By Rho Rho 110

Once there lived a King, whose wife was dead, but who had a most beautiful daughter--so beautiful that everyone thought she must be good as well, instead of which the Princess was really very wicked, and practiced witchcraft and black magic which she learned from an old witch who lived in a hut on the side of a lonely mountain. This old witch was wicked and hideous, and no one but the King's daughter knew that she lived there: but at night when everyone else was asleep, the Princess, whose name was Areola, used to visit her by stealth to learn sorcery. It was only the witch's arts which had made Areola so beautiful that there was no one like her in the world, and in return the Princess helped her with all her tricks, and never told anyone she was there.

The time came when the King began to think he should like his daughter to marry, so he summoned his council and said, "We have no son to reign after our death, so we had best seek for a suitable prince to marry our royal daughter and then, when we are too old, he shall be king in our stead." And all the council said he was very wise, and it would be well for the Princess to marry. So heralds were sent to all neighboring kings and princes to say that the King would choose a husband for the Princess, who should be king after him. But when Areola heard this she wept with rage, for she knew quite well that if she had a husband he would find out how she went to visit the old witch, and would stop her practicing magic, and then she would lose her beauty.

When night came, and everyone in the palace was fast asleep, the Princess went to her bedroom window and softly opened it. Then from around her neck she drew out a long chain of wonderfully fine golden links. Upon the chain hung a small horn of ivory, no larger than the pudenda of a child, which dangled between her large womanly breasts and still held their warmth. Holding it aloft in the light of the full moon she whispered magical incantations all the while lightly kissing it. No sooner had she finished her incantation than it began to grow and grow and grow till it was as big and long as the scepter of a Caesar, and it began to glow and become hot so that the Princess could not hold it, but let it stand on the floor, and still it grew and grew and grew in the moonlight till it was as large as a hoplite's spear. Then the Princess climbed out of the window and seated herself upon it, and at once it flew straight away over the tops of the trees till it came to the mountain where the old witch dwelt, and stopped in front of the door of her hut.

The Princess jumped off, and muttered some words through the key-hole, when a croaking voice from within called, "Why do you come to-night? Have I not told you I wished to be left alone for thirteen nights; why do you disturb me?"

"But I beg of you to let me in," said the Princess, "for I am in trouble and want your help."

"Come in then," said the voice; and the door flew open, and the Princess trod into the hut, in the middle of which, wrapped in a grey cloak which almost hid her, sat the witch. Princess Areola sat down near her, and told her story. How the King wished her to marry, and had sent word to the neighboring princes, that they might make offers for her.

"This is truly bad hearing," croaked the witch, "but we shall beat them yet; and you must deal with each prince as he comes. Would you like them to become dogs, to come at your call, or birds, to fly in the air, and sing of your beauty, or will you make them all feed your beauty making you more beautiful still until they are spent and worthless."

"Please O mother of the night! Make them feed my beauty!" cried the Princess, clapping her hands with joy. "Make them feed my beauty until no woman dead, living or unborn is my rival and men become my slaves from just one glimpse of me."

"But this is dangerous play," quoth the witch, "for, unless you are very careful, you yourself may become the slave and feed the beauty of others in your stead."

"Nay, never fear," said the Princess, "I will be careful, only tell me what to do, and I will have great princes and kings worship me, and all their greatness shall not help them."

Then the witch took up a casket, which stood on the ground beside her, and from this drew out a black bag and dipped her hand into the bag and pulled out two large disks the size of saucers. In the center of each disk was a hole the size of a golden sovereign.

"The Teats of Isis," She exclaimed with much reverence. "Given by the Great Mother's own immortal hands at the beginning of time to her first High Priestess in Khem and passed from mother to daughter in an unbroken line. She who wears them will possess beauty beyond imagining and the power to deal life and death from her breasts."

"Give them to me, Mother." The Princess said making a grab for the disks but the witch, though ancient in appearance, was far faster and snatched them away before the Princess could grasp them.

"Hold!" She commanded in a voice that froze the Princess as if she were of living stone. "Nay daughter, not yet." She said in a softer tone. "Hear me, lest your impetuousness bring you to ruin. Behold! Look upon these closely." She said holding a disk before her in each hand. "One is argent, the white noble metal. Upon the obverse of this argent disk is graven the ankh, the ancient symbol of Life, sacred to she who Was and Is and Shall Be. The other is of auric, the metal that feeds upon treachery and deceit until naught is left, save its lustrous, insatiable beauty. Gaze upon its obverse. See the sign of divine Nephthys, sister--twin--one with the Great Mother; the ending of all birth in Death."

