plenty of sexy shit later."

"Oh, good" Gyllen smiled.

"By the by, we can't have you going out in those clothes."

"What's wrong with them?"

"People are gonna recognise you're the prince from a mile away in that fancy get up."

"Hmm, I didn't really think about a proper disguise. Just this cloak."

"Even that alone looks better than all my clothes combined. Luckily, clever ol' me thought ahead. I got you some stuff to help you blend in a bit better."

"Really? You shouldn't have." Gyllen was moved by Min thinking about him.

"It's alright, they were going really cheap." Min smirked. "In fact, you might even say: 'it was a steal.'"

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that..."

"They're just in that chest over there." Min indicate a locker at the foot of her bed. "I'll wait outside 'till your ready, okay?" The goblin left the room, closing the door behind her. Gyllen opened up the box and took one good look at the contents before saying to himself:

"You've got to be joking..."

"Come on! How long are ya gonna take?" Min shouted through the door.

"I look ridiculous!" Gyllen yelled back.

"I'll be the judge of that." Min opened the door back up and walked right in.

"Wah! Don't look!" Gyllen had changed from his regal clothing and into a hot pink boob tube that hugged tightly around his upper body, leaving his shoulders and arms bare. Around his waist was a black mini-skirt that was so short, you could almost see the black cheekies underneath when he just stood normally. Down his thin legs, Gyllen was wearing fishnet knee highs and on his feet was a pair of platform heeled shoes that matched the colour of the top. All Min could say was:

"Damn!"

"These clothes are too small..." Gyllen said, holding onto his skirt, desperately trying to pull it down so it didn't reveal as much.

"Gimme a break. It's not like I knew your exact mesurements."

"And I look like a prostitute."

"Exactly! Nobody is gonna think you're the prince now!" Min said, while checking him out. The prince could honestly pass as an attractive young lady, even more so now since he was wearing woman's clothing. "Actually, let me just add some finishing touches..." Min reached into a satchel hanging off the post of her bed and pulled out various, cheap make-up trinkets.

After a little while, Min had finished painting the canvas that was Gyllen's face and stood back to admire her work. The prince's eyelashes were black and elongated with mascara, his cheeks subtlety rouge with blush and his lips rose red with gloss.

"How do I look?"

"Like a sex beast."

"I meant, am I still recognisable?"

"Eh, kind of? But I think this will be enough. Anyway, let's move. We're late enough as it is."

"Late? Late for what?"

"Remember how I said I was gonna teach you stuff?" Min took Gyllen's hand and they rushed back out the room. "It's goin' to be one of your lessons."

"I can't go out like this!"

"Stop lying to yourself. You obviously don't mind since you put it on and let me doll you up."

"Tch! She knows." Gyllen said in his head. They walked downstairs, Gyllen trying not to fall over in his new shoes and bumped into Mrs. Hertz on the way out as she was checking her books. 

"Are you girls going out?" The elderly ogress asked them.

"Yeah, Mrs. H, don't know when we'll be back." Min said to her.

"You, human, be careful out there, you hear?" Hertz told to Gyllen, unfazed by his provocative clothing. The prince realised that she must have thought he was a woman this whole time.

"Yes, madame." Gyllen said. The two left the building and were back out into the streets.

"Y'see? Ol' Mrs. H was fooled."

"It could just be her ageing eyesight..."

"You're such a downer." Min elbowed him in the stomach. "Don't worry about getting your arse kicked cause you're human either. Most people wouldn't do it without a good reason. Maybe."

"That's reassuring..."

Min and Gyllen made their way through the district, sticking to the back alleys to keep the cross-dressing prince out of sight for now who was still trying to stretch his skirt just a little bit further and hobbling in his heels on the cobblestone streets to keep up with the goblin, making a clacking noise as they hit the ground. Luckily for them and their revealling clothes, it was a warm night. They went back out onto the main street and found themselves outside a tavern, Gyllen could hear chattering inside and it sounded pretty crowded. A rectangular sign hanged from the wall above the door with the words: 'The Laughing Laelaps' and gleeful dog depicted underneath.

"Here we are." Min said as she reached up to a ring on the door, turned it and opened up. The pair went inside, the smell of cheap booze and hookah smoke struck Gyllen's nasal. Everybody inside the pub had gone silent with their attention turned to the entrance, seeing who just came in, Gyllen coughed and looked through the fine mist to see a bunch of non-humans sitting around circular tables and staring back at him, mostly orcs though there was a couple of members from other species. Somebody eventually broke the silence.

"Fucking hell! What a hottie!" What followed was laughter and wolf whistles for this attractive 'female' human who just walked in. Gyllen just looked at his feet, trying to avoid their gazes then faced Min.

"Min, can we please go? This is too humiliating." He whispered to his goblin friend. 

"Relax. I'll handle everything." Min said to him and then shouted to the crowd. "Alright, boys! That's enough!"

"Hey, it's Min!" Somebody else said, followed by cheers. "I was too distracted by the blonde to see her."

"Shut it, Jerry." Min said back. Everybody chortled at her sass. She and Gyllen walked past the clusters of men to the bar where they sat on stools, Min having to jump up onto the taller one just to be seen. Gyllen crossed his legs out of habit, causing his skirt to ride up his thighs but he managed to pull it down before anybody could see anything, much to the onlookers disappointment. The bartender was a green-scaled lizardman wearing an apron over his shirt with countless stains dotted about it, washing out a glass with a rag. 

"Yo, Khuuli, how about some service?" Min said to him. The reptilian humanoid turned around.

"Oh, a new fassse." Khuuli hissed, noticing Gyllen. "What'sss your name, misss?"

"Gyll-" Gyllen stopped himself before he foolishly stated his real name but had to think of an alias. And quick. "Uh, Goldie! My name is Goldie."

"Nissse to meet you." Khuuli shook his cold hand with 'Goldie.' "What would you girlsss like?"

"Just the usual for me, Khu." Min said. "What about you, Goldie?"

"Um...You wouldn't happen to have any milk, sir?" Gyllen asked Khuuli. The lizardman cackled along with anybody else in earshot, including Min. Gyllen nervously laughed along.

"Thisss is an adult essstablishment. Asss in, we only ssserve adult drinksss." The barkeep replied.

"Does he need to use so many words with 's' in them?" Gyllen thought to himself then said aloud. "In that case, I'll just have the same." Gyllen rarely ever drank anything alcoholic outside of special occasions so he hoped what Min ordered was not too strong. Khuuli slung the cloth over his left shoulder and got two mugs to pour the liquid from a barrel.

"Seriously? Goldie?" Min whispered to Gyllen, stifling her mirth.

"I was under pressure, it was the first thing that popped into my head." Gyllen retorted.

"With a name like that, people are going to think you really are a whore."

"By the way, I've noticed that nobody has taken their eyes away from us yet." Gyllen said while he looked over his shoulder to confirm the men were still glaring their way. He twirled his finger on a lock of hair in anxiety. "I know they probably don't see many humans, but still...it's getting absurd."

"You're just paranoid. Nobody thinks you're the prince."

"That isn't what I'm worried about..."

Khuuli turned back around slammed two large steins onto the counter, overflowing with foam.

"That will be a piessse of gold each." The barkeeper said. Gyllen reach down to his pockets only to realise that there was not any on the skirt.

"Oh, blast, I've forgotten my purse in my other clothes." Gyllen said.

"Perhapsss you can pay me another way?" Khuuli chuckled to himself. The prince backed away slightly in worry.

"Uh, can I borrow some money, Min?" Gyllen asked his friend. To which she placed two gold coins down on the bar which Khuuli scooped into his hand.

"Darn..." The reptile murmured to himself as he reluctantly took the currency.

"Cheers then." Min grasped the handle of the container with both her tiny hands and tip it over to her mouth to begin sipping on it. Gyllen held up the surprisingly heavy mug and took one glance at it's contents: A murky, viscous liquid. The prince sloshed it about a little bit as it moved like mud.

"Uh, I've suddenly lost my thirst." He pushed the stein away from him.

"Wicked! More for me. Not like you paid for it anyway." Min pulled it to her side while she continued to chug on her own swill, sloppily dribbling some down her chin and onto her chest, right in between her two green mammaries but she did not seem to take notice or just did not care. Either way, all the males were ogling her chest-piece get slightly damp as she downed her drink.

Min finished her first drink and hit the empty mug back onto the bar and an uncouth belch followed soon after.

"Aaah...Nidavellir beer is the best." She exhaled, sounding slightly tipsy already. "Alright, who's first then?" Gyllen wondered what on earth she meant by that, thinking she was just talking nonsense because the alcohol already taking effect on her petite body at first. A couple of men got up from their round tables and raced towards the goblin with a giant minotaur reaching her first which caused the others sulk back to their chairs.

"I'll go first, if you don't mind." The minotaur said as he loomed over Min sitting on her stool. Minotaurs were hybrids of humans and cattle and this one looked like your average example. His entire lower body was that of a bovine, with cattle-like legs thick with black fur that ended in hooves, a thin bush-tipped tail swished behind him, two long, furry ears drooping for the side of his head and a pair of large, white horns that ended in sharp points emerging from his unkempt mullet. The rest of him looked like a man though. A bronze skinned, muscular, good looking man with a scruffy beard on his broad chin.




Prince Gyllen Ch. 02



"Brizola! It's been ages!" Min exclaimed.

"Aye. I haven't cummed since last time." The bull-man said, baring a bulge in his shorts.

"Aw, you poor thing." Min took hold of the lump in between Brizola's legs with one hand, fondling it lovingly. "Your balls must be aching."

"It's worth it when it's for you, Min." The minotaur smiled down at her.

"Oh, I see, Min comes here to pick up men. Wait, is that why she had me dress in harlot's clothing? To be her assistant?" Gyllen thought to himself, watching Min shamelessly squeeze at Brizola in such a public place, gazing into each others eyes with lustful looks. "Surely, they're not going to do anything obscene in front of all these people..." Gyllen looked away for just a second and when he turned back, Min had freed Brizola's genitals from their prison of cloth. Gyllen was speechless as he watched the minotaur's giant erection get shamelessly jerked off. If he was drinking that beer right now, he would have spat it out in awe.

"What in Odin's name are you doing!?"

"Didn't I tell you that I was going to teach you about fellatio today?"

"What!? No! Of course you didn't!" The prince blushed. "How do you even forget to tell someone a thing like that?"

"Uh...surprise?" Min awkwardly smirked. "You don't mind being used for practice, do you, Brizola?"

"Hell no! Your friend is a knock-out! A little flat-chested though..."Brizola gave a lustful snort and his dick seemed to throb when he looked straight at 'Goldie.'

"You must be joking. You expect me to suck a penis in a public tavern?"

"Just shut up and give us a show already!" Somebody from the onlookers shouted. Gyllen turned to see who said that and everybody was eagerly awaiting and leaning forward, anticipating for some smutty entertainment. Min grabbed his shoulder with the same hand she had just been pleasuring the bull-man with and whispered into his ear:

"How many times do I have to say that nobody knows you're Prince Pussy? Just imagine yourself as a totally different person free from the responsibilities in your real life."

"Gods..fine..." Gyllen was convinced.

"Great stuff. Now get on your knees like the good little bitch you are!" Gyllen sighed and stood up from his stool, greeted by a swat to the arse by Min's palm to which he yelped as everybody guffawed at his expense. Gyllen rubbed his sore bum cheek and knelt down on the cold, stone floor. He kept himself straight, fearing his skirt might split apart.

Brizola stepped forward to the eager apprentice, cock now inches away from his face. Gyllen did not realise what a commanding presence it had until it was up this close, his eyes grew wide, he gulped and his mouth began to salivate without him realising. All he knew at that very moment was that he wanted the meaty bratwurst inside his mouth and anything that may ejaculate from it. He opened up his mouth and exhaled hot breath onto the cock, his head closer towards it one its own but was blocked by a familiar green hand before he could wrap his lips around the rod.

"Whoa! Calm it, Goldie!" Min said. "You gotta start slow."

"How so?" The prince said, temporarily regaining control of his body and wiping his mouth of slabber.

"Start by using your hands, like this." Min got right up behind the minotaur with her tits pressed against his rear. She reached around with her stubby arm and held his penis within her little fingers, slowly pumping away on it as Gyllen watched, still kneeling, watching the master at work.

"Now you try it." Min let go and Gyllen gingerly raised his right hand to meet Brizola's dick and slowly clasped his digits around the girth of it lightly, moving his hand all the way down then back up, repeating the process over and over. It was an odd sensation to jerk off another man's private parts, feeling its veiny form pulsate in his hold, watching as the foreskin covered the glans when he brought his hand forward and released it once again when he his hand moved back. Gyllen's grip clenched up tightly as he was now beating the bull-man off with both speed and power. The prince looked up to Brizola to see his grunting reactions and was pleased that the Minotaur seemed to enjoy it. Looking back at the cock and realized just how massive it really was, even getting somewhat jealous over the subject. Deciding one would not be enough, Gyllen held onto the cock with his left hand, placing it just above the other and animating them in synchronization. 

"Oooh! A double handy! I like it." Brizola grinned, looking down into the prince's sapphire eyes.

"Feh! Show off..." Min muttered.

"Is it alright to suck on it now, Min?" Gyllen asked.

"Yeah, sure, not like we're getting any younger." Min started to consume the other mug of beer. Gyllen removed his hands to rest them on Brizola's legs and worked up some saliva just thinking about eating that penis up. He puckered his lips and kissed the very tip, leaving a pink ring of lip gloss imprinted on it which made Gyllen giggle. He ran the edge of it along his mouth before opening it up and sticking out his tongue to slap the shaft against with a wet noise.

"Holy shit, you're really getting into this now." Min looked whilst spectating. "Where the hell did you even learn stuff like that?" Gyllen did not answer as he had already wrapped his hungry gob over the cock-head, sucking away diligently. In truth, the prince would often sneak erotic books into his chambers to read whilst he masturbated and discovered all sorts of arousing techniques through them, complete with some illustrations. His owns loins were beginning to stir from the salty taste and musky scent coming from the minotaur's crotch. Luckily, since the skirt was so tight, any sort of bulge was barely noticeable, getting turned on by the fact that Brizola probably was heterosexual yet was enjoying being sucked off by another male but just didn't know it like the little deviant he was. He continued to stuff the meat-stick further into his tight little mouth until he halted when he felt the tip touch the back of his throat, causing him to cough and gag a little.

"Huh? Why'd you stop?" The upset minotaur looked down.

"Seems like Ms. Goldie has her limits." Min finished her booze and hopped back off onto the floor. "She just needs a little push." The goblin placed her hand on the back of Gyllen's head and shoved it forward, forcing the prince to deepthroat the cock, his nose now deep within Brizola's curly pubic hairs and his chin touching his plump scrotum. Gyllen's eyes widened even further as he made gurgling noises with tears starting to leak from the corners, making his mascara run down his cheeks in black strands, the gigantic outline of the penis was visible via a lump on the prince's neck. Brizola grabbed hold of Gyllen's head and moved it manually himself, bucking with his hips and fucking him deep into his throat as if the prince was nothing more that a glorified sex toy, even sometimes grabbing onto Gyllen's beautiful, silky hair to hold onto his skull more easily. 'Goldie' knelt helpless against the minotaur's might, getting his mouth raped over and over again, smearing the shaft with his lip gloss and wincing with a mixture of pleasure and pain. After a few more thrusts into Gyllen's throat-pussy, the bull-man exclaimed:

"Here it comes...!" Brizola shoved himself in as deep as he could with Gyllen's face squashed up against his pelvis, bellowing out as he orgasmed. He shot a mass of semen directly down the prince's hungry gullet and into his waiting belly. The minotaur pulled his manhood out, shining with all the spit and mucus that had accumulated over it, but still continued to cum, jizzing all over Gyllen's beautiful yet messed up face in thick white clumps, coating the prince's make-up smeared face with bull spunk.

"Phew! You're a natural, sweetie." Brizola said, stuffing his dick back into his slacks. The prince coughed out some cum lingering in the back of his mouth and wiped his eyes from the goo.

"Th-thank you..." Gyllen said under his breath. The rest of the men had gotten all fired up watching his cock sucking techniques and ran towards where he knelt all saying stuff like: "Me Next! Me Next!" A crowd gathered around the popular new 'girl', dicks in hand, awaiting to be sucked.

"Gods! More penises!" Gyllen watched the surrounding exotic non-human cocks all being masturbated in his direction but before he could do anything about it, someone spoke up.

"Hold it! Aren't you forgetting someone?" Min pushed her way into the circle of men. "Don't I get any cocks tonight?"

"Oh, right, Min's here...I forgot." A troll stated.

"Greedy bitch trying to steal my thunder." She said to the cross-dresser.

"It's not my fault they like me more..." Gyllen meekly said to her.

"Oh, so you think you're better than me, huh?"

"I didn't say that!"

"Alright, everybody, listen up! Me and Goldie are gonna have a blowjob contest to see who is better."

"We are?"

"Whoever makes the most cocks cum in half an hour wins. Ready, go!" Min was already going at her first dick suck of the evening which belonged to Khuuli, having temporarily left his post to get in on the action. His weird, green lizard-cock was being sloppily slobbered all over by Min's tongue as he reached down to squeeze on her left boob.

"W-wait!" Gyllen was not one to turn down a challenge, no matter how stupid it may seem and was especially determined not to lose. He quickly made his way toward an orc. His penis wasn't as large as Brizola's but it was still fatter than most humans. Gyllen looked up to the tall, green man and asked. "Um...Can I use yours, Mr. Orc?"

"Don't bother asking, hun, you're wasting precious time." The orc said to him. Gyllen nodded and went straight to deepthroating, having gotten used to it more slightly thanks to the minotaur's titanic rod. Gyllen, knowing it would be difficult to keep up with an experienced woman like Min, took hold of another nearby orc by his genitals and pulled him over to stuff both cocks into his mouth. Sucking hard on the green sausages while he fondled on their nut-sacks, moving his tongue in a figure eight fashion around the two glans.