The witch returned the Teats of Isis to the black bag and replaced the black bag within the casket and from the folds of her grey robe drew a crooked knife with a five pointed star upon its handle and began to cut the laces of the Princess's bodice from top to bottom until her large, womanly breasts were unhindered and exposed. The witch threw the knife into the hard ground at her feet so that it quivered back and forth upon its blade and with the speed of a viper grabbed both of the Princess's breasts with her claw-like hands and kneaded them like two large loaves being prepared for the oven.

"An excellent foundation, my daughter," Quoth the witch. "Well worthy to bear the Teats."

With that the witch blew upon the Princess, releasing her from the spell.

"Come." The witch commanded and led her out of the hut into the light of the full moon, which big as a Roc's egg floated over the hut and burned like a silver flame against the firmament. "Hearken closely to what I say and forget not a word I utter lest you speed to your doom."

She grasped the Princess's hand and placed it upon the casket and covered it with her own hand. "By what is within this casket and by she who is goddess to the gods and witness to this sacred oath, you must swear to do all that I command."

Her eyes gleaming with lust for that which was within the casket, the Princess replied. "Upon Great Mother Isis I swear that I will do all that you command or this very night I will awaken in Gehenna!"

The witch withdrew the Teats once more from the black bag within the casket and placed the casket upon the ground. She held them aloft, one in each hand, so that they gleamed in rays of the Great Mother's presence.

"Oh Great Mother Isis! Oh Holy Nephthys! Hear our prayer, we beseech thee." She chanted. The Teats began to burn with the same silvery flame as their source until they seemed two large eyes in the night, rivals almost to the Moon far above. The sound of invisible sistrums, the holy instrument of Isis, whose rods were sacred to all who hailed her goddess, was heard all around and the sweet fragrance of nard filled the air.

"Be quick daughter! Face the goddess, proud in the womanly form with which she has endowed you." The witch commanded. The Princess faced the Moon, her large, womanly breasts proudly outthrust.

"Before the witness of the full moon, I display the Teat Auric. Fill it with thy power so it may rest over the heart of thy supplicant. Oh divine sister--twin--one with she who is above all, I repeat thy holy name. Nephthys. Nephthys. Nephthys!" Her last words still ringing in the air, the witch placed the Teat Auric upon the sinistral breast of the Princess. It burned her flesh without scorching and her nipple swelled and like the cork of a wine cask stood regally amidst the encircling teat.

"In the sight of she who is All, turn round once, twice, thrice, my child," continued the witch. "Turn against the course of Ra, the Sun, and give all honor and reverence to she who is the true giver of Life. Now speak the seven divine words of power that I have taught you."

And all this the Princess did.

The witch held the second teat aloft so it flashed in the light of the pregnant moon. "By these words and in the sight of thy divine witness, Great Mother Isis, fill the Teat Argent with thy power. Let it bless the dextral breast of thy supplicant, the source of life, to thy eternal glory."

Then, quick as a viper, she pressed the Teat Argent upon the dextral breast of the Princess. Like its golden twin, it burned the flesh of her breast without scorching and the nipple of her dextral breast stood a rival to the sinister and the Teats did burn upon her breasts with the same silvery flame as their source until they seemed like two large eyes in the night, bright children to the goddess above. The Princess's eyes did flutter as if in a swoon and a quick, light tap by the witch upon her forehead laid her back upon the soft, mossy earth stiff as a marble caryatid. The nipples of the Princess Areola stood firm like watchtowers upon the large hills that were her breasts.

Instantly, the witch sprang upon the ensorcelled Princess and began to suck deeply upon the nipple of the Teat Argent. When she had suckled her fill of the delectable milk that flowed from the spring that sourced from the breast of the Princess and wiped the surplus that dripped from her mouth with the back of her hand; she roughly twisted the erect nipples of the Princess.

"Awaken my playmate." She called out in a voice merry and rosy cheeked. "Your desire is fulfilled and with good measure. Now it is time to pay the piper."

The Princess stirred and opened her eyes. The witch kept her strong hands firmly clamped upon the big as wine corks nipples of the Princess and knees planted upon her belly.

"Mother?" Said the Princess in surprise.

"Aye, 'tis me." Said the witch, now with the countenance of a young maid in the first full bloom of womanhood. "Look upon the handiwork of the Goddess and half the fee I am owed. From time to time you will allow me to suck the lac of Mother Isis that flows from thy argent breast. The other teat you may give freely to your suitors. It will make them mad with lust and enslave them to your will and by it you will bathe in rivers of their seed to your greater glory."

"But mind me!" The now beautiful sorceress ordered as she twisted the big as wine corks nipples of the Princess. "If you desire to retain the favor of She Who Is All, you must never suffer an assault upon your hymen. For once the hymen is ruptured; the power of the Teats will flee from you forever and be given to another."

"But men in the full cry of their lust may overpower me. Woman is weak and no match for their strength." Areola protested.

"They shall not overthrow you!" The sorceress cried aloud. "Arise daughter." She said as she sprang from the belly of the Princess like a cat. Then, from off her plump, milky arm she pulled a wide silver ring that looked to be an armband for a maiden or a wristlet for the forearm of a strong man. Its surface was plain, without design or inscription.

"My second gift, the Amulet of Priapus." She slipped it onto the Princess' wrist and slid it high up her arm. "Now mind, while this is upon your arm you are safe enough, but if ever it should pass to a suitor, woe to you and all our kind. As for the kings and princes who would marry you, when they come, full of their goatish rage, allow them to sow their seed upon you, once, twice, thrice; plant it deeply upon your form to increase your beauty. The fourth time at the summit of their passion, grasp their engorged manhood and harvest it for me. When the register of the amulet is full, return it, and the full measure of your fee will be fulfilled."

"This is really delightful," cried the Princess clapping her hands together like a child; "and I am already quite impatient for the first to come that I may try. But Mother," the Princess asked out of curiosity; "What will you do with them?"

For an instant the flames of the witch's furnace-like heart flashed behind the doeish eyes of her maidenly countenance. "By the all-seeing eyes of Mother Isis, ask not about what does not concern you, lest you learn to your debit."

The Princess shrank back in fear from the maiden sorceress but just as quickly as the flames had flared in her eyes, they were again banked.

"Fear not daughter, but ask no more of this. And now," said the witch, "since you are here, and there is yet time, we will have a dance, and I will summon the guests." So saying, she disappeared into the hut and returned in a trice with a drum and a pair of drum-sticks, and began to beat upon it. It made a terrible rattling. In a moment came flying through the air all sorts of forms. There were little dark elves with long tails, and goblins who chattered and laughed, and other witches who rode on broom-sticks. There was one wicked fairy in the form of a large cat, with bright green eyes, and another came sliding in like a long shining viper. Then, when all had arrived, the witch stopped drumming, and, going to a flat rock on a mound just beyond her hut, she bent over and whispered a magic phrase, and a trap-door opened in the ground. The buxom sorceress stepped through it, and led the way down a narrow dark passage, to a large underground chamber, and all her strange guests followed, and here they all danced and made merry in a terrible way, but at first sound of cock-crow all the guests disappeared with a whiff, and the Princess hastened up the dark passage again, and out of the ground to where her magic dildo still lay, and mounting it she flew home in a trice.

Then, when she had stepped in at her bedroom window, she dribbled a few drops of magic liquid from a small black bottle onto the magic dildo and it grew smaller, and smaller, until at last it had quite regained its natural size, and she replaced it about her neck on the long chain of wonderfully fine golden links that hung down between her great breasts, and the Princess shut her window, and got into bed, and fell asleep, and no one knew of her strange journey, or where she had been.

Next day Areola declared to her father the King that she was quite willing to wed any prince he should fix upon as a husband for her, as long as he was indeed a prince among men, at which the King was much pleased, and remarked that a royal should possess a plow worthy of the envy of lesser men and that his daughter was wise to understand this. Soon after, her father, the King, informed her that a young king was coming from over the sea to be her husband. He was king of a large rich country, and would take back his bride with him to his home. He was called King Cocksure. Great preparations were made for his arrival, and the Princess was decked in her finest array to greet him, and when he came all the courtiers said, "This is truly a proper husband for our beautiful Princess," for he was strong and handsome, with black hair, and eyes like sloes. King Cocksure was delighted with Areola's beauty, and was happy as the day is long; and all things went merrily till the evening before the marriage. A great feast was held, at which the Princess looked lovelier than ever dressed in a red gown, the color of the inside of a rose, but she wore no jewels nor ornaments of any kind, preferring to expose the deep milky cleavage of her great breasts and all who saw her exclaimed that they had never seen the like.