"Oh, you sneaky cunt." Min said, looking at Gyllen's techniques as she finished up with the lizardman, getting a few squirts of cum on her cheek. "Come on, lads, I wanna see how many cocks I can fit in my gob!" At the same time, Gyllen had finished servicing the pair of orcs and his mouth overflowed with the creamy goodness coming from it.

"Okay, next dick..." Gyllen thought to himself, not even taking a single moment for a breather.

The half-hour passed quickly. All the barflies were lying on the ground or chairs, exhausted and flaccid from the intense fellatio from the two competitors who themselves were a total mess as semen stained their clothes, hair and features.

"Alright, everybody. Line up on the left if I made you cum and line up on the right if it was Goldie." The crowd stumbled towards either side of the room and looked pretty even. Gyllen looked his row seeing a bunch of orcs, some trolls and single centaur, surprised as he could not even recall half of these people he sucked off. It was all a bit of a blurred mad dash. Min did a quick head count as her jaw opened in shock.

"I don't fuckin' believe it..."

"What's the matter?" Gyllen asked.

"You won! By a cock!" 

"Well, Brizola did come back for seconds..." Gyllen mentioned. The minotaur chuckled to himself at the end of the right row.

The prince and the goblin cleaned themselves up as best they could with dirty dish rags and left the tavern for tonight. On the way out, Gyllen could hear a drunk in the back shouting: "Come back soon, Goldie."

"Do I have any semen in my hair?" Gyllen asked Min, inspecting strands of it as they walked together back to the boarding.

"Maybe. It's hard to see in the dark." Min replied.

"Gods, I hope it's easy to wash out..."

"So how was your first time blowing dicks?"

"I really enjoyed it, thank you." The prince said with a smile. "How did you know I had an interest in other men?" 

"I didn't. I was just takin' a chance." Min and Gyllen chortled.

"Um...I kinda have an erection...and it won't go down..."

"You had it the entire time!?" Min asked in disbelief. Gyllen nodded in response. "Damn! It's a wonder you didn't passed out from blood loss. Let me see it."

"What? Here?"

"Sure, why not?"

"B-b-but we're outside..."

"...you do realize you just got blowbanged by a bunch of orcs in a pub, right?"

"Yeah...but...that was inside..."

"Yoink!" Min pulled up the prince's skirt and yanked down his panties in one quick combo.

"Hey, hey! What if somebody sees us?"

"Come on, it will just be a quicky." Min pushed Gyllen up against the wall with his cock standing upright. "You know, not gonna lie, but I think this is the best dick I've seen all night."

"Oh, you really mean it?"

"It's so clean and cute!" Min gave the cock a playful flick but due to the fact he had the boner awaited any form of stimulation all night and was on the verge of an orgasm, immediately ejaculate, pumping ropes of cum onto the goblin's face as Gyllen spasmed making a loud, satisfied moan.

"Is that what you meant by a quicky?" Gyllen said, looking down to the soiled girl and pulling his underwear back up over his crotch.

"...let's just go home..." Min wiped the jizz from her face with her hand and flicked it onto the ground. "You know, Gyl, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship..."



(Thank you for reading and I am sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors.)



Prince Gyllen Ch. 03



A couple of days had passed since Gyllen's fellatio fiasco in the Monster District. Though he may have looked like a sweet young man from the outside, behind closed doors he was slowly but surely turning into quite the little tart, replaying the scene over and over again in his head while he masturbated for the following nights, thinking about the exotic non-human cocks he got to suck. The raunchy clothes he wore that night came under his personal possession which he thought would make a great disguise whenever he went for Girly Nights Out with Min.

It was relatively early in the morning this day. While all the regular citizens were running their shops or tending their fields, the nobility would usually still be sleeping but Gyllen had gotten up in advance with the intent of seeing Min about something. He was looking into the mirror as he brushed his flawless, blonde hair looking into the mirror whilst wearing his expertly hand-made nightgown, making sure he was presentable for the coming day. There was a rap coming from the door to which Gyllen responded by saying:

"Come in!" The door slowly creaked open and in came Robert decked out in full gear: Noisy chain-mail with the Platina coat of arms displayed on a red tunic thrown over it and a brimmed helmet atop the crown of his head. In his right arm, resting on his shoulder, was an iron pike.

"Good morning, Prince Gyllen..." Rob mumbled. He blinked his eyes a couple more times and registered with him he was talking to the prince while he was still in his nightwear. "Oh, Gods! I didn't realise you weren't dressed, sir!" He turned around to leave.

"It's quite alright, Robert, I really don't mind. I wouldn't have told you to enter otherwise." Gyllen giggled.

"If you insist, my liege..."

"Well? Don't you have something to tell me?"

"Oh, right, almost forgot. Princess Jern is expected to arrive within the following fortnight, your majesty. That is all."

"Thank you, Robert." The prince smiled and the guard left unceremoniously. "Gods, he's so cute when he gets flustered..." Gyllen thought before returning to grooming himself.

Later on, Gyllen had sneaked out of the castle once again via the same route as before. The town was hustling and bustling as it was midday, actually working to Gyllen's advantage since he could just vanish into the masses with his hood over his face. He found a secluded alleyway, far from the crowds, and began to strip off his royal clothing. However, instead of turning this into a flasher story, Gyllen was wearing his 'casual' harlot's clothes underneath allowing for a quick change and was even carrying his platform heels with him underneath his cape. After peeling away his outer layer and bundling it in his cloak, rolling it up and putting it underneath his arm, he confidently strutted out into the streets knowing that nobody would suspect him of being a boy now, let alone the prince. He received a couple of lecherous looks from some old men and disgusted looks from a few old women as he hobbled his way to the Monster District.

When Gyllen did get to the ghetto, he was gawked at further by passer-bys, whether it was due to the fact he was a human, dressed so provocatively or a mixture of both he was unsure about. He turned the corner to go into Marie Queen's Close and bumped into a familiar bovine. It was Brizola, the hunky minotaur who had been granted the honour of being the first person to ever have his cock sucked by the Prince.

"Goldie!" Nice to see you again!" Brizola exclaimed.

"Oh...hello..." 'Goldie' replied.

"I'm on my break right now." The bold bull cupped a feel on Gyllen's flat chest. "Fancy a quick one back at mine?"

"Ah! No! Sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry." Gyllen squeaked. 

"No worries. Another time then?"

"Yeah...sure..." Gyllen muttered, opening the door to Mrs. Hertz's as the horny minotaur went on his way.

Gyllen greeted the lady who ran the boarding home and went up to Min's shabby little room upstairs, knocking on the door as the goblin opened up.

"You're early." Min said.

"I'm surprised you were in. Don't you have a job?" Gyllen questioned.

"I have...a night-shift." Min answered as she invited Gyl inside. "Anyway, what's up?"

"Promise you won't ask any questions."

"Swear on me life."

"Well...there is somebody...who I wish to have...anal sex with...but I'm not sure how to go about it doing it." Gyllen's speech pattern was stilted as it usually was when he was nervous, finding it slightly humiliating to have to talk about a subject like this..

"So you think just 'cause I fool around with men every once in a while, you think I'm a total butt slut?" Min pouted.

"I didn't mean it like that! Just out of all the people I know, you seem like you would be...the most knowledgeable person to ask about this sort of thing."

"Na, just kiddin'! I know a couple o' things." She sound as though she was proud of it. She put her hand underneath her pillow and produced a little glass vial, filled about a quarter of the way with a clear, syrupy liquid "Here, take this. It's pretty much empty but I think there's enough for one round."

"What is it?" Gyllen held the container, examining its contents.

"Sex slime. Just get some in your arse and whatever dick that's going to ram it. It will be a LOT more pleasurable that doing it dry. Trust me. I know from experience." Min touched her behind as she said it, flashing back to a bad night.

"Ah, yes, I think I've heard of this before. Thank you so much!"

"Ah, don't worry about it. Have fun."

Gyllen arrived back at the castle and went about his day relatively normally, only difference being he had some sex slime hidden in his drawer for plans later this evening. After a hearty royal meal, he made his way towards the barracks in order to talk to Robert about something he had been thinking about for a while: how handsome he was. Gyllen had a feeling Robert may have been gay ever since the comment he about his pretty looks back in the country villa though he still was not 100% certain and figured the only way to find out was to directly ask him. The prince walked across the castle courtyard, where the barrack entrance was located, and found the small wooden door at the base of the south-western tower though Rob was actually standing just outside, back against the wall and spear being held lazily in his lax grip while looking down at the ground. Gyllen waited a few seconds, took a deep breath and walked up to him, his heart-beating so quickly he could swear he could hear it.

"Robert?" The prince called his name. Rob immediately stood to attention with his proud aura around him. He was quite a bit taller than Gyllen though he was only a couple years older than him and had cute, boyish features on his round face but with dark eyes filled with determination. Though it was hard to tell as he was wearing an iron helmet, he kept his chestnut coloured hair cut short though it was a little messy with slight curls on the fringe. The rest of his body was covered by what he was wearing earlier today but no doubt would require great strength and stamina to keep on for several hours at a time.

"Good evening, sir." Robert said. 

"Um...not to pry or anything, but you looked quite upset. Is something bothering you?" Gyllen asked.

"Oh, it's nothing, my liege...just a bit bored, you know?" Robert chuckled "Sorry, sir, I shouldn't make light of my duties."

"I take no offence, Robert. It's good to speak your mind sometimes." Gyllen smiled. "So...um...it's pretty cold outside tonight." The prince tried to make small talk with the guard, while playing with a thick strand of his perfect locks.

"You're not kidding! What I wouldn't give for a nice hot bowl of mum's soup right about now..." Robert rambled. Gyllen suddenly came up with an idea.

"If you want...you could use the royal bath to heat yourself up."

"Sir, you've got to be joking. I'm just a lowly soldier."

"Don't be so modest, you're a very hard worker. I personally give you permission myself to use the royal bath. Think of it as a reward for your bodyguard service you did for me during my holiday."

"Thank you, my prince." Robert genuflected.

"It will be our little secret..."

The royal bath was similar in design to the one in the villa: a room carved from stone with steps descending into the rectangular, steaming pool which was lined with benches around it's perimeter. Robert squirmed from his armour, throwing it off not without even a concern that it may rust on the moist floor. He stripped from his underclothes, standing alone and naked in the mist. His well-toned chest, abdominal muscles and strong legs, results from his many years of difficult training, were covered in dark, masculine hair. A thick bush of pubes surrounding his flaccid, uncut love muscle and heavy sack of testicles completed his manly look. Rob dipped his toe into the water, causing small ripples, veryfying it was a satisfying temperature before dipping into the bath. He slumped down on the stone bench underneath the surface and sighed as he soaked up the warm liquids.

"Beats a tub any day." Robert thought to himself. After a few minutes of carefree relaxing, Robert heard the door creak open behind him. He turned around to see the prince waltz in then locking eyes with the other man while he was naked in the tub.

"Oh, sir, what are you doing here?" Robert asked.

"I-I just wanted to see how you were doing." Gyllen replied, trying not to show his shy state.

"I'm doing fab! Thanks again."

"That's great." The prince began to meekly undress from his expensive, elaborate clothing as Robert watched him.

"Uh, sir, what are you doing?" Robert asked, blushing slightly.

"I was going to come in too. You don't mind, do you?"

"N-n-not at all! It's just that you are usually so sheepish about being naked." Robert continued to stare at the undressing prince and Gyllen pretended to be disinterested in the fact he was being perved on, putting his hair over his face to hide his red cheeks. 

"I've gotten a bit more confident with my body." The prince eventually got bare after his mini-striptease for Robert to see, who was unable to take his eyes away from the exposed femboy right in front of him, crossing his legs so his erection would not be quite so obvious. Gyl continue act aloof as he elegantly walked down the marble steps into the tranquil pond and, of all the places he could have went in the virtually empty bath, chose to sit right up next to the guard. 

"Oh, gods, he's naked! The prince is naked and in a bath with me!" Robert shouted in his head just confirm that this was really happening.

The pair sat together in awkward silence. Gyllen was washing his golden locks and Robert was just sitting as stiff as a board, zoned out and trying to hide his agitated state.

"Robert?" Gyllen said, gently washing his hair.

"Yes!?" Robert replied, snapping back to reality.

"Would you like me to wash your back?" The prince enthusiastically stood up in the shallow waters, facing towards Robert, liquid from his fine frame and his short cock half-submerged into the water. Rob turned his head away to avoid staring at the phallus 

"Y-you mean you're going to t-touch my n-naked body...with your hands?" Robert stuttered. Gyllen just nodded in reply. Not wanting to come off as rude, Rob complied. He stood up barely covering his large genitals with his hands and faced away from the young prince. Gyllen picked up a bar of soap in a little indent in the wall of the pool and bubbled it up in his soft hands. With white foam formed in his mitts, Gyllen moved his hands onto Robert's broad shoulders and caressed them gently causing goosebumps all over the guard's body.

"How does it feel?" Gyllen asked.

"Pretty good, sir..." Robert replied. Gyllen's incredibly soft and warm massage calmed him down a little.

"Please just call me 'Gyllen.'"

"As you wish, si...Gyllen." The prince continued to wash around Robert's upper back before sliding his hands down to below his waist and cupped his firm arse cheeks which made the soldier yelp in surprise.

"W-what are you touching me there for?" Robert inquired, hoping Gyllen could not see his growing erection.

"It's part of your back isn't it, silly?" Gyllen laughed. Gyllen fondled Robert's arse cheeks in his palms, squeezing them gently together and kneading them into the guard's body. Rob even let out a quiet moan as he felt Gyllen's hot breath panting against his neck. 

"Aren't you being a little too rough, Gyllen?" Robert winced while looking over his shoulder. His cock was starting to stand-up straight.

"Sorry, I thought a big, tough soldier like you could take it." Gyllen teased him as he started to get more stiff himself, just barely missing from poking against his behind with his boner though Rob was currently unaware of it.

"You sound like you're doing it on purpose..."

"Of course I am!" Gyllen smirked, circling his hands around Rob's waist to grope onto his increasingly hardening dick just for a second before Robert broke away from the prince's hold and sat back down onto the bench in embarrassment so his erection could be obscured by the water surface.

"IthinkI'mcleanenoughnowsir!" Robert blurted out, avoiding Gyllen's line of sight and trying his best to hide his erect penis from view. The prince sat back down next to Rob, now much more uncomfortably closer than he was before, pressing their shoulders together and whispering in his ear:

"Remember when you said I was gorgeous, Robert?"

"Y-yeah...?" Robert timidly replied.

"Do you still think that?"

"...you're very pretty, Prince Gyllen." Robert mumbled. The prince simply responded with a peck on the cheek before saying:

"And I think you're very handsome, Robert..." Gyllen said.

"My liege..." Robert touched where Gyllen had kissed him with his fingertips before hugging the golden beauty tightly in his arms and locking him into a kiss. Gyllen's eyes bugged out, shocked at how forward the guard was being but cooled down a little and just enjoyed the kiss, closing his eyelids, feeling Rob's stubble scratch against his chin and even rubbing his tongue along the guard's lips. Robert broke away from the smooch, with a long string of saliva connecting their two mouths.

"Oh, Gods! Please forgive me, sir! I couldn't control myself!" Robert shouted.

"It's alright, Robert." Gyllen calmly replied while getting to his feet, showing his upright penis with the glans barely peeking out from his foreskin. "As you can see, I quite enjoyed it." 

"Well...I did too..." Robert stood back up with him, showing his own. A little bit shorter than what Gyllen imagined but still larger than average.

"I'm going to be blunt, Robert." Gyllen said with a straight face. "I want to have sex with you. It's alright if you say no. I understand."

"Gyllen, I would really like to and I'm flattered by the offer but.." Robert began to say but was interrupted before he could finish.

"Oh, I see." Gyllen pouted. "Because you're a commoner and I'm royalty? Can't we just forget our class divisions?"

"Actually...I'm a virgin..." Robert muttered. Gyllen's jaw dropped.

"B-b-but you're so HOT!" The prince exclaimed.

"Thank you, sir." Robert smiled. "I guess I just haven't met the right boy yet."

"Until now?"

"I want to but I'm afraid I'll just cock it up and make a total arse of myself."

"Don't worry, this will be my first time having proper sex with a man." Gyllen reassured the guard. "Just let me handle everything." 

Gyllen went back up the steps and out the bath, his shapely bum jiggling as he walked and reached into a pocket of his crumpled up doublet lying on the floor and pulled out a familiar container: the sex slime. He hopped back into the pool with the awaiting soldier.

"Can you just bend over the edge?"

"As you wish, sir." Robert did so, putting his upper body over the ledge of the bath, causing his arse cheeks to part slightly. "Like this?"

"I think that will do." Gyllen popped the stopper off the flask and tipped it over onto his index and middle fingers. The goo oozed out slowly, coating his digits, then he placed his fingers inbetween Robert's buns. The guard felt a tingly sensation up his spine when Gyllen brushed past his untouched puckered hole before yelling out loudly as his back door was plugged into by two slender fingers. "Oh, was I too rough, Robert?" A worried Gyllen asked.

"It's nothing..." Robert sighed. "After all, aren't I a big, tough soldier?" Gyllen grinned and moved his fingers back and forth in his swallowing sphincter, twisting them as he pushed forward, making sure that Rob's inside were nice and slippery, ready to take something slightly larger.

Gyllen pulled his digits out with a thin, gooey strand dribbling from the tips. The prince emptied the remaining contents of the bottle onto his erection and masturbated for a few seconds, a wet slapping noise echoed throughout the room when he brought his fist down on his young, barely legal dick, making sure to get it all oiled as well as pulling back the thin hood of skin that coated his glans. Primed and ready, he held onto Robert's narrow hips, directing his prick towards the guard's virgin arsehole. Gyllen lightly pushed his hips forward, gently breaking into Robert's anus, spreading it apart and filling his rectum which caused Rob to wince and grunt.