When the feast was done, the Princess stepped from her golden chair at her father's side, and walked softly into the garden, and stood under an elm-tree looking at the shining moon. In a few moments King Cocksure followed her, and stood beside her, looking at her and wondering at her beauty.

"To-morrow, then, my sweet Princess, you will be my Queen, and share all I possess. What gift would you wish me to give you on our wedding day?"

"I would have no man doubt that my husband was of royal blood possessing the mightiest plow in all the land," answered Princess Areola.

"Fear not on that score my sweet poppet." King Cocksure crowed. "For there is none larger or more potent in all my wide, wide lands as many a sore, swollen maid will attest." His hand dropped to the laces of his overlarge codpiece and with a yank of the laces that bound it he loosed the fabric that restrained the mighty member of which he boasted.

Princess Areola gasped, for though she was greatly learned in the arts of magic, of men she knew little and was still a virgin.

"You see I am no idle boaster." His kingly member jutted from his groin like the spar of a ship. "And I've a mind to plow a royal field." He seized the Princess about her tiny waist and drew her close and pressed his face to hers but she slithered free like a snake.

She stood just beyond his grasp and said imperiously to King Cocksure. "Hold, my royal husband-to-be for I am not one of those wenchly conquests of which you boast but royal like yourself and would prove it to your satisfaction." With that she loosed the strings that held her bodice and let her dress fall to the ground.

It was King Cocksure's turn to gasp at her loveliness. "What is this?" He exclaimed glimpsing the Teats of Isis upon her great womanly breasts.

"They are my teats." Said Princess Areola. A drop of milk glistened on each of her cork-sized nipples and the fragrance of Tamarisk, cinnamon, and sweet orange filled the air and King Cocksure panted like a bull and swore that he would give her half his kingdom for a taste.

"Come. Feast." The Princess invited huskily and she offered him her left breast, the Teat Auric, and when he was sated with her milk, his own source erupted like a geyser and she bathed in it. Twice more, he gushed forth his seed until she was drenched and had drunk her fill of his gushing like a thirsty doe at a spring. And then as the King was fully primed for yet another climax, she felt the magic amulet upon her arm grow warm and, thus spurred by its magic, she grasped his manhood by its shaft and, though her small hand barely fit around it, she held it with a strength that the King could not break and that clamped off the impending blast. Suddenly, the amulet upon her arm and the teats upon each of her great breasts grew hotter and hotter until she feared they would burn her and, though his manhood remained undiminished in her small hand, King Cocksure began to shrink smaller and smaller until he vanished altogether and there upon the amulet appeared the image of a dancing satyr with a phallus fully as large as the rest of its body.

Princess Areola gazed upon the amulet upon her plump arm and laughed aloud. "Aha, my proud lover! Are you there?" she cried with wicked glee; "my wondrous teats have ensnared you and my amulet entrapped you within its frame and so there you will stay forever," and she caressed the teats which had become like her own areolas upon her giant breasts with the tips of her soft, white fingers. After a time, she returned to the banqueting hall, and spoke to the King. "Pray, sire," said she, "send someone at once to find King Cocksure, for, as he was talking to me a minute ago, he suddenly left me, and I am afraid lest I may have given him offence, or perhaps he is ill."

The King desired that the servants should seek for King Cocksure all over the grounds, and seek him they did, but nowhere was he to be found, and the old King looked offended.
"Doubtless he will be ready to-morrow in time for the wedding." quoth he, "but we are not best pleased that he should treat us in this way."

Princess Areola had a little maid called Mazia, a foundling upon whom the King had taken pity and raised with his daughter, the Princess Areola. Mazia was a bright-faced girl with merry brown eyes, but she was not beautiful like Areola, and she did not love her mistress, for she was afraid of her, and suspected her of her wicked ways. When she undressed her that night she noticed the Teats upon her giant breasts, and the amulet with the dancing satyr upon her arm, and as she combed the Princess's hair she looked over her shoulder into the looking-glass, and saw how she laughed and how fondly she looked upon her breasts, and caressed her teats, again and again with her fingers.