"Does it hurt?" Gyllen asked.

"No, no, it's fine. Keep going." Robert replied. The prince's less-than-impressive size of his manhood actually worked to their advantage. Being Rob's first time, it would have probably been ideal to start smaller as he could get used to the sensation. Feelings of pleasure coursed through his body, the likes of which he never felt before as his strong hands gripped onto the edge of the bath. Meanwhile, Gyllen was busy fucking into Rob from behind, though he was going rather slow, afraid he would hurt the guard if he went any faster though temptation got the better of him and he squeezed onto Robert's stiff, muscular arse cheeks though there was not much to grab onto compared to, say, Min. Robert's anal walls tightened up around Gyllen's cock, both naturally and due to Rob intentionally flexing his back-hole, not wanting to let go of the princely dick and almost drying to milk him dry for his young semen. Gyllen whimpered in pleasure as he bent his upper body so his chest was now touching the guard's back. Gyl wrapped his arms around Robert's chest, going a bit faster with his waist, working harder or pounding into Rob's arsehole which cause the guard to let out some rather unfitting, effeminate moans. Gyllen cupped on Robert's well-built pecs, teasing his nipples underneath the curled, black hairs on his chest and nibbling on his ear.

"Gods! Gyllen! Where did you learn these kind of things?" Robert exhaled.

"Oh, you know...lots of reading..." The prince smiled, licking and kissing on Rob's robust neck.

Robert flipped over after a while, resting his back down on the stone bench in the shallow part of the bath. Looking Gyllen straight in the eye before they travelled down his body to really affirm the fact the prince was anally impaling him as it seemed like he was in a dream, a fantasy, but nope. Gyllen really did take his virginity and was still going. Gyllen rested Rob's heavy, athletic legs on his shoulders, getting a better angle to pound him into, his little cock stirring up Rob's interior. Robert kept his hands fixed onto whatever surface he could hold onto so he would not slip into the water as his dick shook back and forth. Gyllen was hypnotised by the waggling penis and took hold of it which made the guard arch his back as it was a highly sensitive area. Gyllen felt it pulsate slightly in his paw, and jerked it up and down in time to his thrusting rhythm, fascinated how his foreskin never stayed over his tip. With his other hand, he firmly held onto his sagging ballsack, feeling the shape of his spherical testicles.




Prince Gyllen Ch. 03



"G-Gyllen..." Robert gasped out.

"What is it?" The prince replied.

"I'm getting close..." True enough, the combination of being caressed around his crotch and his prostate being stimulated was causing Robert's cock to twitch. Gyllen, however, was also reaching his orgasm quickly.

"Yeah...me too..." Gyl grunted. "Let's cum together!" Robert nodded in response. After a couple more quick and powerful bucks of the pelvis, Gyllen shot burst after burst up Rob's rectum, letting out a loud groan. At about the same time, Rob let himself go as he shouted Gyllen's name one last time and came up onto his abs and even as far up to his haired chest. The two of them stayed locked to one another in silence before Gyllen unplugged his softening cock from Robert's socket. Some cum drizzled out as it flexed and Gyllen looked at his hand, stained from Rob's seed. The prince sat back down on the stone bench as Robert sat back up, still quite taken out from being anally fucked for the first time in his life. 

"...Prince?" Robert finally spoke up.

"Anything the matter?" Gyllen muttered.

"I just wanted to say: Thanks." 

"You're very welcome." Gyllen smiled.

"I think I'll just stay a little while longer if you don't mind, sir." Robert slumped into a relaxed state.

"Not at all." Gyllen leaned against him, resting his head on his shoulder. "Hope you don't mind if I accompany you in the meantime." Robert chuckled, holding his golden prince in his arms.

*****

Thank you for reading and I am sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors.



Prince Gyllen Ch. 04



Gyllen had woken up on an exceptionally lovely morning. Strong sunlight was breaking through the curtains and birds could be heard singing to one other outside from the window. As he sat up in bed, stretched and yawned, a rap at the door was heard. Gyllen quickly got out of the comfortable confines of his bed, threw on a gown and opened it to be greeted by Rob.

"Good morning, Prince Gyllen, sir!" The soldier said with a salute and a red hue forming around his face seeing his beloved master still undressed for the coming day.

"You know you don't have to call me 'prince' or 'sir', Robert. Especially after what we did last night." Gyllen giggled. "Anyway, what did you come see me for?"

"There's a woman at the gate. She claims to know you." Robert answered. Gyllen had a pretty good guess on who it might be.

"Is she a goblin named Min?" The prince asked.

"Well, I'm not sure about her name but she's definitely a goblin. Are you somehow acquainted with her, m'lord?"

"I am if she's who I think she is. Bring her in, I'll be changed in a moment."

"We can't, sir..." Rob gulped. "The king imposed a rule that non-humans can't be within the palace walls unless it's under some sort of special circumstance."

"Oh, blast Father and his foolish, outdated rules!" Gyllen went to his wardrobe, picking out several articles of clothing. "If she can't come and see me then I'll go and see her."

"I mean no offence, my liege, but what if she's an assassin just waiting to shank you once you get in reach?"

"I'll be fine. Besides, I'll have my big, strong soldier with me, won't I?" Gyllen winked over his shoulder as he was fetching his garbs. Rob blushed even deeper.

Gyllen had quickly gotten himself in presentable order wearing his typical high-class, expensive garments and walked alongside Robert to the castle's grey, stone wall. Behind the iron portcullis was a familiar green face, Min Fe, wearing her typical cheap, sleazy clothing and having an argument with an elderly guard. 

"Look, there he is now." Min said to the sentry, indicating Gyllen approaching. "Oi! Prince Pussy! How you doin'?

"How dare you refer to the prince in that manner! You'll be strung up in the town square by tomorrow afternoon!" The bouncer angrily took hold of her arm.

"Let her go, Bestefar." Gyllen said through the gate.

"But, sir, she..."

"Let her go immediately. I know this woman." Gyllen interrupted the old soldier. 

"Yes, sir..." Bestefar loosened his grip from Min's miniature limb.

"Thank you." The prince smiled. "Now would you please be so kind as to raise the gate."

"I'm sorry, sir, but the King Platina has..." 

"I am aware of my father's laws." Gyl interrupted once more. "I wish to exit the palace in order to discuss important matters with this lady in private."

"But, sir...!"

"I am also aware of my mother's rules. I'll be five minutes if even that. An escort will not be necessary."

"Understood, sir..." Bestefar grumbled and ordered an apprentice soldier to work the winch to open the portcullis. Gyllen stepped forth to greet Min.

"Won't be a mo', Gramps." Min said to the old man before taking Gyl's hand and walking with him into the city.

"Bloody monsters..." Bestefar muttered under his breath though Min's keen pointed ears picked up on it. She flashed him a quick two-finger salute resulting in an even more pissed off expression on his face.

The two were soon out of ear-shot of any snooping soldiers and took refuge on a bench just outside a local park. Min had to jump up in order to sit on it.

"I must apologise for the speciesist attitude of the majority of the palace staff, Min." The prince said to his goblin companion.

"Ah, don't worry about it, Goldie. You get used to it in this city..." Min solemnly said. "Anyway, I just wanted to tell you me and me mates are havin' a little get together tonight in me room. I was just wonderin' if me favourite royal trap maybe wanted to hang out with us bad, scary monsters?"

"Oh, I would be delighted!" Gyllen squeed. "I don't think I've even been to a party that wasn't for a relative before."

"Yeah, I have all sorts of fun stuff planned. Just remember to wear yer disguise. Loads of make-up too."

"Yes, yes, I know." The prince reassured her.

"It's at eight, alright? Don't forget." Min jumped back down to the ground. "Cheerio!"

"Be seeing you." Gyllen and the goblin went their separate ways. Gyllen arrived back at the castle walls and somebody was waiting for him at the bottom of the steps leading to the main entrance.

"Gyllen!" Queen Helio called to him, still wearing her bedtime clothing and her black hair in an unbrushed mess. She flung herself into her son with open arms, holding him close to her being as if to shield him from something. "I woke up with the most awful feeling that you went out by your lonesome! Thank the gods I was right! What were the guards thinking about letting you leave with no bodyguard?"

"For Odin's sake, Mother! I'm fine!" Gyllen spent the rest of the morning convincing his doting parent that no harm came to him in the short time he and Min were chatting.

The clock ticked ever closer to eight. Gyllen donned his usual disguise and applied his artificial complexion by himself for the first time. He had seen his sisters do it countless occasions in the past without any assistance, how hard could it be? After all, if Kobber can do it, anyone can. He was steady with his fingers as he elongated his lashes, reddened his lips and rouged his cheeks. The prince admired his appearance in the mirror, making flirtatious, kissy faces and batting his eye-lids in a seductive manner to get into character. Goldie was ready to hit the town once more.

Gyllen was a professional at sneaking out the castle without a problem by now. With his trademark cloak hiding the embarrassing clothes underneath, he found his way into the Monster District, tried his best to avoid direct eye-contact with the locals and found Mrs. Hertz's Boarding House. He opened the door and was met by the friendly landlady sweeping the entrance.

"Oh, hello, dearie." She welcomed him. "Here to see Ms. Fe?"

"Yes, madame. Is she in?"

"Yup, her and five of her friends all packed into that tiny room. Do me a favour, dearie, and try not to be too loud with whatever it is you youngsters are doing."

"I'll relay the message, madame. Have a nice night." Gyllen walked up the stairs.

"Such a polite, young woman..." The ogress said to herself.

The prince struck the door to Min's room lightly with the back of his knuckles.

"Come in! It's unlocked!" A recognizable, feminine, lower-class accented voice said through the wood. Gyllen turned the knob and entered the chamber. Upon walking through the frame, the first thing Gyl saw were five tall, muscular, handsome, green men. These were orcs. 

"'ey! she actually came!" One of them said.

"Damn, honey! You lookin' fiiine." Another spoke.

"Oh, hello...!" Gyllen greeted the group before recalling their faces, flashing back to his first blowjobs. "Weren't you all at the pub when I...?"

"We most certainly were, love." A third answered Gyllen's question before he could even finish his sentence. "I'm surprised ya even recognise us. I thought all 'umans 'ad a 'ard time telling us apart."

"Ah, no, of course not! You all have very unique looks." Gyllen said in a fluster.

"Aw, she's so sweet. 'Course, your cock-suckin' left us all 'ungry for a little more." The fourth said.

"Yer gonna be my first 'uman pussy, Goldie!" A fifth said, chuckling to himself.

"W-w-wait, I thought we were just going to have a party!" A flustered Gyllen said.

"This is a party! What else would it be?" Min said, sitting on her bed behind the gang of men, almost out of view. "Lemme introduce ya! This is Abe, Ben, Chad, Dean and Earl." She continued, pointing to each one in turn as she said their names.

"Min! Could I please have a quick word with you?" Gyl bolstered his way through the orcs to grab Min's arm and drag her to a corner of the room. He squatted down to whisper: "What the Hel have you been telling these people? Have you forgotten that I'm not actually female?"

"Look, Gyl, these guys have been buggin' me about seeing you again ever since our night at Khuuli's. And bein' the good friend that I am, I decided to hook them up with you."

"That's not the point! My reputation will be in ruin if they know my secret!"

"What reputation?" Min said. A significant blow was struck on Gyllen's pride.

"'Ow long are you girls gonna keep us waiting?" Abe spoke up. "I've 'ad a stiffy all day thinking about this!" 

"Just let me handle everything, okay?" Min patted Gyllen on the cheek. The prince nodded and stood back up to face the five orcs, waiting for how Min was going to deal with this.

"Okay, boys, Goldie here is a little self-conscious about her body." Min started to speak. "She wants to know what you think of...this!" All of a sudden, Min had gotten her little, lime paws up Gyllen's skirt and yanked down his black, silk underwear to his knees. There was a long, awkward second of silence that seemed to last five minutes. Gyllen's heart sank. The orcs were shocked. Min just smiled deviously.

"She-she-she's got a thingy!" Ben finally broke the silence. "She's a bloke!"

"It's not very big but...!" Chad said.

"You sick wanker! You sucked me dick and you were a man all this time!?" Earl spat in disgust. "Fuckin' faggot...I'm leaving!" And with that Earl deserted the six others, slamming the door behind him.

"Eh, I never really liked him anyway." Min stated. "Anybody else have objections?" There was another quiet moment.

"...Not really to be 'onest..." Dean stated.

"Yeah, me erection hasn't gone down for some reason." Abe added.

"I think I'll make an exception for 'im..." Ben declared.

"Exception? I think 'e's made me bi!" Chad spoke.

"See, Goldie? All worked out in the end." Min slapped her friend gently on the bum.

"That was luck and you know it!" Gyllen responded.

"'ey, is it just me or does 'e look a little familiar now that we know 'e's a boy?" Dean asked the rest. Gyllen gulped, afraid that they finally figured his true identity.

"Yeah, actually, now that ya mention it..." Abe scratched his small scruff of a beard on his chin. "Blue eyes...blonde 'air..."

"It's Prince Pussy! I saw 'im in a parade once!" Ben shouted. Gyllen panicked and screamed inside his mind. He was frozen to the spot, his eyes staring into space. This was it. His life was virtually over. He got premonitions of his father disowning him, news spreading through the kingdom at an alarming rate of his cross-dressing antics, becoming the laughing stock for future generations, the history books will label him as 'The Harlot Prince'. What was he going to do?

"My gods, you're right! 'e's the prince's doppelgänger!" Chad stated. Gyllen snapped out of his trance upon hearing the orc state that he wasn't Prince Gyllen exactly but just a look-a-like. "'e's identical!"

"I get that a lot!" Gyllen blurted out followed by some nervous laughter doing his best to keep up the charade that he merely resembled the nobleman. "Me? A prince? That's just ridiculous! Royals don't do this sort of thing." Everybody else chuckled along.

"'e's a funny one. Funny and gorgeous, it's a good combination." Dean said. "But 'ow's about you use that mouth o' yours for something other than giggles now?" The orc loosened his slacks and took out what could only be described as 'monstrous' (Or 'non-humarous' if you want to be PC like Gyllen). A titanic, green sausage had been brought into Gyllen's sights, hanging low from Dean's crotch. Circumcised, fat, and a bunch of tightly curled hairs formed around the base, leading into a trail that went up to his navel. Gyl drooled slightly from the corner of his mouth, walking towards Dean without even thinking, his panties still around his legs and squatting down in front of the orc. The shape of his butt was well-defined from this position in his constricting garment. Gyllen took the penis slowly and carefully in his hands, holding it upwards and sticking out his tongue to lick the length of the underside a couple of times, getting it stiffer with each complete cycle. It was quite sweaty and even smelled a little but this just turned on the closet-slut like crazy. Blood was beginning to flow into the prince's own prick as he took the tip of the phallus into his hungry mouth, sucking on it like a sweet treat as he worked his mouth forward. The glans made contact with Gyllen's uvula to make him cough but forcing himself to take it just a little bit further into his gullet before taking it all out for a quick breather, leaving a coat of red lipstick over it. However, that was short lived when another equally large orc cock began to poke against his cheek.

"I'll just be buttin' in for a quick suck if ya don't mind, Goldie." Abe said down to him.

"Hoy! I'm not done yet, Abe!" Dean yelled at his friend.

"Boys, please! I can handle the two of you just fine." Gyllen said before looking at the two large dicks side-by-side and adding: "...I think." Gyllen took hold of Dean's shining, slabber-smothered penis in his small, white hand and fapped the orc off as fast as his arm muscles would allow on right side. At the same time, he had begun to consume Abe's own genitals, bobbing his head back and forth on the shaft, getting a little deeper than he did with Dean and using his tongue more to circumnavigate the bratwurst's girth.

"Me too, Goldie, me too!" Ben had butted his way inbetween his fellow orcs. Yet another cock was pointing at the prince's head. Gyllen sighed and and slurped away from Abe's newly crimson-tinted dick, leaving a saliva string connecting it with his mouth and soon filling his gob up again with a different piece of orc man-meat.

"The things I do for my subjects..." Gyllen thought in his mind as he swallowed the member. The prince also gripped Abe's cock, not wanting him to feel left out and jerked him off in time with Dean's. The prince was now servicing three men all at once and it was giving him quite the workout. Sweat formed on his brow and his lips made a funnel shape over Ben's penis, pumping away at the two other shafts, looking up with his big, blue eyes to see their reactions to his techniques, happy to see they were enjoying themselves as much as he was.

"I'm next!" A fourth voice said from behind. Chad was standing behind 'Goldie', masturbating his equally impressive dick by himself.

"Not a chance! Gold's already got 'er fill." Dean said to his friend.

"Come on!" Chad moaned. "Are you sure, Goldie?" Gyllen just shrugged in response. He was too preoccupied to give a proper answer. The prince then felt something pull on his luxurious hair from the rear and proceeded to get wrapped around something which would not take a detective to deduce exactly what it was.

"What are you doin'?" Abe laughed. "First time I've seen somebody get off on 'air."

"It's very smooth and soft..." Chad said. "I can get into this!" Gyllen's locks were his pride and joy. He has spent countless hours in front of the mirror with a brush to perfect his golden strands, painstakingly hand-washing his shining fibres almost daily and having expert Platinian stylists trim his mane. He was traumatised that somebody would just stuck their love-muscle into his graceful threads.

"Whatever happens, I hope he doesn't ejaculate into my tresses!" Gyllen thought. "Dear Gods, I'm being treated like a common whore...I mean, I AM dressed like one but still..." As Gyllen was getting played with in the four cardinal directions, somebody let out a large cough somewhere in the background.

"Hello? Aren't you lot forgettin' someone?" Min said, lying on her side atop her miniature bed. Her shorts had been discarded to the floor and she plugged her vag with her ring and middle fingers whilst observing the homosexual shenanigans playing out. "Chad, in the name of Donar, look at yourself! You're shaggin' fur!"

"But I really wanted to try Goldie..." Chad complained.