"I would swear that you breasts and nipples have grown. Truly they seem the largest in the kingdom," said Mazia, looking at the Princess's reflection in the mirror:" And what is this jewelry? Surely it must be a bridal gift from King Cocksure."

And so it is, little Mazia," cried Areola, laughing merrily; "and the best gift he could give me. But they seem not so large to me: soon I hope that they shall grow larger and larger and larger still until I have no rival."

Mazia shook her head, and said to herself, "How is this miracle possible? This bodes no good."

Next morning all was prepared for the marriage, and the Princess was dressed in white satin and pearls with a long white veil over her, and a bridal wreath on her head, and she stood waiting among her grandly dressed ladies, who all said that such a beautiful bride had never been seen in the world before. But just as they were preparing to go down to the fine company in the hall, a messenger came in great haste summoning the Princess at once to her father, the King, as he was perplexed.

"My daughter," cried he, as Areola in all her bridal array entered the room where he sat alone, "what can we do? King Cocksure is nowhere to be found; I fear lest he may have been seized by robbers and basely murdered for his rich clothes, or carried away to some mountain and left there to starve. My soldiers are gone far and wide to seek him-and we shall hear of him ere day is done-but where there is no bridegroom there can be no bridal."

"Then let it be put off, my father," cried the Princess, "and to-morrow we shall know if it is for a wedding, or a funeral, we must dress"; and she pretended to weep, but even then could hardly keep from laughing.

So the wedding guests went away, and the Princess laid aside her bridal dress, and all waited anxiously for news of King Cocksure: and no news came. So at last everyone gave him up for dead, and mourned for him, and wondered how he had met his fate.

Princess Areola put on a black gown, and begged to be allowed to live in seclusion for one month in which to grieve for King Cocksure; but when she was again alone in her bedroom she sat before her looking-glass and laughed till tears ran down her cheeks: and Mazia watched her, and trembled, when she heard her laughter.

The month had barely passed away when the King came to his daughter and announced that another suitor had presented himself, whom he should much like to be her husband. The Princess agreed quite obediently to all her father said; and it was arranged that the marriage should take place. This new prince was called Prince Longstaff. He came from a country far north, of which one day he would be king. He was tall, and fair, and strong, with flaxen hair and bright blue eyes. When Princess Areola saw his portrait she was much pleased, and said, "By all means let him come, and the sooner the better." So she put off her black clothes, and again great preparations were made for a wedding; and King Cocksure was quite forgotten.

Prince Longstaff came, and with him many fine gentlemen, and they brought beautiful gifts for the bride. The evening of his arrival all went well, and again there was a grand feast, and Areola looked so beautiful that Prince Longstaff was delighted; and this time she did not leave her father's side, but sat by him all the evening.

Early next morning at sunrise, when everyone was still sleeping, the Princess rose, and dressed herself in a plain white gown, and brushed all her hair over her shoulders, and crept quietly downstairs into the palace gardens; then she walked on till she came beneath the window of Prince Longstaff's room, and here she paused and began to sing a little song as sweet and joyous as a lark's. When Prince Longstaff heard it he got up and went to the window and looked out to see who sang, and when he saw Areola standing in the red sunrise-light, which made her hair look gold and her face rosy, he made haste to dress himself and go down to meet her.

"How, my Princess," cried he, as he stepped into the garden beside her.

"This is indeed great happiness to meet you here so early. Tell me why do you come out at sunrise to sing by yourself?"

"I come that I may warm myself in the morning sun," answered the Princess. "For my father's palace is draughty and the night's are often cold." In the still chilly air of the dawn her big as wine corks nipples were firm and pressed strongly against the fabric of her plain white gown.