"Oh, I'm not good enough? Get over here, ya big whinger!" Min responded. Chad reluctantly let go of the gold strings, letting them fall from his shaft as he went over to Min who sat straight up as he approached. She immediately started to suckle on his cock, expertly servicing it with a mixture of her hands and mouth.

"Okay, that's enough." Ben declared, tearing Gyllen's mouth from his phallus with his hands on the side of the prince's head before quickly going around behind him and lightly pushing him onto his stomach. Gyllen nearly took down Dean and Abe with him as he was still keeping a firm hold onto each of their cocks. Gyl landed on his elbows and knees with his bottom raised slightly into the air. His skirt had automatically ridden up a little on his round, bubble butt to expose his cheeks with his testicular pair hanging below.

"Ow...what was that for?" The prince questioned.

"You almost made 'im rip our dicks off, Ben!" Dean griped.

"Look at that arse!" Ben said, ignoring the complaints of his friends, giving the prince's derrière a rough spank making it jiggle and its owner yelp. "Admit it, you've never seen an arse as good as this on a woman."

"Hey! I heard that!" Min said in the background, mouth half-full with Chad's member.

"Got any slime, Min?" Ben asked.

"Alright but you're paying me later." Min reached over into a drawer, pulled out a tube and threw it to Ben who caught it in his palm. He unscrewed the cap and twirled it around in his fingers, holding it upside down and squeezed on it. The lubricant oozed from the bottle's opening and formed a glob on Ben's middle finger. The olive digit then poked against Gyllen's puckered hole, sliding its way into the cavity as Gyllen whined and winced with it entering into his rectum.

"Don't tense up. Relax." Ben consoled the prince who took a deep breath before Ben reached as far as he could go with his pointer, twisting and turning it inside to cover all of the area inside, the anal walls sucking tightly on the appendage before the orc withdraw it then crammed on the container some more to ooze out some more of the translucent goo, this time getting a good dollop on his hand and using that to grease up his penis. Ben then cupped Gyllen's royal buns with his large mitts, using his thumbs to spread apart 'Goldie's' anus and propping his dark green knob against it.

"Ah! Please be gentle!" Gyllen said as he felt the big, warm bulb touch his lower entrance. "It's my first time taking anything in my bottom."

"Heh! been a while since I 'eard somebody use the word 'bottom' unironically" Ben chuckled to himself. "You're so cute, Goldie."

"Hang on, what about the slime I gave you the other day?" Min said to the prince. "Didn't you get shagged in the arse then or what?"

"Actually, I was the one taking charge so to speak..." Gyllen responded meekly

"Wow, you actually found a bigger sub than yourself?" Min raised an eyebrow. "I'm impressed."

"Don't worry, babe, I'll do it reeeally slow to start with." Ben assured.

"Oh, thank you very much, Mr. Ben." Gyllen replied.

"Gods, so well-mannered too. I love it!" Ben slowly moved his hips forward, not unlike what Gyllen did with Robert, and stuffed the princely rectum.

"Oooh! This feels weird!" Gyllen whined as his back-door was broken into. Ben thrust in and out of the cross-dresser, loosening his arsehole slightly so it could accommodate his big orc-cock.

"Fuckin' Hel! Goldie's way tighter than Min!" Ben exclaimed, huffing as he shagged Gyl.

"Because Min takes too many big dicks up her arse." Abe added.

"Is this just 'Slag Min Day' or something!?" Min said with a pissed off look for once. Gyllen was used to seeing her so cocky all the time that it was quite humorous to see her get annoyed so easily. She was lying on her back, awaiting for Chad to invade her cunt with his throbbing meat-stick.




Prince Gyllen Ch. 04



Chad grabbed Min's sides and moved her diminutive being down the bed onto his hot-rod. The goblin's vag was spread apart and probed into. Gyllen watched on while being fucked himself, amazed that such a small pussy was able to take a penis of that size. It may have even been too big for Min as her stomach bulged slightly from the cock being thrust into her though she did not seem to be in any agony. In fact, she seemed to be quite revelling in it if the look on her face was anything to go by. Gyl's view was soon blocked as two of the boys had knelt down in front on his face, still with solid sticks.

"Come on, Goldie! Don't forget us!" Dean said to Gyllen, poking his cheek with his flesh-scepter. Gyllen took hold of their shafts as they waggled before his sapphire eyes. He moved the two of them into his mouth at once, greedily stuffing himself with the pair of sausages, feeling them rub together in his moist cavern, rolling his tongue around them.

"Hey! Don't touch cocks! It's gay!" Abe scolded Gyllen who whimpered from being intimidated in turn.

"Gay? Goldie's a boy!" Dean defended the prince.

"Right...I forgot..." Abe scratched the back of his head, just seeming like an arseholish hypocrite now. Gyllen, however, tried to respect the formidable non-human's wishes and alternated his focus on each of the phalluses, only having one in his gluttonous, young gob at a time.

"Are ya gonna hog them all to yourself, Goldie?" Min asked, apparently not satisfied with a single man pleasing her. "I've got three holes for Woden's sake! You've only got two!" 

"Abe can go since he's too straight for this." Ben jokingly said to the goblin while still penetrating Gyllen.

"Oh, piss off!" Abe muttered, not being able to take the gag. Still, Abe pulled himself away from the foursome just as Gyllen had re-sheathed the orc's pole with his mouth, making the the prince audibly complain with a disappointed 'Aw', and went over to the other fornicators. "Are you going to let me in or what?" Min spun her finger in a circle to signal Chad to change their positioning. Chad picked Min up with his dick still deep into her pussy and swapped places with her so he was lying on the bed now and Min was on top, sticking her plump, jade buttocks out for Abe.

"Plenty of slime now! I don't want this to end up like last time..." Min said to Abe.

"Come on, I was short on cash! I couldn't afford any lube." Abe said back, already starting to oil his organ. He primed himself, placing his cock between Min's arse-cheeks before thrusting forwards into her rectum. Min screamed noisily in pleasure as she was doubly stuffed by the strapping green gentlemen. Abe bucked his hips back and forth a few times into the other hole before saying:

"Hmm...I was right...this is pretty loose for a goblin..." 

"Oh, pipe down and fuck me!" Min spoke sharply. Abe obeyed and humped Min's bum at the same time as she ground, circled and bounced her hips on Chad. Both of her orifices being filled to the maximum, Gyllen was still astounded that such a small body could hold that much and remain gratifying to her. Meanwhile, Ben was picking up speed as he shagged Gyllen's anus gradually, trying his best not to hurt the golden-haired transvestite with his sex. Gyllen was feeling a mixture of bliss and pain, having his arse fucked and his prostate stimulated for the first time, groaning over Dean's dick still within his mouth, still trying to get over his gag reflex.

Ben grunted and rammed his pelvis into Gyllen with all his might. His long, lime dick throbbed and pumped out a thick wad of his orcish seed up the prince's sphincter, way too much for Gyl's petite figure to hold as his opening overflowed around the rim with Dean's dick still shoved right inside. Gyllen felt a rush of ecstasy as his companion came, groaning and biting down on Dean's phallus lightly causing the other man to wince slightly, worried that the young male harlot was about to accidentally feminise him. Ben pulled out from Gyllen, letting out a satisfied exhale as he unplugged the prince's back hole. It flexed on its own and a trickle of semen oozed out, down Gyllen's crevice, around his testes and along his inner thigh.

"That was fast..." Min commented upon seeing Ben exit from the barely legal boy making everyone, including Gyllen, to at least murmur with a guffaw. 

"Are you implyin' that I cum too early!?" Ben yelled as his green cheeks went a shade of red. "Goldie is just way too tight! That's all!" Ben stormed off and sat on a stool, just observing the ongoing orgy with his flaccid wiener still hanging free. Gyl was slightly disappointed as even he could last a bit longer with Min or Rob.

"My turn!" Dean announced, removing his erection out of Gyllen's maw and quickly circling around him 180 degrees, spreading the prince's arse and examining the cummy insides. "Oh...sloppy seconds..." Dean's face quickly turned into one of disgust. Gyllen imagined him looking like a common skank by now with his shitter filled with baby batter and hopefully about to take another load. A silly smile formed on his lips, turned on from the warmth and consistency of the cum, the smell of sweat from the six of them crammed into the room and the taste of fat, orc cock lingering in his mouth making his prick twitch with excitement.

"Just stick that monster cock inside my noble sphincter already!" The prince thought deep down in his subconscious.

"Whatsa matter, D? I loosened 'im up for ya! Pre-lubed an' everything!" Ben laughed.

"Doin' it for Goldie..." Dean muttered a mantra to himself before forcing himself forward into the slimy orifice with an audible squelch. "Gah! This feels weird!"

"It feels...rather odd...for me too..." Gyllen uttered between bucks into his anus, the semen being churned inside at the same time he was being fucked. The heavy breathing began, sweat beads dribbled down his forehead and his tongue hung loose from his open-mouthed grin. Dean bent his entire upper body over the prince with half his face placed within his sweet-smelling, soft hair. The orc reached around Gyllen's upper body and cupped on his 'breasts' with his mighty hands, grinding his dick deep inside Gyl. D pinched on the prince's sensitive, pink nipples to make his dick throb even more violently, clearly on the verge of exploding any minute now, followed by quiet, cute noises from Gyllen. Dean moved one of his buff arms down Gyllen's fine figure, tracing his fingers around the perfectly formed torso down to his crotch. Dean gave the shaft a squeeze before jerking Gyllen off. The golden-haired youth closed his eyes and bit his lower lip with his two front teeth to a point where he almost punctured his flesh.

"First time I've touch another man's thingy..." Dean lamented, moving his hand back and forth, making the prince's glans peek out before being covered again by a layer of skin.

Ben watched on as his friends fucked the human boy and goblin girl senseless, observing both of their nubile bodies from afar being ravaged by strong bodies. It wasn't long until Ben's dick was once again pulsated with life and stuck out from his toned, deep-green body. Gyllen took notice of it, salivating in his mouth, wanting to be spit-roasted again like a roasting pig on Yule. His little heart beat with excitement when Ben got up from his chair and walked closer towards him until the orc faced away from him to go to Min's group. He stood beside the goblin girl who took his dick into her mouth without even a word. Now all three of her openings had been sealed by the green obelisks. Gyllen watch one with a jealous face, barely able to see her head from all the tall men surrounding her. The prince caught a glimpse of Min's eyes which looked back at him and gave him a quick, cheeky wink which Gyllen interpreted as: "Bet you wish you were getting this much attention."

"You hypocritical penis-glutton!" 'Goldie' shouted so swiftly, everybody was silenced and stopped what they were doing. "You said that I was keeping too many to myself and now you're doing the exact same thing!" 

"So blunt, Goldie." Min removed Ben's cock and gave one of her sly smirks. "And here I was thinkin' you were relatively sweet and quiet for a hesitatin' slut!"

"...I'm sorry..." Gyllen felt ashamed at himself now after Min pointed out what exactly he had become as well as for his own rudeness, looking down at the floor while still on his hands and knees like a dog who had just been told off by its master. Even Min was starting to feel some pity for poor Prince Pussy.

"H-hey! Cheer up, ya idiot! It was just a gag!" Min said to reassure him. "If you're really that bummed out, we can just share."

"R-really?" Gyllen perked right back up.

"Yeah, yeah. You don't mind being shared, do ya, Ben?" Min asked.

"Hel no!" Ben answered.

The six reorganised their arrangement slightly, now huddled together in the middle of the room. Dean still had his cock shoved deep into Gyllen, Min was being fucked in her arse-hole from behind by Abe and in her vag by Chad lying underneath her on the floor. Ben was knelt in front and between the two slags.

"Go on, Gold." Min egged the prince on. "Since you're so eager to taste B's willy." Gyllen gulped.

"M-many thanks." Gyl expressed his appreciation and suckled on Ben's dick-tip, circling his tongue around the meaty glans at the same time. Dean shifted his hips back and forth, still trying to achieve his own orgasm while servicing Gyllen's genitals at the same time so the newbie cock-lover could also cum.

"Oooh, fuck, that feels good!" Ben shouted, playing with the prince's blonde hair, brushing strands of it behind his ear. The corners of Gyllen's mouth pick up into a smile as he looked up to Ben's face. Min soon came in from the other side, licking the shaft downwards until she reached his sagging sack and sucked on the testicle closest to her. Abe and Chad pumped in unison into Min's remaining openings, Chad starting to cop a feel on her small, green tit. Ben caressed the goblin girl's cheek with his spare hand. Gyllen moved himself down a little on the shaft as Min moved back up until they were both about at an even level from each other's heads, turning their necks and angling their mouths so they could nibble and suck on the cock from the side, looking as though they were trying to kiss each other with a barrier in between them.

"Aw, yeah! Some lesbian semi-snoggin'!" Abe said, gazing at the feminine duo.

"But I'm a boy!" Gyllen corrected Abe once again before going back to pecking on the pecker. Ben found the contrasting colours between Gyllen's blue and Min's red eye colours next to one another.

"Damn! Gonna cum soon..." Dean mumbled, still picking up speed even by this point to drill harder and quicker into Gyllen's messy anus and tightening his hold on the prince's cock.

"I b-believe I'm about to o-orgasm as well..." The prince made known, closing his eyes and making cute coos along Ben's cock.

"Same here." Min said. "How about we all cum together?"

"Sounds messy...I kinda like it!" Chad added in.

"Well, you all better be cummin' soon 'cause 'ere comes mine!" Dean shouted. As soon as he finished talking, a thick glob of semen shot out from his urethra, giving Gyllen his second cream-pie. Gyllen was the next to climax, firing his seed onto the floor with a splatter and a satisfied squeal once Dean had excited his prostate enough and doubly filled his rectum with more hot spunk. Abe and Chad then ejaculated, emptying their balls into Min's butt and cunt respectively before pulling out to show how much the little woman had been gaped by their titanic cocks with torrents of slime pouring from them which in turn, caused the goblin girl to cum too as she moaned seductively as some juice squirted from her pussy. Finally, Ben discharged his cream into the air and it conveniently splashed onto the faces of the suckling couple. Min had her thick nose covered in with jizz and got a little extra on her freckled cheeks. Most of it landed on Gyllen, coating his perfect, white features with even whiter goo and, much to his dismay, some of it getting in his locks.

The group collapsed from exhaustion. Bodies piling up on each other with no sound other than the heavy breathing of the orgy attendees. It took a minute but Gyllen recalled that he was a prince of the kingdom and not in fact Goldie the slutty peasant. Gyllen wriggled underneath Dean's muscular frame in an effort to free himself and get back to the castle.

"Um...Mr. Dean? I really have to leave in a hurry now..." The prince said to him.

"Oh, sorry, love." Dean picked himself up and gave his partner for the evening an affectionate pat on the behind. "See ya around." Gyl picked himself up from the floor and pulled his panties back up his legs and around his pelvis, re-arranging his frazzled hair the best he could without a brush or a mirror and picked up his cloak, having no choice but to quickly clean his face of orcish cum, smudging his make-up in the process. He walked funny to the door due to him just being shagged in the bum for the first and second time in his life opened it to leave but looking back over his shoulder just before he walked out.

"Thank you, everyone." Gyllen said with a beaming face. "I had a wonderful time!" The prince made his swift exit.

Upon leaving the boarding house, Gyllen came face to face with somebody leaning against a wall with his hands deep in his pockets. It was Earl, the orc who had bailed out of the party earlier upon discovering 'Goldie's' true sex.

"'sup, faggot?" The orc said, sauntering towards the prince.

"Oh...Mr. Earl...You're still here?" Gyllen said.

"Bet you enjoyed suckin' my dick the other day." Earl loomed over the prince.

"I-I did actually..." Gyllen gulped in fear. "D-didn't you?"

"That was before I knew you were a boy, bastard!" Earl blurted out with a flustered expression. Gyllen eeked in fright. "I'm gonna re-arrange your stupid girly mug!" The angry orc pulled his arm back, priming it for a punch. Gyllen closed his eyes, prepared for a major dose of pain to the face, just like when Jern used to wrestle with him. Just before Earl threw his fist, he was pushed aside by somebody else.

"What are you doin', E?" It was Abe! Followed by the Ben, Chad and Dean coming out of Mrs. Hertz's.

"Beat it, Abe! My beef is with that faggot." Earl said before being struck on the jaw with a strike from Ben, causing him to stumble to the ground.

"That 'faggot' happens to be our friend. More than you're bein' right now." Chad told him off, giving a swift kick to his stomach as he was on the floor, making him sound a sore grunt.

"Best you leave this to us, Goldie." Dean said to Gyllen. "We'll 'andle this joker."

"Oh, thank you so much! You're all so wonderful!" Gyllen gave his compliments and gave quick peck on Dean's cheek, making the burly man smirk happily. The prince ran through the night streets back to the safe haven of his palace.

*****

Thank you for reading and I am sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors.



Prince Gyllen Ch. 05



Gyllen was getting ready in his bedroom in order to pay Min a quick visit. It was earlier than usual for him to be going out, meaning many more possibilities for him to be caught but he was confident enough in his stealth abilities at this point. The prince was just adding the finishing touches to his rather slutty disguise by lengthening his eyelashes with cheap, black mascara when the door slammed open without warning. Gyllen instinctively turned around to see that the intruder was none other than his sister: Kobber.

"Hi, Li'l Bro!" She stuck her hand up high into the hair as she barged in as a greeting.

Princess Kobber was a dainty young flower of a girl. Her hair was a voluminous auburn colour that curled down her round face and rested on her shoulders, kept somewhat in place with the help of a silver tiara decorated with large emeralds. Her eyes were a similar shape to that of her brother only they were coloured dark brown instead of light blue and her cheeks were dotted with a few orange freckles that ran across her petite nose. The rest of her was not quite so petite much in contrast to her innocent face. She had immodest curves giving her an hourglass figure hidden underneath a flowing, yellow-and-white dress. The princess was also sporting large heavy breasts that bulged out from her clothing, the biggest pair of all of the princesses that rivalled even Queen Helio's chest.

Gyllen nearly died of embarrassment upon being busted as he was getting ready to go out. Even if Kobber was a complete idiot, she would never believe her own brother to be another person like the orc strangers, though, luckily for Gyllen, she was thick enough to come to another conclusion.

"Oooh, are ya playin' dress up?" She cooed. "You look so pretty!" Gyllen saw his opportunity to deceive his sister.

"Yes! Playing dress up!" Gyllen lied to convince her that he was not a cross-dressing skank. "That is the only reason I am clothed like this. With no ulterior motives whatsoever." Kobber giggled girlishly.

"'Ulterior'" She parroted. "You say funny things, li'l bro!" Gyllen groaned.

"What did you want with me?"

"Oh, yeah, I wanted to have some fun with ya!"

"Absolutely not!" Gyllen was quick to answer.

"Aw, why?" Kobber looked at him with sad, puppy-dog eyes and quivering lip. Gyllen was not going to pity her like so many others before when she gave that expression though he was struggling to come up with a credible fib.

"It's...er...it's for a boy's only club!" The prince claimed. "No girls allowed. You wouldn't understand."

"Fine then..." Kobber pouted. "Meanie."

"In fact it's so secret that if you tell anyone I told you, I will...um...tickle you!" Gyllen threatened his sister.

"I hate being tickled!" Kobber squeaked in fright.

"Then you better not tell anybody this!" The prince said as he draped his cloak over himself. Kobber nodded in agreement in fear of a laughing fit resulting in possible underwear-wetting. "How about you go and pester Sølv for a few hours?"

"Good idea!" Kobber skipped away to her younger twin's chamber as Gyllen sighed in relief and swiftly made his way towards the exit.

Kobber barged into Sølv's bedroom with vigour, shaking the accommodation as she entered the dingy chamber. The black curtains were drawn, allowing very little natural light to break through. Various bones and preserved carcasses of venomous insects, reptiles and arachnids displayed in glass casings were dotted about the room. 

"Søøølv!" Gylly is being a sourpuss again! Can we play?" Kobber moaned at a figure leisurely lying on the bed in the light of a nearby flickering candle, fingering through an ancient necromancy tome which she slammed shut upon seeing her sibling. This was Princess Sølv, possibly the least popular out of all the successors. Sølv's hair was smooth and straight, similar to her brother's in style and length though, instead of a radiant gold colour with short bangs, hers was black and parted from her face that made her obsidian circlet barely visible within the split. Her skin was pale and pasty, clearly indicating that she does not go out into the daylight very often given that her curtains were drawn on such a lovely spring afternoon. Her white face was painted around the eyes and along her lips with coal coloured make-up. When it came to clothes, she had a most ghastly sense of style. Everything was black in colour, making her look like she was monochromatic. Her dress was dark and tightly strapped to her skinny being and she wore long, black fingerless gloves that were embroidered with a spider web motif to show off her short, ebony nails. Her Gothic look was completed with a tacky, macabre choker embellished with a pendant in the likeness of a goat skull. Unlike her slightly-older sister, Sølv was not quite so blessed when it came to bust size, with her less-than-average bosom volume being completely overshadowed by her more crowd-pleasing twin, making her look as flat as Gyllen by comparison.

"What distraction from the knowledge that we are all living in a futile, petty existence would you like to partake in, my vulnerable, naïve lamb of a relative?" Sølv asked her question in a monotonous voice.

"Tea party! Tea party!" Kobber clasped her hands in giddy joy, despite not comprehending half of what Sølv just said.

Kobber's room had not changed much since her childhood. The walls were a gaudy shade of pink, patterned with pretty flowers and cute bunnies. Her bookshelves were filled with all sorts of fluffy characters when she was not playing with them rather than any actual published works. In the centre of her lodging was a round, short-legged wooden table, painted pinks and whites, at the foot of the princess's comfortable bed. Around the table, sitting on pillows, was Kobber and her 'party guests' - several stuffed animals plus Sølv whose gloomy demeanour contrasted with the jolly atmosphere of the chamber. Kobber was pouring out lukewarm tea into the finely crafted, bone china cups atop saucers that were laid out in front of her toys. By the time she got around to her sister, the golden-brown liquid was nothing but a few drops leaking from the spout.

"Oh, fudge! We're out of tea..." Kobber said as she removed the lid of the kettle to confirm her claim, trying to hide her strange glee from the fact she has depleted her brew. "Sølv...can you do your top-up thingy?"

"I know you take perverse delight in observing me refilling your container behind your innocent disposition, dear sister. Your efforts to hide your base-intentions are futile." Sølv sighed as she stood up from kneeling and got up onto the table with both her feet, trying to keep her balance. "However, I also take the same perverse delight in being surveyed as I refresh the contents of the kettle. I will give into my base desires."

The younger twin lifted up her dress, slow revealling her elegant, pasty legs and her lacy, inky underwear emblazoned with a purple nightshade design. She moved them aside to expose her plump labia, spreading them apart with her free hand and bearing her tight-looking inner pussy. Kobber blushed as she watched her sister show off her private parts in such a casual manner. It would not be the first or even the second time. 

The reason that Sølv is so accepting to play with Kobber is not out of any familial love, it is because Kobber is so accepting to the Goth's depraved, incestuous activities. After all, it makes both of them happy so it is as if it is all just another game to the imbecilic, copper-haired princess even if she does not fully understand the implications of what's going on. Of course, Sølv made sure to let Kobber know that this was their little secret, something they will both take with them to the graves though the chatterbox had to be persuaded to keep things undisclosed via a mixture of promises for more of her 'games' and threats involving a fire spell and Mr. Brennbar, her favourite teddy bear.

Kobber slid the empty teapot between her sisters legs, directly below her, knowing full-well what she Sølv was about to do as they had done something similar before not too long ago which Kobber found ever so fun and wanted to experience again. The darker princess's urethra flexed just before a stream of light yellow fluid escaped out, landing into the teapot with incredible accuracy, though a couple of droplets splashed out and left darkened spots on the tablecloth. Kobber blushed and giggled as she watched her sister urinate into the kettle, hearing the fluid burble as it filled the pot and feeling her crotch get warm though Sølv's expression remained unchanged.

"That's a lot of wee today, sis!" Kobber said as Sølv continued to empty her bladder.

"I'll never understand why you get deviated arousal from merely watching me do something so mundane and vile." Sølv commented casually. "But to be fair...I'll never understand why I get aroused from being watched as I do it..."

The stream gradually got weaker and turned into a trickle, only managing to replenish a fraction of the kettle's previous volume. Kobber was kind enough to use her handkerchief to wipe away any lingering moisture around Sølv's lower lips. The younger twin readjusted her clothing and knelt back down on her pillow as if nothing happened and Kobber began to pour out the lemon-tinged liquid into both her own and her sister's cups before hooking her finger in the cup's handle and bringing it up to her mouth for a quiet sip of Sølv's bodily fluid, savouring the strong, bitter taste of fresh piss upon it touching her tongue.

"Mmm, delicious!" Kobber said after swallowing her drink. "Your wee-tea is the best, sis!" Sølv remained silent and did not acknowledge Kobber's words. The Goth princess gripped her mug and took a swig, swirling her own urine in her mouth before spitting it back out into the container, getting hotter under her collar from the filthy act though still trying to keep her faded-skinned expressions composed as best she could. Kobber shrugged and took another graceful quaff.

"It's not healthy to actually consume it like that, my cretinous sister." Sølv breathed out.

"Aw, but it's so yummy..." Kobber whined. "Will it make me ugly!? Princesses can't be ugly!"

"Does it matter? It is mere flesh." Sølv replied. "But to answer your empty question, your physical appearance shall remain unaltered."

"Oh, goodie!" The older twin ingested some more piss. "Um...Sølv?"

"What is it now, my simple sibling?" Sølv said with somewhat of an annoyed tone.

"My flower is getting warm...can you make me feel good?"

"On the bed, let's get this over with." Sølv sighed and once again, stood back up. Kobber squeed in excitement and jumped onto her queen-sized mattress, bottom first. 

Kobber gracefully fell to her back onto the goose-feather duvet, resting on the pillows as her poofy, reddish-brown hair fluffed-up and perfectly framed around her head. Sølv climbed on the bed after her, kneeling at her sister's feet. The gloomy princess held Kobber's shins and raised up her legs, making her older twin let out a nervous but excited peep as her dress fell down towards her waist as her lower body was lifted, revealling a pair of modest, frilly bloomers. Kobber hid her rosy face and gleeful grin behind her hands as Sølv grabbed a fistful of the cloth, yanking her underwear down her sleek, thick thighs to uncover her pussy. The dark princess immediately shoved two of her fingers into the somewhat more innocent girl's slit, turning and sliding them in and out of her hole, making a schlicking sound as she preformed her raunchy act.

"Gods, you're soaking." Sølv said down to Kobber as she squealed with delight every time her sister rammed her digits into her hole. "Did guzzling down my waste really turn you on that much? That's lower than even the most debauched Monster District streetwalker..." Sølv grabbed onto Kobber's right breast with her free hand, making her joyfully mewl as it was fondled. Sølv pulled her fucking fingers out of her older sister's pussy. They glistened with sticky juices as Sølv brought them closer to her face before lashing her long tongue around the pair of digits, cleaning off the sweet and salty essence. Though her reactions remained non-existent, she was enjoying the taste immensely, squeezing her legs underneath her long, black gown as her vagina got moist as she played with her sibling.

Sølv looked down at Kobber's deliciously pink slit, sustaining her cool demeanour, trying not to lose herself to let loose and go mad over the yellow-dressed princess' private parts. Instead, Sølv slowly crouched her upper body downwards to Kobber's bottom half as she still held the auburn-haired girl's legs back, letting out a slight, warm exhale against her crotch which made Kobber laugh quietly. Sølv stuck her licker out and moved it up and down the stimulated cooter, parting the lower lips to make direct contact with what lay between them. Kobber let out cute wails as she was eaten out, holding onto the sides of Sølv's head to force her further into her cunt. Sølv's face was buried into Kobber's crotch, with her tongue worming its way partially into her moist cavern and with her nose among her dark-red pubic hair, smelling the sweet sweat emanating from it. 

"Sølv...It's nearly there..." Kobber murmured as she curled her toes. Sølv ignored her older twin's words again and remained fixated on her snatch, determined for her to release her sweet nectar. Not long after, Kobber let out a long, drawn-out yell of Sølv's name as she finally climaxed, holding her knees together as much as she could with them still being held back. Sølv noisily slurped up all the released honey coming from Kobber's pot, licking up and around her inner thighs, making sure she did not miss a single drop.

Sølv picked herself up onto her knees from the bed and wiped her face of quim with Kobber's handkerchief from earlier, throwing it to the side without any regard after she was finished with it.

"I'll take my leave..." Sølv mumbled. "Enjoy the rest of your pitiful, pointless life until our next confrontation..." The younger sister turned to the side to leave Kobber's presence.

"No fair, Sølv!" Kobber whined, tugging on her sister's hand to prevent her from going. "I wanna taste your flower too!" Sølv sighed.

"So be it..." The Goth princess stood up on the bed, lifting up her dress once more, removing her underwear from her hips and down to her knees, squatting over Kobber's face as the older sister laid back. Sølv's pussy hovered just a couple of scant centimetres above the lighter princess' mouth. Kobber grabbed hold of Sølv's thin knees to hoist her head up and delicately kiss her twin's cooch. The kissed turned into multiple soft licks, as Kobber expressed her delight upon sampling Sølv's pale, black-haired cunt through various noises made with her mouth as she ate out. Sølv gripped Kobber's hair roughly with her hands, causing her twin to wince as she practically sat on her face, biting her bottom lip and finally breaking character by making a few pleasured sounds before she curved her back and unceremoniously orgasmed, spewing her nectar into Kobber's mouth. The older twin licked at and around Sølv's genitalia with a blithe smile forming as she did before she was pushed away by the gloomy girl.

"Enough." Sølv whispered harshly before she side-stepped off the bed and back onto the solid, wooden floor, rearranging her disarrayed clothing and hair to a state similar to how she was when she first entered the room.

"Methinks it would be in your best interests to get yourself in presentable order, preferably before a chance encounter with mum or dad." Sølv advised her big sister. Kobber leaped up from the bed, tripping over her knickers that hanged loosely around her feet to give Sølv a warm cuddle.

"I had sooo much fun! Love you, sis!" Kobber squeed. Sølv just broke out of her hold and glided out the door silently back to her room. Kobber simply tittered and picked up her stuffed animals, talking to a a purple rabbit before putting it back on her bed where it belonged. "She's so quirky, huh, Mrs. Fyll?"

*****

Thank you for reading and I am sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors.



Prince Gyllen Ch. 06



The Soldier's Drum, a popular inn on the outskirts of the port town of Nautisk, was holding host to a troop of Platinan soldiers. Battalions were a regular sight at the inn as they would often spend the night to await for boats in Nautisk shoving off in the morning to take part in campaigns across the sea or on the slim chance that they may return to Platina if that was where they originated. This particular group belonged to the latter. They were, however, were possibly the rowdiest warriors the pub had seen in the past couple of centuries since the days of barbarian war-chiefs pillaging villages left and right. The squad consisted of several orcs, a lone minotaur and two humans, one of whom being the heir-apparent to Platina's throne: Princess Jern. 

Jern was the big sister to all the other successors, not just in age but also in size, personality and reputation. The first thing anybody would notice was her height, standing a clear few heads worth above most people. Combine that with her bright, cropped, fiery-orange hair and pretty, if rather unwashed and bruised, face and she would be difficult to miss in a crowd. Currently, she was wearing a heavy set of battered steel armour, filled with many nicks and dents as reminders of her numerous battles with her helmet removed in order to allow her mouth easier access to her beer. She was standing up on a bench, exaggerating her already impressive stature, and merrily belting out war ballads while swinging her umpteenth tankard of the evening around, taking the occasional sloppy swig between verses.

"It's all on me, lads!" Jern slurred. "Go wild!" There was a roar of cheers coming from her companions as they joined in with her horribly out-of-tune singing. The staff were all huddled into the back room, praying to the gods that the soldiers would change their minds about staying the night in their lodgings or at least go to bed soon as they were too afraid to usher out a bunch of fully-armed, drunken orcs and the legendary Princess Knight by themselves that were scaring off the other customers. At least their money was good, having rented out all the available rooms and able to pay for their drinks. The benefits of being friends with somebody who just so happened to have access to the royal treasury, I suppose. 

The only sober one among the lot was Leif: Jern's squire whom followed her about like an obedient pup though refused to partake in any fighting or getting shit-faced, rather just sitting awkwardly by his lonesome as he watched the ensuing mania from afar. 

"Oi, Larry! Is she always like this?" One of the orcs asked his fellow. "I thought princesses were suppose to be...sweeter."

"You're new to the unit, right?" Larry said. "Don't let 'er status fool ya, kid. She's a wild child, that one."

"Did ya see 'er out on the field? She's a demon with a claymore!"

"I dunno...I still think Pasiphaë is the best fighter we got..."

"That's the cow-lady, innit? I s'pose ya gotta be strong if you have to carry tits that big everyday."

Pasiphaë was sitting on a table opposite of Jern, sipping on her stein. She was a little more composed in her intoxication, just quietly humming along with a wide smile on her face. She stood out from the others, being the only minotaur in the contingent, with ivory horns poking up from each side of her skull that added an extra couple of inches to make her seem as tall as Jern. The rest of her was also prototypical for her race: curled and fluffy dark hair, specifically a deep shade of brown, that grew long past her shoulders, a bronze shade of skin, hooves replacing where a human would have their feet and a tail jutting from her lower back. Ironically her most defining feature was not bovine-like but rather the pair of massive human mammaries bulging from her chest, easily even bigger than her own head, emphasised further by the rest of her body being way disproportionate to the udders in question. Her wardrobe unashamedly showed-off her endowments and finely toned body, wearing nothing more than a glorified bikini. Two large, iron plates attached to a strap of leather kept her boobies somewhat protected and held in place by squashing them into her body though the plates did little to hide the majority of her tit-flesh to the world. Around her shapely hips, a chainmail loin cloth was fastened to cover her otherwise naked genitals and large, plump buttocks as she was not wearing any form of underwear. It was not recommended for her to cross her legs unless she was actively seeking a mate.

"Princess, haven't you had enough already...?" Leif advised his superior.

"Nonsense! It's not even midnight yet! Can't stop yet!" Jern slapped the manservant on the back roughly, the area around her nose glowing red before shoving her mug into his arms. "Hold this...I need a piss..." Jern stumbled blindly backwards and into a corner, kicking a bucket and mop which she mistook or a toilet in her drunken state. The princess slacked a couple of straps around the armour piece that covered her groin, letting it fall backwards with a loud thud onto the wood floorboards. Jern moved her simple, hemp-woven briefs to uncover her muff, standing over the bucket with spread legs and relieving herself for all the platoon to see. Urine was messily sprayed around the general area, some getting on the walls, most of the it getting on the floor around the bucket and little of it actually landing in the container she was aiming for. There was many hoots of laughter and a cringeworthy wolf-whistle coming from the men as warm wee slowly trickled down her legs. Leif was the one feeling much more humiliated for his knight, desperately trying to convince her that the corner was not the little girl's room but Jern remained ignorant as she blissfully continued to release her pent-up piss.

"Are you sure you're a princess?" One of the orcs could be heard saying. Eventually, Jern did listen to Leif though it was after she had finished, of course, and went back to boozing after re-attaching her armour.

"So...Jern or Pasiphaë?" One of the men asked his drinking buddy.

"Whaddaya mean?"

"Come on, y'know...who do ya thinks 'otter?"

"Grow up, man."

"Come on!"

"Oh, alright, then. I'll say Jern, ya 'appy?"

"You fuckin' serious?"

"What's wrong with 'er? She's pretty, she keeps fit..."