"You needn't fear the cold any longer," said the Prince. "For I will keep you warm on the coldest night." Prince Longstaff crushed the Princess to his hard, manly chest and breathed deeply of the fragrance of her balsam scented hair. He was intoxicated by the fragrance and rained kisses upon her face, neck and shoulders and she loosed her gown and guided his mouth to the Teat Auric so that he could freely suck. "Drink mightily of my bounty, oh my Prince," said the Princess. And again her eyes began to sparkle with eagerness, and she could scarcely conceal her mirth. Like his forgotten rival and predecessor he spent himself thrice upon the Princess to her greater glory. As before, when Prince Longstaff was upon the cusp of a fourth climax, the Princess felt the magic amulet upon her arm grow warm and with a strength that he could not overcome grasped his manly club. The amulet upon her arm and the teats upon her enormous breasts grew hotter and hotter as Prince Longstaff shrank smaller and smaller until he was no more and there upon the amulet appeared the image of a second dancing satyr.

The Princess gave a long low laugh, quite terrible to hear.

"Oh, my sweet breasts," cried she, "how beautiful and large you are growing! I think I love you more than anything in the world." The she went softly back to bed, without anyone hearing her, and fell sound asleep, and slept till Mazia came to tell her it was time for her to get up and dress for the wedding.

The Princess was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and only Mazia noticed that her breasts were larger then ever before and barely to be contained by the bodice of her satin gown. Scarcely was she ready when the King burst into her room in a towering rage.

"My daughter," cried he "there is a plot against us. Lat aside your bridal attire and think no more of Prince Longstaff, for he too has disappeared, and is nowhere to be found."

At this the Princess wept and entreated that Longstaff should be sought for far and near, but she laughed to herself, and said, "Search where you will yet you shall not find him"; and so again a great search was made, and when no trace of the Prince was found, all the palace was in an uproar.

The Princess again put off her bride's dress and clad herself in black, and sat alone, and pretended to weep, but Mazia, who watched her, shook her head, and said, "More will come and go before the wicked Princess has done her worst."

A month passed, in which Areola pretended to mourn for Longstaff, then she went to the King and said, "Sire, I pray that you will not let people say that when any bridegroom comes to marry me, as soon as he has seen me he flies rather than be my husband. I beg that suitors may be summoned from far and near that I may not be left alone unwed."

The King agreed, and envoys were sent all the world over to bid any who would come and be the husband of Princess Areola. And come they did, kings and princes from south and north, east and west-King Everready, Prince Grandeschaft, Prince Hotspur, and many more-but though all went well till the wedding morning, when it was time to go to church, no bridegroom was to be found. The old King was sadly frightened, and would fain have given up all hope of finding a husband for the Princess, but now she implored him, with tears in her eyes, not to let her be disgraced in this way. And so suitor after suitor continued to come, and now it was known, far and wide that whoever came to ask for the hand of Princess Areola vanished, and was seen no more of men. The courtiers were afraid and whispered under their breath, "It is not all right, it cannot be"; but only Mazia noticed how the Princess's beauty grew and grew and her breasts blossomed more and more and the register of the amulet upon her plump arm was filled with dancing satyrs, till it was well-nigh covered, yet there always was room for one more.

So the years passed, and every year Princess Areola grew lovelier and lovelier, so that no one who saw her could guess how wicked she was. The King withdrew to his throne room where he often sat alone with the company of his woes.

One day Mazia gathered up her courage and approached the King. Her eyes downcast and afraid to look upon the King, she said in a timid voice. "Your Majesty might I speak with you?"

"Certainly Mazia, you are always welcome." He said with a fatherly smile that had long been a stranger to his countenance.

"Your Majesty," she said clearing her little throat. "Have you noticed how the Princess's beauty grows with each day?"

"Yes. She is surpassingly lovely, the most beautiful woman in all the land." He said full of pride.

"And have you marked how her bosom grows ever larger with each passing year." The little maid ventured further.

"I dare say that there is none her rival in all my kingdom."

"Yet with all this abundance of good, womanly gifts, no suitor lingers to call her wife."

A cloud rose upon the King's brow. "What are you saying, Mazia?"

"Do you not think it strange that the increase of her beauty follows close upon the disappearance of the other?"

The cloud was whipped into a thundercloud and the King looked as if he might strike the honest maid. "Speak no more of this to me, lest your malicious tongue puncture my charity!"

Terrified by his words the maid fled from his presence but the King covered his head with his hands and moaned.