"What about the tits, mate? Pasiphaë is all like...boing! Jern's way too flat." As soon as he finished speaking his mind, there was a loud slam on a table from somebody putting down their mug too fast, most likely on purpose. Everybody went silent and faced the source of the sound: Princess Jern had furiously bashed the table with her flagon.

"Care to repeat that, soldier?" Jern quietly mumbled, referring to the soldier who made the recent remark.

"R-repeat what, captain?" The orc stuttered.

"About how I'm a butch shemale who doesn't have tits!" Jern yelled at her subordinate. She was very sensitive about her lack of voluptuous lady-mounds especially seeing how her mother and younger sister were the famously busty Queen Helio and Princess Kobber respectively.

"I didn't say it like that! Sorry!" The orc defended himself. Jern was just about ready to throw her drinking glass at him before interrupted by Leif.

"Princess! Control yourself, please!" The squire got himself between Jern and the man she was about to conk, trying to think of something that would calm her. "Y-you're still the stronger one!" Jern blinked and sat back down, bursting into a hearty laugh. 

"Aye, that's true! Looks don't matter much in a fight, huh?" Jern guffawed, giving Leif a friendly, if painful, slap on the back.

"Ahem!" Pasiphaë cleared her throat, rather loudly. "The strongest apart from me is what you meant to say, of course...right, Leif?"

"Well, uh..." Leif stuttered, trying to think of the best way to take everybody's side.

"Says who, ya fat cow?" Jern stood up once again, pushed Leif out of her way and strutted towards the minotaur. At the same time, Pasiphaë got to her hooves and walked over to meet Jern in the middle of the room.

"Oh, let's reminisce a little, shall we, Jern?" The horned vixen asked. "Let's see...who was it that duelled the Sablyan general into submission? Or captured Fort Muratas singe-handedly?"

"I think all blood in your head is going to yer boobs, Pasi." Jern retorted. "Did ya forget who first fought that general that made him run away straight into you? Or who it was that hacked her way through the fort's doors to let your sorry arse in?"

Pasiphaë and Jern were right up against one another, their muscular chests colliding as Jern's cuirass squished Pasi's plate-protected titties, staring daggers into one another's eyes.

"Fight!" Somebody could be heard shouting from the onlooking crowd that turned into a chant, egging the two females on to duke it out for supremacy.

"What do ya say, Pasi? A quick rumble to decide who's stronger?" Jern challenged her sister-in-arms.

"Fine by me. Just don't start crying when you lose, alright, princess?" The minotaur accepted.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Leif flailed at the girls. "Can we not fight amongst ourselves? I thought we were all friends here!" Everybody booed upon his appearance. Jern slipped her sidekick a couple of gold coins into his hand.

"Say, Leif, how about you go into town and catch a play for an hour or three?" The princess ushered her manservant away. "There's a good boy..."

"You're just so impossible sometimes, princess..." Leif reluctantly removed himself from the vicinity and hoped that his knight would not get herself too roughed up.

"Anybody got a knife handy?" Jern asked her boys. Somebody threw the princess a small dagger and, rather than shank Pasiphaë then and there, she hunched over and scratched a large, rough circle into the floor around her and the minotaur. "Okay, that's good enough." 

Jern unhesitatingly undressed from her protective gear, casually tossing them away from their ring as though they were mere cloth, leaving standing in nothing but her practical, beige panties and vest, remaining ignorant of the several orcs drooling over her showing some skin. In her underwear, much more of Jern's body could clearly be seen, including her perfectly muscled legs and arms that proved she took training and fighting as serious as any other infantryman, not to mention the slight amount of dark hair in her armpits that could be seen whenever she raised them, indicating she had gone for quite a while without having an opportunity to shave there.

"We'll do Platinan rules, alright? Ten seconds on yer back or getting pushed out the ring means ya lose." Jern said to her opponent, stretching her limbs.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Let's just get this over with." Pasiphaë replied, opposite of the princess.

"Well, come on, Get yer kit off! No armour allowed."

"But then I'll be naked..." Pasi smiled as she said it, trying to act all innocent as her sultry gaze wandered to the onlooking orcs.

"For Odin's sake. Look, I'll get naked too if it will make ya feel better, deal?" The princess proposed. Pasiphaë nodded in agreement. 

Jern pulled her vest over her head and dropped her briefs to the floor, kicking them aside and showing off even more of her brawn. Her six abdominal muscles were well-defined, curly ginger pubic hairs somewhat kept her slit concealed from plain view and, contrary to her tantrum earlier, was not quite fully flat-chested. She was still nowhere near as busty as Pasiphaë, mind, though she still did have slight stacks around her nipples but they were not big enough to necessitate a proper brassiere. She would no doubt have been the subject of many heterosexual male gazes if Pasi was not also stripping in the name room. 

The minotaur woman had pulled off her breast coverings and slid her chainmail off her curvaceous arse, leaving nothing to hide on her tanned body. Her titanic tits slightly sagged, as they would naturally do at this size without support with two large, pink areolae that contrasted against her skin tone. Her crotch hair was neatly trimmed into an upside down triangular shape. The minotaur acted coy with a smile on her full lips and teasingly wiggling her arse as she was being ogled with some of the men openly complimenting her appearance. Jern got furious upon seeing some of her soldiers pop erections at the sight of her second-in-command.

"Don't make light of my challenge!" Jern bellowed, pointing a finger at Pasiphaë.

"Whoa, calm yourself. I'm just messing about." Pasi responded.

"There's no messing about when honour is at stake!"

"Whatever. I'm ready when you are."

The two combatants got into the centre of the ring together and begun their match. They immediately held onto each other's shoulders, gripping tightly as they pushed against one another with all their might. Neither one of them was moving backwards, their feet had been firmly planted on the floor. Their muscles bulged as they grunted in an effort to make one another flinch, already starting to sweat from the strain they were each taking. After several minutes of being locked in a stalemate, Pasiphaë decided to take a risk by raising a hoof from the ground, that could have made her lose her balance and get pushed down or out and kicked at Jern's shins. Jern was too busy focused on her upper body that she didn't even notice until she felt a strike on her lower leg. Pasiphaë got in a lucky shot that toppled the princess onto her back. Pasiphaë did not hesitate to take this opportunity to pounce on the grounded princess, sitting on her stomach with all her weight with her bare, bronze arse firmly planted on her abs. Pasi kept Jern's arms pinned down as the warrior princess struggled by kicking at the minotaur's back with her legs in futile attempt to get her to dismount from her. Pasiphaë winced a little from the blows but otherwise did not move an inch, determined to prove herself to be the stronger of the two. 

The crowd began to count to ten in unison as Jern laid on her back, trying to think of a way out of her predicament before she lost when she had an idea when she saw the two massive orbs above her. Using all of her might, she lifted her arms slowly against the force of Pasi keeping them down. There wasn't enough strength behind her arms to topple the minotaur, Jern knew that as she was aiming for something else. The princess grappled onto Pasiphaë's boobies, kneading the pair in her chest which caused milk to start spewing from her nubs. Jern remembered once overhearing from one of her men that Pasi's breasts were a major weak spot for her as she would easily lactate if even given the slightest amount of stimulation, causing her to get turned-on in an instant and become incredibly light-headed as a result. Sure enough, Pasi's cocky smile formed into an O-shape as her face became flushed as she was being milked. Jern could feel the bovine's hold loosening around her wrists as the fluid trickled in and out of her fingers and felt Pasi's crotch get warmer on her abs. Just as the count reached eight, Jern threw Pasiphaë off her being, jumped to her feet and shoved the weakened minotaur out of the ring and into several orcs, knocking them down.

There was a silence from the soldiers before they boomed into hurrahs and praise for Jern's miraculous comeback. The victor made her way to where Pasiphaë had fallen. The minotaur assumed she had come to gloat about her win, blushing red and trying to cover her embarrassing still-leaking boobs, but was surprised to instead see the princess extend her hand out to her with a kind smile formed on her lips. Pasi could not help but smile too as Jern helped her up from the floor and back to her hooves.

"Good fight." The princess declared.

"Yeah...I would have won if you didn't use such a dirty move." Pasiphaë gave Jern a friendly punch on the arm.

"All's fair in fighting! There's no such thing as a 'dirty move' on the battlefield." The two put their arms around each other's shoulders and laughed like good friends, as though there was never a skirmish in the first place. "Another round!" Jern shouted to many happy orcs.

"So...Who's gonna keep me company in bed tonight then?" Jern drunkenly announced to her soldiers after the latest beer batch, still having not gotten redressed from her recent wrestling match with her toned arse planted on a bench. There was a mass of hands raised when the question had been uttered.

"Is this normal in the troop too, Larry?"

"Oh, yeah! Jus' try an' keep it a secret, alright?"

Jern scanned her eyeballs among the front row of fine, strapping young warriors and pointed to four out of the lot, with a collective groan being heard from the many that went unselected. The group of troops followed their commander up the rickety staircase and crowded into a compact room that made Min's apartment look spacious by comparison. The naked Pasiphaë confronted the turned down masses and said in her sultry tone:

"Cheer up, boys. You still have a chance with me~" 

Jern, with her muscular arms around the necks of two orc fellows, almost falling through the door to the sleeping chamber, saved only by the help of her comrades. She flopped onto the raggedy bed, almost ready to fall asleep before recalling the company she had brought with her when she felt two, thick green fingers massaged her lower lips. With a smile, she raised her rear, allowing more digits to prod on her cunny and even felt one put pressure on the rim of her arsehole between her firm cheeks, letting one a muffled, quiet moan as her head was part-way sunk into the pillow. She turned herself over onto her back and awkwardly stood up straight as she could being hammered and grabbing hold of two of the soldiers' packages between their greaves.

"Oh, whoops. I thought I had more hands than this..." Jern chuckled, realising she was not able to grope them all at the one time as she originally wished settled for merely taking each one in turn in hand, fondling and caressing them with her strong grip, watching and feeling them get more erect as she hungrily licked her lips. One of the troops, a few years her senior, was the first to remove his slacks for his captain whose gaze was drawn to it in an instant. She uncupped both palms from whatever bulges she was holding at that moment to take a hold of this orc's shaft while feeling his dangling sack underneath.

"What's your name, soldier?" Jern enquired hazily while slowly pumping his cock in her hold.

"Jason, ma'am." The troop replied stiffly, as any obedient troop would, trying to keep himself together as the Amazon handled his cock.

"Jay, eh? I think I'm going to like you a lot." Jern quickly flicked her tongue up his deep green glans. 

"Th-thank you, ma'am." Jason responded, twitching as his tender cock-head felt Jern's licker brush past it.

"Satisfy me and I can see a possible advancement in your rank in the future." She smiled and winked up at him. Just something she always said to give them extra motivation. "Same goes for everybody else. Let's get to it, shall we?"

Jern was pushed backwards once again as a different soldier undid his breeches and pulled out his long erection and had moved himself onto the bottom of the bed quick enough before the rest had a chance to fuck a princess' elusive royal hole. The other men would have to settle for alternate means of teasing their commander before or if they got their chance to fuck her. She was still holding onto Jason's magnificent phallus before another appeared to her on her opposite, equally as appetising in its appearance, and also took it into her hand just as she felt herself being slowly penetrated down below, her vagina opening up to accommodate the lime piece of meat breaking in. The fourth participant present instead decided to give Jern's chest some much needed attention and presses his palms over her small breasts, groping what little he could as the princess let out a pleasurable groan from the feeling of her insides being filled up, unconsciously tightening clench harder on the dicks she was jerking off. 




Prince Gyllen Ch. 06



Her perky nipples hardened and one began to be licked on soon after with the other being twisted slightly by deft fingers. As this was going on and her pussy was being slowly bucked into on repeat with her muscled vaginal walls clamping down with each thrust, she inserted the cocks into her hungry gob, sucking one before switching to the other, taking them hard and deep into her throat, making small whimpers that contrasted with her cocky, tough character and looks, gurgling as the tip touched the back of her mouth, turned on even more from the musky, manly, sweaty scent from their bodies as the result of going for days without bathing. 

Jern began to get more greedy with the cocks, pulling the boys closer towards her gluttonous gob with her herculean strength as she took began to piggishly suck on the two at the same time, filling her cheeks and running her tongue across the length and around the girth of them as she stuffed her face with the green sausages, letting her stifled moans reverberate along the phalluses, enjoying hearing the men moan themselves, letting her know that she was doing something right, fuelling her ego. Elsewhere on her being, the orc that was focusing on her teats had finally let free his throbbing penis like his fellows and stood onto his feet, bringing his crotch up to Jern's body and rubbing it along her erect nub, now Jern was in direct contact with every cock in the room now and it felt good especially with her extra-sensitive flat mammaries being massaged by a dick with the occasional harsh slap that made her delightfully yelp. Even further down below, the soldier occupied with her cunt was humping as fast as his muscles would possibly allow, jamming in and out of the princess with consistent timing before reaching down and pinching her clitoris between his finger and thumb. Hard. 

Jern's hazel eyes opened wide, showing more of her whites, as her receptive bean was roughly nipped. If she did not have her mouth full, she would have announced she was close to an orgasm then and there however she just had to settle for surprising the men when she let out a yell of a larger volume compared to her previous noises as her drunk, wide eyes suddenly crossed as her tongue hanged loose underneath the double layers of oblong flesh, covering her man's dick in her love juices. 

By lucky coincidence, while Jern was still experiencing her climax and twitching as she came, all four men ejaculated at once with their grunts perfectly in synch. Her mouth was filled up with a creamy goodness before the soldiers pulled out and sprayed her face with the remainder of their white seed, running along her cheeks and down her chin. A torrent of spunk was shot out from the orc pleasuring himself while he suckled on Jern and slapped his meat on her bosom. A wave of cum flooded into her vagina, reaching all the way up and into her womb, leaking out as he pulled away. If this was a human, then there would be no doubt that semen of his magnitude would have been able to get her pregnant. Thank gods that orcs were too biologically incompatible to produce a half-breed offspring or else there would be scandals talked about for years to come, especially taking Jern's father's infamous stance on non-humans into account, so the princess could leisurely have her way with any male who struck her fancy as long as he belonged to a foreign race and nobody would be any the wiser. 

For now though, Princess Jern was tranquilly resting, her intense orgasm had sapped whatever strength she had left that was keeping her up this long in the wee hours of the morning with a satisfied smile on her jizz coated lips. The four soldiers agreed without a word to leave their commanding officer be, dreaming alone in her room and bathed in their bodily essence, and went down to join with the rest of their company once more, after readjusting their genitals into their trousers again, of course. The princess tossed as she lay, hugging onto the pillow with her each buried into it, rubbing off some of the sticky fluid in the process and drooling out the corner of her mouth as she visualised her homeland, anticipating her return.

Thank you for reading and I am sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors.



Prince Gyllen Ch. 07



It was late in Malmhule. Late to the point that it was already technically morning. The bell tower could be heard clanging once over the city to signal the first hour of the day. Any regular, decent, hard working citizen who did not have a night-shift would have long been sleeping by now however there was a handful of people still active and shuffling about in and out of the numerous streets to participate in some less-than-honest business ranging from petty robbery to the dealing of narcotics. Down in an alleyway in the Monster District, where these illegal activities seemed to thrive due to the high unemployment rate, there was two humanoids with only a lamp mounted nearby to illuminate them. One, a spotted gnoll, had his back up against the wall with crass graffiti regarding the monarchy behind him while the other, a blonde human, was squatting down on the stony surface in his tacky, pink heels whilst slobbering all over the feliformia's black rocket before his head was pushed off the puppy pecker to gladly accept a load of thick spunk onto his face, keeping his mouth open so he could taste part of the warm load against his tongue. The hyena let out a loud, happy howl as he discharged, before stuffing his penis back into his trousers as it shrank in length.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Wara." The young harlot said, after he gulped the cum down his throat and wiped his eyelids clean.

"Anytime, Goldie." Tositi Wara said in his growling voice that made the prince found oddly sexy. 

Word spread fast around the Monster District of Min's new golden-haired, human friend actually turning out to be a boy, making him lose a little bit of his brief previous popularity among the heterosexual male demographic but, at the same time, sparked new interest in those who preferred the less-fairer sex. There were also those willing to make an exception for Goldie regardless of their orientation. Some even refused to believe that he really was a man despite multiple witnesses to the contrary and continued seeing him under the impression he had a vagina. Wild rumours began to crop up in the taverns regarding everybody's new favourite hussy, daft things like he was once a beautiful woman who was cursed into the form of a man by a jealous witch or he was secretly Prince Gyllen in disguise. Of course, he really WAS Prince Gyllen in disguise, quickly becoming addicted to sexual recreation and already getting thrills from giving oral sex in secluded streets to anybody who struck his fancy. He was even occasionally paid for his efforts! He just prayed that the gossip would remain just that: gossip.

As the gnoll walked towards the exit of the lane and Gyllen stood up straight, cleaning his cheeks with his fingers before taking dainty licks at the strings of seed that glistened between them, Min was walking on her stubby legs in the opposite direction of the beastkin, dressed in her favourite streetwalker wear.

"Hey, Tositi, how about it?" The goblin asked as she passed by the hyena.

"Not tonight, Min. I just been with Goldie." He replied and disappeared around the corner. Min rolled her eyes and strolled towards the prince who had just now noticed his short-stacked acquaintance and tried to wipe the splooge into his skirt to hide the fact he was eating it. She knew.

"Alright, Prince Pussy?" She greeted. "How many did ya get today?"

"For Odin's sake, Min! Stop referring me to as a prince when I'm in these clothes!" Gyllen scolded in a whispering shout at the goblin's poor idea of a joke before withdrawing back into his more sheepish tone of voice. "...and if you must know...I had four..."

"Only four?" Min scoffed. "I've had seven meself. Yer slippin', Gold."

"I really must take my leave now." The prince ignored Min's remarks. "Jern's coming home in the morning and I've got to rise early to greet her, gods help me..." Gyllen groaned at the thought of meeting his arrogant eldest sister again.

"Oh! Such is the hard life of a noble!" Min wailed with the back of her hand on her forehead, pretending to swoon in a melodramatic fashion in a mocking imitation of Gyllen's voice. The prince said nothing and merely glowered, holding back his hissy fit. "I think I'm gonna call it a night too actually."

"Until next time, Min." Gyllen politely bowed before walking in the direction of the palace, hardly ever hobbling in the platform heels now.

"Stay beautiful." Min slapped the prince right in the buttocks as he turned to leave, making him yelp and nearly lose his balance then and there.

A few hours passed by until Jern's scheduled arrival. Gyllen had managed to get just enough rest during that time after cleansing himself of make-up and the smell of fornication before arising again to greet his sibling. He soon found himself in the courtyard, smartly dressed and groomed, wondering why he even bothered making the effort for somebody who would not even appreciate the work he put into it. 

Standing on his right was Kobber, her brown hair having been recently washed and dried, making it look extra fluffy. Her circular face was caked in powder and her cheeks and lips were coloured bright red that made her somewhat resemble a clown with a shining diamond tiara adorning her head and various bright baubles decorating her fingers and neck, keeping hold of a raggedy doll with one hand that most girls would have stopped playing with approximately ten years prior in their lives. To her right was Sølv, standing slightly hunched over and arms hanging loose by her sides, hidden in baggy sleeves which Kobber was keeping a grip on, and a blank face that did not express her dislike for her pale flesh being exposed to the morning sun. 

In front and centre of the trio was Queen Helio, preened in a similar way to her second daughter but to a lesser extent, like how an average adult mind would know when to stop applying cosmetics as well as a more modest silver circlet placed around her cranium. A large group of guards were lined up around the royal family members present, standing tall and looking proud in the gleaming armour they polished in preparation for today. Robert even shaved. The only person who seemed to be absent was King Platina himself though it would have been more of a surprise if he actually did show up, seeing how he seemed to be quite occupied with his so-called 'kingly duties' as of late.

The metal gate was lifted and Princess Jern entered, galloping on a powerful stallion and followed by her legion comprised of almost entirely of non-humans. The king had reluctantly made a special exception for them to come within the palace's perimeters in place of his regular rule of monsters being banned from the castle, seeing how they were under the command to his favourite offspring so perhaps she could have kept them under control during their visit as he thought every orc was a stereotypical, rampaging barbarian...of course, these WERE the stereotypical types but that is besides the point.

Jern dismounted from her steed with a jump, landing on her feet with clang that resonated throughout her armour. She removed her helmet, holding it underneath her arm and smiled upon seeing her mother in the first time in about a year. 

"Oh, Jern..." The emotional Helio's eyes welled up with small tears as she clasped her mouth as she once again came face-to-face with her dear child.

"Hey, Ma! How you been keepin'?" The iron princess beamed a smile and embraced her mother with a single, muscular limb.

"Oh, my! You've certainly gotten stronger..." Helio said as she was yanked into Jern, dwarfed by her daughter's height. Gyllen noticed the bruises on Jern's face as they hugged, lamenting in his own mind how his mother would have no doubt embarrassed him by sending for a doctor as if he broke an arm if he was the one with the light injuries. Jern caught her sole brother's glare towards her.

"Still a skinny runt, eh, Gyllen?" Jern let go of her mother and sauntered over to the row of her siblings behind, giving the prince a rough punch on the arm as a sign of bizarre older sister's affection. "More meat in your diet is what ya need or you'll stay a twig forever." The princess guffawed followed by her soldiers and some of the palace guards. Kobber even let out a girlish titter.

"Wonderful to see you again, Jern..." Gyllen said as civil as he could manage through his clear disdain, rubbing his arm where his sister had struck him. The big sister turned her head to the younger twin of the family.

"And how's my favourite sulky sister doin'?" Jern referred to Sølv.

"If a single iota of your material being comes into contact with me, I will hex you into a newt..." Sølv responded in her monotone voice. Jern merely shrugged off the threat with a chuckle though still kept her distance.

"Jeh! Jeh!" Kobber bounced up and down with excitement, referring Jern to the same name she had called her when she first learned to talk, her breasts jiggling and necklace jingling at her movements. "I wanna hear your adventures!"

"Whoa, calm down, Kobs." Jern put her hand on the childish princess' head and ruffled up her dark hair. "There will be time for stories later. When's dinner ready, Ma?"

"The cooks have told me it will not be until eight o'clock. They have apologised for the delay...although they have been preparing for this feast non-stop since yesterday..." Helio answered.

"Eight? We can get plenty drinkin' done in that time! To the pub, lads!" Jern announced and left just as quickly as she arrived with her soldiers cheering behind her as they followed.

"Gods, she hasn't changed a bit..." Gyllen murmured.

More empty hours passed of chefs bustling about in a mad dash to get meals prepared on time, Jern and her friends causing a stir at the local and Gyllen fidgeting in his room, frustrated at his incapability to leave for a night in the Monster District today and wondering what on Midgard he did to occupy himself before he ever met Min, having resorted to masturbation twice now and still bored out his gourd. The clocks trickled slowly towards eight, as the old bell clanged to tell the time right on cue. 

In the dining hall, tables were lined up with a band of minstrels to the side performing beautiful renditions of popular Platinan folk songs. Servants brought out the divine dishes on trolleys to serve to the attendees along the tables. The royal family sat on a top row plus a few of Jern's most trusted companions to fill things out. Gyllen was situated between Sølv and Pasiphaë, Jern's minotaur ally in her most recent campaign. The moment she sat down, Gyllen's eyes were drawn towards her buxom bovine breasts on full display in her scanty armour, finding himself fascinated by their volume. Despite his frequent trips to the Monster District, Gyllen had never happened across a female minotaur before in his life though males were definitely in no short supply. Pasiphaë caught the prince taking glances in her direction as she took a drinking horn to her lips and seeing how little he had eaten of his haddock from the distractions.

"So you're Jern's little brother?" The cow-woman suddenly said, bringing the container back down.

"Huh...? Oh! Yes! Gyllen..." The prince snapped out of his trance and hastily introduced himself before holding out his hand to be shaken to her. "It's my pleasure to meet you, Ms...um..."

"My name's Pasiphaë. People just call me Pasi though." The minotaur held Gyllen's delicate white hand and gave it a firm shake. "I've heard you're quite the supporter in equal rights for monsters."

"Yes, madame!" Gyllen perked right up. Civil rights was one of his favourites things to discuss. "I firmly believe that nobody should be discriminated and oppressed by whether they are a human or not. I even heard that there was a non-human elected delegate in a province in Yanchu. A major progressive development!"

"Adorable." Pasi smiled at Gyllen's optimistic enthusiasm, still holding onto his hand, before switching into a more seductive gaze. "Maybe you can show me just how much you love us big, scary monsters later..." Gyllen gulped followed by nervous laughter. 

"Q-quite...you can let go now..."

Meanwhile, in the centre of the top table on the tallest chairs were the king and queen, with King Platina situated on the left as he watched the partying orcs.

"Gods, what a rowdy rabble these greens are." He whispered to his wife. "I'm starting to think maybe it was not a good idea to have let them in in the first place."

"Yes, dear..." Helio sighed, automatically agreeing with her husband, the same way she had been doing for the past 27 years of their married lives.

Queen Helio's life had been quite the disadvantageous one. Much like her beloved son, Prince Gyllen, she was the last to be born into her generation of the Hispania royal family and most unlikely to inherit the throne from her elder brothers and sisters. From the day she was brought into this world, she had been arranged to marry the then Prince of Platina to improve the relationship between the two kingdoms. She was taught to speak the Platinan language fluently, understand their customs, history and the ways of politics should her king ever be absent to perform his duties until she was of marrying age and sent away to the cold northern island where she was unceremoniously wed the day after arriving to somebody she had never met via a tedious boat trip with none of her own family members to witness this important moment in her life. At the very least, her groom was a strapping young adult several years her senior with a studly blonde beard growing around his chiselled chin and a broad physique that told her volumes of how much he must have exercised.

Given the circumstances, the first five years or so as Platina's most recent addition to the nobility were fairly enjoyable. She and the prince got along quite well despite never once sharing a conversation prior, being a true romantic in his prime. Nearly every day, it seemed like he was writing love ballads on his lute dedicated to his beautiful wife or taking her on long walks through the meadows, picking wild flowers to make necklaces out of. She even birthed their first child during this golden period. However, once his father passed away from a sudden illness and subsequently became the king, his personality slowly began to deteriorate. His happy-go-lucky demeanour was gradually transformed into that of a stone cold monarch, obsessed with keeping his country under control and at peace with neighbouring nations, growing more and more distant from Helio with every waking hour. Even their love-making was losing all meaning and feeling, doing it less and less as the years went on, conceiving a further three more offspring in the process, until they stopped completely after an incident when the ageing king failed to develop an adequate erection one night. Helio tried her best to comfort him yet her kindness was rejected in his frustrated state, almost turning to beat her to vent his anger. Helio had since slept in a separate chamber at her own request after the traumatising incident.

The queen was currently in her forties, still looking sensuous, all things considered, with a stunning figure for her age and hair that had yet to have a single grey strand blemish the coal black colour or lose its healthy, luxurious sheen. No wrinkles had yet formed to spoil her beautifully matured, olive face with her signature beauty mark dotted above her full lips. The only thing preventing her from being near flawless were her tired-looking dark eyes that often vacantly stared half-open and into space. However, she continued to retain an aura of pride and dignity in her public appearances and still decently respected by the community for her kind disposition she had developed over the two decades spent being a parent. 

King Platina, on the other hand, had seen better days. His muscles had gradually softened into fat, his gold hair was turning silver and his handsome face sagged and creased. Nobody would have guessed he was once the heartthrob for many a peasant and noble girl alike throughout the island. He was a reclusive man, hardly ever seeing even his family anymore let alone his people, asserting it was all for his work in maintaining good terms with fellow kingdoms and left many of the domestic burdens to his wife. 

"How much work really goes into this international business?" Helio would find herself often questioning. "Platina isn't particularly influential or powerful in the world...surely this much work is absurd even if it was..." The queen had heard whisperings among the palace staff. How King Platina really spent his days. Locked in his own private bathing room in the castle with the only relationships he was improving were that of with local farm girls a third of his age lured in with a promise of some funds from the treasury. The queen kept these ideas submerged deep within the recess of her mind but she could not get rid of the nagging feeling that every single last detail of it was true, unable to stop herself from picturing him surrounded and satisfied by naked, prettier, younger females, possibly including that Goldie tramp who had become the talk of the town all of a sudden, in the water who could make him feel more like a man than she ever could. She cried herself to sleep every time she had this thought. Perhaps that's why she had such strong maternal instincts to Gyllen above all her other children. To protect him as a fellow youngest royal child who reminds her so much of him in any small way she can.

"I can't take much more of these savages...I'm off to take a bath...then maybe bed..." The king muttered as he got up off his seat, the wooden legs squeaking against the stone floor as it was pushed back, unattractively yawning with a stretch. Helio snapped back from her memories and into the present world once again.

"Oh! Um...goodnight, dear..." Helio responded to show she was listening. 'Dear' was just what she had been calling him ever since the night of the near thrashing she had experienced, unable to find herself calling him by his real name as she did not recognise him anymore as the man she married. As the king waddled away out of view, Helio scanned about her surroundings. Kobber was getting overly-excited listening to Jern's tales of valour, Sølv was blankly consuming the vegetables on her plate as though she had no sense of taste and Gyllen seemed to be getting along quite well with the odd looking woman with the horns though she believed the outfit she was wearing was going to leave a negative impression on her youngest. 

Her eyes wandered out in front of her to finally take notice of the orc battalion situated before her, filling up the rest of the room. Sure, they were being noisy and maybe even a little sloppy when it came to table etiquette but it was nothing she had not seen before with her own kind unlike what her husband's remarks may have suggested otherwise.

"Just his usual bigoted self..." She muttered under her breath, in her native Hispanic tongue on the off-chance someone could hear her. While Helio's stance remained quite neutral on the whole non-human rights madness, she by no means disliked monsters without justification. In fact, the longer she examined at these gruff, youthful, war-hardened, green-skinned men, the more she found herself strangely attracted to them. Then a sudden feeling came over her that she had not felt for a long time. She felt a warmth in her loins as her face blushing intensely keeping her knees closed together as though she was trying to hide something despite her dress going all the way down to her feet. She found herself breathing quickly like there was a shortage of air and her heart thump against her ribcage before she finally recalled what this sensation was. She was getting aroused.

Helio shot up from her seat with a jolt, hitting the table with her wide hips as she rose, causing the cutlery to clatter which gained the awareness of Kobber sitting next to her.




Prince Gyllen Ch. 07



"Mummy?" Kobber asked in concern in her sickeningly sweet voice. "Are you feeling sick? Your face is red."

"I'm fine!" Helio answered as her mind was all over the place, nearly slipping back into her home language. "I...I need to lie down!" The queen bolted, practically running at the speed she was going away to somewhere more private as all the attendees' confused attention were turned towards the queen's unusual sudden behaviour except for the bards too preoccupied with their tunes. Helio raised her red dress above her feet as she made a mad dash for her bedroom on the other side of the building, her smart slippers clacking noisily down the halls with every step. She entered the accommodation at the base of the south-western spire, slamming the door behind her and bolting it shut before falling onto her back on the bed, flinging her dress up over her body and quickly shoving her hand into her white, silk underwear, feeling the moist warmth of her sex upon her fingers, whimpering as she massaged her sensitive slit vigorously as though she had just discovered it for the first time. She fantasised about all those manly orcs she saw and pictured what they must have looked like naked, their entire bodies ripped with bulging muscles from the peak of physical fitness although she had never seen an orc without clothing before.

"Surely they cannot be that much different from humans down below..." Helio thought but for all she knew they could have had bizarre, misshapen alien genitalia. The queen instead imagined them with the same shapes of penises she was used to only green and much, much larger which, funnily enough, was pretty much how they were anyway.

She took her dream a step further, pulling off her panties slightly so her pussy was now free in the open just underneath her curly, dark bush of pubes. Now she imagined that big group of naked orcs all with her in her chamber at once, watching her do her dirty deed, complementing how good she looked as they pleasured their giant cocks to her. And then she smiled. She smiled the widest smile in recent memory at the thought of being the centre of attention, surrounded by big dicks. She then firmly pulled down the top of her dress, letting a couple of buttons fly off from the sudden yank, bringing out her large breasts as part of her fabricated show to unreal applause. Then she took another step further with this idea. Helio saw the orcs walking closer towards her, a couple of them moving to her boobs to lick and lightly nibble on her nipples which she simulated by gently pinching on them with her fingers, one was at her mouth, kissing her deeply with his long tongue that would look quite silly from a second person's view but it did not matter to her in the slightest, nobody will or must know about this. Finally, she pictured another soldier positioned at her cooter, holding her by her sides and ramming his fat orcish cock inside her which the queen replicated using two of her fingers jammed into her cunt.

A brief few minutes of pure ecstasy washed flooded her system, arching her back on the soft duvet, gripping at the sheets before she unleashed a powerful scream of delight. She returned back to reality too quickly for her own liking as she lay back, struggling to get her breath back, leaving her cunny and tits in the open, thinking about the actions she had just committed. Not in a guilty way though, she had no shame for what she did in the privacy of her own bedroom that many women do on a daily basis. Rather, it was a feeling of dissatisfaction. It felt great but it only left here wanting more of it and masturbation could only give you so much, even with her recently discovered fantasies. Suddenly, there was a rapping on her door. Helio shot up straight and instinctively re-arranged her appearance as one would do if they knew they were about to be caught in the middle of something though she remembered how she kept the door locked.

"Queen Helio?" A voice could be heard from the other side of the wooden barrier. The queen recognised it as Robert's, the rookie whom she entrusted Gyllen's care to a few weeks back. "I don't mean to intrude, ma'am, but the prince asked me to check if you were alright."

"Oh! Sí! Yes! I'm well! Just a...little ache in my stomach earlier." Helio blurted back through the walls.

"Are you sure, ma'am? You've seemed to have locked your door..." The soldier said, the handle visibly shaking from him attempting to open from the other side.

"That's...um...I was going to sleep earlier than usual this evening and did not want to be disturbed." Helio thought of the first excuse that came into her head.

"Oh, of course, ma'am!" Rob let go of the ring. "I'm so sorry, ma'am! Goodnight, ma'am!" His footsteps could be heard hastily walking off in the opposite direction. Helio exhaled with relief and collapsed onto her pillows, actually starting to feel a bit tired out now. She did not even bother to undress from her formal attire as she closed her eyes, thinking on what she will do tomorrow to quench her desires.

Helio slept like the dead that night and dreamt that she somehow accidently went to one of her hearings in nothing but a pair of shoes and tiara and ended up French kissing with a queue of faceless males abruptly after she finished her speech. She enjoyed it too. She woke up to the slow realisation that she never did go to that hearing in mild disappointment. Light spilled in through the window as she did not bother shutting the curtains before passing out last night, illuminating the room. Helio got off the mattress and saw that she had not changed out of her dinner dress from the previous night. Her hair was a poofed out mess when she reached the mirror before she recalled her lewd activities just before turning in, seeing that her reflection's cheeks burned red while she attempted to get her tresses in order. 

As Helio idly brushed her hair, something she rarely did on her own as she had servants at her beck and call to do these things for her but did not want to have to explain to them why she had not changed out of her clothes from yesterday, she began to think about doing the unthinkable for a woman of her status: having an affair. She was already thinking about the consequences before picturing the act itself. If word should get out she enacted something so heinous, it could result in something so scandalous, she dare not imagine the outcome. Even if she was not caught by any mortal, she recalled the vow she made on her marriage day, that if she should be unfaithful to King Platina, her soul would be forever condemned to wander the bleak, dank, dark caverns of Hel. But, and this was a big but, these were the beliefs of Platina and not of her home country, Hispania. It was a possibility that since she made vows to gods foreign of those she had been raised to respect, she would be spared of a grisly afterlife. A naïve thought but it comforted Helio. 

"It's decided!" She fooled herself. "I will find a new lover to take in. I'm not a completely hideous old lady yet, some people must be willing to do it with me, and as long as there will be nothing to prove, I needn't worry. Besides...dear probably is carrying out adultery anyway. It's only fair." King Platina was never a very religious man in the first place however. The question now was who will be her new boytoy?

Would she try her hand at one of Jern's orcish men she had become so infatuated with and make her want to do something like this? Their masculine appeal was tempting but it would be difficult to keep the affair under wraps as a result of them not being under her direct authority of the kingdom and perhaps they would not have much interest in a boring, middle-aged female such as herself. One of the palace guards might be much more simpler though none of them even came close to making her heart feel excited from a glance except maybe Robert though another popular palace whisper was that he was...playing for the other team. The way he looked and always seemed inclined to help and protect Prince Gyllen was enough to convince Helio that he was not keen with girls. She should really have a talk with her son later in case Rob tries anything peculiar. At this rate, it would seem like there was not a decent candidate she had ready access to within the castle walls and was seriously considering disguising herself as a peasant floozy to find lovers out in the city as ludicrous and desperate as that sounded for a noble to do. That is until she remembered one more of her oldest's subordinates whom until recently was a former servant of the castle: Leif.

Leif was a pretty boy, just recently turned adult, not much older than Gyllen. His wavy chestnut coloured hair that he was constantly brushing out of his matching hazel eyes in an adorable way. He spent several years doing menial tasks in and out of the castle and being a general dogsbody to just about every other member of staff at the time. Not too long ago, however, the opportunity finally arose for him to get out of the city and see the rest of the world and that was taking on the job as squire for Princess Jern when she decided to set out on crusades around the continent to test her martial skills. Keeping Jern in line abroad was a handful for Leif but it still topped carrying everybody's laundry or feeding the frightening watchdogs day in and day out. Helio figured that since Leif was technically still under the service inside the palace, she could trust him and his enough with keeping a secret of this...at least she hoped he could. Now all she had to do was come up with a way to entice the lad.

The next day, Helio's hand maid seemed to have conveniently taken the day off due to undisclosed reasons, though some of the staff noticed the queen slip her a pouch which resembled a coin purse and whisper something into her ear before turning in last night, and she had requested Leif to take short-term leave from servicing Princess Jern to assist her until the maid was able to return to her duties. It was already noon by the time Leif heard about what was going on a hurried over to the queen's private chamber, carrying a tray of breakfast with him. He knocked upon the door and was greeted by a Hispanic-accented voice from the other side saying:

"Enter!" The brown haired boy did as he was commanded and opened the creaky door slowly using his behind, walking through the entrance way and standing before the queen who was still in bed though fully awake and sitting upright in her crimson night gown. 

"Good morning, ma'am!" Leif said. "I'm sorry I'm late. This was just so short of a notice..." The curtains had already been drawn to let the sun in as Leif set down the tray on the bed over where Helio's lap would have been while apologising.

"Please, no need to be sorry. Nobody could have foreseen this happen." Helio lied while hiding behind a pleasant smile to greet the lad.

"Yes, of course. How silly of me." Leif chuckled. "Well...I'll just leave you to for the moment then, shall I?"

"So soon?" Helio questioned. "I do not mind you keeping me company while I eat. Besides, there are so many tasks to be completed this early alone."

"Very well, my queen. I am your temporary servant, after all."

Helio had finished her morning meal, dabbing her mouth with a cloth to rid herself of the crumbs and smears.

"Delicious." She commented before removing herself from her bed. Standing up and stretching her arms in the air as the light seemed to pass through her gown, making it look somewhat transparent and depicting the silhouette of the queen's shapely body. Leif gawked but remained silent, not wanting to acknowledge his own shame in onlooking the queen's figure while at the same time, not wanting to bring any attention to her appearance, thinking she had not noticed her clothing was nearly see-through and risked his reputation on this rare opportunity to closely examine her outline. Obviously, this was Helio's attempt to first capture the teenage boy's attention and was fully aware of him staring at her. He seemed to be interested enough in her if the attention she was receiving was any indication. It certainly was working wonders for stirring up his hormones.

"Would you helped me get dressed?" Helio asked, remaining casual in her voice even though her she was so excited from the naughty situation she had to take deep breathes every once in a while to remain calm.

"Excuse me!?" Leif replied, snapping out of being hypnotised by the queen's seductive body, wondering if he heard her correctly. Usually, it would be another female helping a female member of the royal household in preparing to cloth themselves for the day so you could understand his shock and confusion.

"It's just that these deluxe dresses are always so complicated..." Helio sighed. "It seems like I always need an extra hand."

"Oh...of course, your highness. I-I am your assistant for the day, after all." Leif gulped with his cheeks turning red from anticipating the chance of catching a peek of the queen's underwear. He may have gotten more than what he bargained for, however, when Queen Helio began to pull of her thin nightgown, only just flashing her legs before Leif began to protest out of polite instinct. "Y-Y-Your Majesty! Sh-sh-shouldn't you at least put on some undergarments prior!?"

"Oh...certainly..." The queen said, disappointed at Leif's prudish nature though she hid true emotions behind a giggle. "I'm getting quite forgetful these days." 

Helio took herself into her dressing room just attached to her chambers as her temporary servant was left waiting in the centre of the room until she announced him to come in. Leif turned the knob, expecting the queen to be wrapped in a large cloth to cover herself and facing away from him while sitting on a stool but was shocked to see Helio standing in a way to face him while dressed in extravagant and finely detailed deep-red lingerie, complete with stockings held up by suspenders attached to a garter belt. Leif blinked and flinched at this sight, wondering if he may have misheard the queen's command and about to walk right back out with an apology though she seemed quite at ease with herself standing before him almost naked even if she did look quite flustered.

"...Well?" She finally said at the dumbstruck boy.

"Oh, eh, forgive me, my lady..." Leif said before he took the Helio's red dress hanging from the closet. The queen sighed before she took the dress and began to finally get properly clothed. She was actually expecting him to make a move on her but it seemed that these things happening in real life were not at all like erotic novels. She would have done it herself but was too nervous and unsure of herself to take any action on a man other than her husband. Still, there was still plenty of opportunities left in the day for him to finally catch on to her motives.

The day trudged along as Helio continued various attempts to use her Hispanic charms to seduce the servant as she went about her duties, flirting with the lad by complimenting his appearance though it came off more as friendly gestures than anything else. Even during meal times when she purposely spilt some of her drink onto her cleavage as asked him to wipe it away or when she was taking a bath with him helping her scrub all those hard to reach places. Not once did he feel her up inappropriately. Back in her day, boys would have accepted the nudity of a voluptuous woman such as herself without a single protest! Was she doing something wrong?

When it came time to finally go to bed, Helio was back in her nightgown once again with Leif's help without him even cheekily brushing his hands past her arse once during it.

"We got plenty of things done today, didn't we, your highness?" Leif said in a cheery mood.

"Hm..." Helio grunted in response, upset at her less than fruitful efforts.

"Is there something troubling you, ma'am?"

"No...it's nothing..." Helio lamented "Thank you for everything..."

"I shall take leave then. Pleasant dreams, your majesty." Leif bowed and was about to exit the room but a swift leap from Helio blocked his path with her arms outstretched. "Um...Queen Helio, ma'am? Could...could you stand aside, please? I would like to leave."

"You can't!" Helio blurted out.

"Ma'am...?" Leif questioned her, curious and confused at her behaviour.

"Please!" Helio grabbed Leif's hand and brought it up to the level of her chest. "Cogerme!"

"P-pardon...?" Leif said, even more bewildered especially at her sudden use of Hispanic.

"...Will you...lay with me...?" Helio mumbled, looking away as she said it. Leif was stunned, almost backing away from the mature woman.

"Your majesty...surely you must be jesting..." Leif nervously laughed.

"It is not a jest! Please...let me explain myself..." Helio went on to tell her sob story to Leif about her less-than-gratifying married life as of late as the servant listened attentively.

After the queen finished her tale, the two of them seated on the bed side, Leif put his hand up to his mouth and shook his head, hearing all this confessed to him at once that he probably should never have known about for as long as he lived and still not even sure if Helio was being fully serious though the look in her eyes and conviction in her voice convinced him enough...meaning that she really did want to shag him! Suddenly, all the queen's odd and suggestive behaviour during the day became very clear to him. Leif is slow like that. He did find her absolutely, drop-dead gorgeous and thought he would only be able to be able to make love to a woman of this calibre of beauty in his wildest dreams but the chaste and restrained manservant could only stutter out the following words:

"I...can't...!"

"Oh...I see...it's because I'm an ugly, old hag, isn't it!?" Helio huffed, turning away and placing her face in her hands.

"W-what!? No! Your Highness, you...are a beautiful woman!" Leif finally exclaimed, finding himself unconsciously putting his hand on the queen's shoulder to comfort her. Helio lifted her head back up to face him, almost tearing up. "It's just...you're married...to the king no less! If, hypothetically speaking, I did sleep with you, I could be exiled from the country if the scandal ever came to light...or worse! I doubt you would go unpunished either."

"I am fully aware of the consequences at hand." Helio firmly and casually said despite her emotions showing up on her face, her clenched hand almost quaking on her lap. "I shall see to it that my adultery is kept secret to the grave so long as you agree to do the same. If the worst case scenario occurs and my infidelity is somehow leaked, I will take full responsibility and see to it that you are exempt from any of the blame."

"She's really desperate...It's almost pitiful..." Leif thought to himself. "I suppose it is my duty to serve the royal household in any way I can...even if it does seem rather dodgy at times...besides, she said that nothing will happen to me in the long-run. What have I got to lose...?"

Leif breathed deeply in through his nose and out his mouth before boldly reached for the queen's hand with both his own and squeezing it tightly as he brought it up to chest level and looked Helio directly in the eyes.

"I accept, my queen!" He declared.

"Oh...bueno!" Helio perked up from hearing the words escape from Leif's mouth. She soon smiled and placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him lightly to lower his back onto the soft, cloud-like pillows. No commoner ever had access to this level of nightly headrest. He almost fell asleep then and there. To be fair, this whole situation felt like a dream as he watched the queen step back onto her feet and begin to remove her gown before someone who was young enough to be her son, sliding the straps from her shoulders and letting gravity take charge as it fell to the her feet in a crumple. Queen Helio now had nothing left to hide from the servant though she could not help but hover her hands over some of her nudity but just barely. Leif could still see everything on her luscious, slightly darker-skinned frame: the two flawless globes on her chest with the nubs on the end that had already hardened, her perfect hourglass figure with widened hips and ideal thighs complete with a black, inviting, inverted triangle of pubic hair that hid her elusive vagina from plain view.




Prince Gyllen Ch. 07



Leif could not help but smile like a doofus as he gazed at the nude queen, breathing heavily through his nostrils as his loins stirred and a noticeable bulge appeared between his legs, poking from underneath his birches.

"Am I acceptable...?" Helio asked the servant, conscious over her elder body though Leif's lecherous looks alone answered her query.

"More than acceptable, your majesty." He replied.

The queen would smile before she began to crawl from the foot of the bed in a cat-like manner, an act she would often perform in her youth for her husband, slowly upwards closer towards the boy as he greatly anticipated the events to follow. Helio was above his lower half, looking up at his eyes while she tugged his trousers down enough down just to where his legs met his pelvis, making him flash his shorts, the shape of his erect shaft more clearly defined in the single, thin layer of cloth. Helio started, entranced by its mere presence before it was even released as she stared at the lump for a solid second before she even thought of holding onto the fabric and slowly pulling down his underwear, first uncovering his brown, curled pubic hair at the base before revealling more of the shaft, inch by inch, until it sprang out, proud and free. Helio squeaked as her dark eyes seemed to suddenly light up as they widened at the sight of the magnificent dick.

"Penis!" Was the first word that popped into the queen's head. Though it had been a while, she could swear that this was larger than her husband's. In any case, Helio had slowly opened her mouth, panting out her hot breath heavily which Leif could feel up against his pecker, causing a few slight twitches from it before she slowly wrapped her lush lips around the bulbous head, sucking gently at first and sampling the taste as her tongue laid underneath, slowly moving back and forth along the underside of the dick, enjoying the first few moments of having a young cock in a very long while. Leif let a sigh escape his mouth, scarcely believing his own senses that the queen herself was personally servicing him with her royal gob. Helio smiled without even realising as he began to bob her head up and down with gradual movement, moving faster and going deeper on the shaft before it began to tickle the back of her throat. Leif even held onto her head, his fingers becoming lost and entangled in her curls as he pushed her down further onto his genitalia whilst moving his hips forward and unleashing a low grunt. Poor Helio, in all 43 years of her life, had never experienced a blowjob going this far into her throat. She opened her eyes wider as she began to sputter, as her gag reflex went into overdrive. The servant boy, in a panic, removed his hands from the queen's head to allow her to remove the rod from out her gullet. The matriarch coughed to as her breath returned to her, the servant all in a fluster over the matter.

"Y-y-your majesty!" He stammered. "Are you alright!? I did not intend any harm!"

"It's fine..." Helio whispered between a hack. "I am not very well versed in fellatio, as you can see. I think a little more practice may be in order...though for another time. Shall we try something else?" She suggested.

"...what is it you have in mind, milady?" The curious Leif questioned though he did have a faint idea on what was coming next.

Queen Helio gestured Leif to switch positioning. Now it was she who was laying on her back with her head on a pillow while Leif knelt before and above her with his penis pointed over here in a slightly intimidating manner. She spread her long legs before the boy, exposing and opening her pussy entrance to the boy. Leif's heart raced as he looked at it, his meatstick twitching with excitement. Helio's face was still in a constant blush. The next thing she knew was that her muff was being dived into head first by her bedfellow of the evening.

The manservant planted his face firmly into her crotch with his mouth engulfing around her lower orifice entrance, sucking and licking with loud, lewd noises around the folds and also onto her sensitive clitoris as the queen squealed with delight, now being the one to get a hold of her partner's head to force him into her loins and his nose into her sweaty pubes, although Leif had a much easier time being that he was not choking on anything. Helio grind herself onto the squire's face as her groaning filled the room with sexual noise, squeezing her thighs together as her body tensed up. Her highness could have came then and there from Leif's tongue movements alone that even went as far as to penetrate her with his pulsating, licking organ although she had one last thing planned for her night of shameless cheating.

Before she allowed herself to orgasm too early into the boy's mouth, Helio removed his head with much effort. Even part of her did not want him to stop but she wanted to try one last thing with her servant before the night was over. Her pussy could be seen quivering as she was just barely a semi-second away from cumming, her pussy juices and Leif's saliva surrounding her cooter from the lavish cunnilingus. After her heavy breathing that matched with the boy's, Helio let her request be known to her partner of the evening. 

"I want you...inside me..." The queen mumbled as she avoided Leif's gaze as though she felt guilty just suggesting such an activity.

"B-beg pardon, my queen...?"

"Please..I do not want to repeat myself..." She replied, in an almost whimpering tone. Leif nodded, understanding her as he primed himself ready into position.

The manservant knelt before the matriarch, placing his hands on her legs to gently guide them for Helio to spread apart. The queen herself felt like she was an innocent virginal maiden once again until her mind went to other things when she felt him prodding his pecker against her moist slit, rubbing it up and down while Helio sighed out, overly sensitive from the extended foreplay. Leif gently pushed forward, moaning with a satisfied expression while his cock slid inside the warm orifice. Surprisingly, for a woman who had given birth four times, her vagina was not as loose as one might think. In fact, the inner walls were wrapping around the entering cock rather snug, with all the bumps and folds rubbing against the shaft as it ventured deeper before reaching as deep as its length would allow. Leif held his position while the both of them panted, sweating together as their bodies connected. All of a sudden, Helio wrapped her arms around her servant's torso and placed her palms onto his back, pulling his upper body closer to her own as his chest pushed against her soft tits and planted her lips on his for a drawn-out kiss, the first of its kind to be given to a man other than the king. She eventually pulled away and leaned herself up to whisper in Leif's ear, very quietly: "Thank you..."

Leif's began to move his pelvis in circles, grinding into the queen before he pulled back and pushed forward in his movements. Helio had wrapped her legs around him, locking him from exiting her MILF pussy as he softly shagged her. They shared a few more kisses before the servant began to rapidly increase the speed of his hip movements, causing the queen to begin let out a constant stream of moaning, muffled or otherwise depending on if they were kissing or not.

The fornicating seemed to last hours for Helio. Their hot skin sticking to each other every time they came into contact with one another while the royal's squealing became louder as she approached an orgasm. Her first with a man other than her husband. Her cooter's interior clamped up even further around Leif's cock which started to twitch and throb inside her at the same time, indicating his impending climax too. Without a proper word, just a series of noises, Leif's ejaculated his warm, white baby batter directly into Helio's womb. Helio felt the familiar sensation of cum being poured inside her, a nostalgic feeling of a happier time in her life as she was filled up. A smile formed on her face as a small tear formed behind her closed eyelids before she let out a shout to match with Leif's in volume as she also finally came, wondering how many of the guards were on edge because of it now, the most intense she felt in a very long time, spasming for the duration of it and shivering in the aftermath as the pair's panting filled the air as they stayed close together.

Helio fell back with Leif in tow, onto the mattress below them. She held him close in her hold, basking in the afterglow in sheer bliss. Not even the thought of having just potentially conceived a bastard offspring crossed her mind at that moment like her brain purposefully did not register it as not to spoil her mood.

"Leif...?" She whispered to the servant.

"Hm...?" He replied, with barely any energy left over.

"Can we stay like this? Just a little while longer?"

"As you command, your highness..." He mumbled, nuzzling deeper into her.

"Ah...muy agradable..." The queen breathed out and reposed in tranquil bliss.

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