The next day, when Mazia went to attend the Princess Areola, she found the Princess before her mirror and she was without bodice or shift and she was gently massaging her big as wine corks nipples upon her gigantic breasts. "Long have you puzzled over the secret of my breasts, little Mazia," said the Princess. "Don't deny it! I have watched you in my mirror. Now I will reveal to you my secret." The Princess stood up from her dressing table before the mirror and the motion made her nipples sway hypnotically from side to side and the air was heavy with the fragrance of Tamarisk, cinnamon, and sweet orange until Mazia felt that she might swoon. The Princess held the Teat Auric cupped in her hand and proffered it to the maid and said: "Suck upon my bounty."

And Mazia greedily sucked upon the turgid nipple. "I know of your treachery, Mazia."

"Yes, mistress." Mazia replied dreamily between gulps of the nectar that flowed from the Princess's wellspring.

"I know you spoke to my father about me."

"Yes, mistress." Mazia answered stickily.

Princess Areola pulled Mazia off of her huge teat by the maid's long hair.
"I should destroy you." She exclaimed. Mazia could only gurgle in reply. Her mouth was overfilled and milk dribbled from the corners. "But I will not. You are still useful to me. And the King did not listen to you. I made sure of that. So now no one else will pay you any mind." The Princess grabbed the stupefied maid by the chin and guided her mouth to the teat of her other breast and she sucked upon it like a babe.

In a far off country lived a young prince whose name was Longuepriq. He had a younger brother named Lancelot, whom he loved better than anyone in the world. Lancelot was tall, and broad, and stout of limb, and he loved his brother, Prince Longuepriq, so well, that he would gladly have died to serve him. It chanced that Prince Longuepriq saw a portrait of Princess Areola, and at once swore he would go to her father's court, and beg that he might have her for his wife, and Lancelot in vain tried to dissuade him.

"There is an evil fate about the Princess Areola," quoth he; "many have gone to marry her, but where are they now?"

"I don't know or care," answered Longuepriq, "but this is sure, that I will wed her and return here, and bring my bride with me."

So he set out for Areola's home, and Lancelot went with him with a heavy heart.

When they reached the court, the old King received them and welcomed them warmly, and he said to his courtiers, "Here is a fine young prince to whom we would gladly see our daughter wed. Let us hope that this time all will be well."

But now Areola had grown so bold, that she scarcely tried to conceal her mirth. "I will gladly marry him to-morrow, if he comes to the church," she said; "but if he is not there, what can I do?" and she laughed long and merrily, till those who heard her shuddered.

When the Princess's ladies came to tell her that Prince Longuepriq was arrived, she was in the garden, lying on the marble edge of a fountain, feeding the goldfish who swam in the water.

"Bid him come to me," she said, "for I will not go any more in state to meet any suitors, neither will I put on grand attire for them. Let him come and find me as I am, since all find it so easy to come and go." So her ladies told the prince that Areola waited for him near the fountain. She did not rise when he came to where she lay, but his heart bounded with joy, for he had never in his life beheld such a beautiful woman.

She wore a thin soft white dress, which clung to her aphroditean figure and exposed a great expanse of her gigantic, milky-white breasts. Her beautiful arms and hands were bare save for the magic amulet, and she dabbled with them in the water, and played with the fish. Her great blue eyes were sparkling with mirth, and were so beautiful, that no one noticed the wicked look hid in them; she was a wonder to behold.

"You have my best greetings, Prince Longuepriq," she said. "And you, too, would be my suitor, Have you thought well of what you would do, since so many princes who have seen me have fled for ever, rather than marry me?" As she spoke, she raised her white hand from the water, and held it out for the Prince, who stooped and kissed it, and scarcely knew how to answer her for bewilderment at her great loveliness.

Lancelot followed his elder brother at a short distance, but he was ill at ease, and trembled for fear of what should come.

"Come, bid your brother leave us," said Areola, looking at Lancelot, "and sit beside me, and tell me of your home, and why you wish to marry me, and all pleasant things."

Longuepriq begged that Lancelot would leave them for a little, and he walked slowly away, in a very mournful mood.

He went on down the walks, not heeding where he was going, till he met Mazia, who stood beneath a tree laden with rosy apples, picking the fruit, and throwing it into a basket at her feet. He would have passed her in silence, but she stopped him, and said, "Have you come with the new Prince? Do you love your master?"

"Ay, better than anyone else on the earth for he is my brother" answered Lancelot. "Why do you ask?

"And where is he now?" said Mazia, not heeding Lancelot's question.

"He sits by the fountain with the beautiful Princess," said Lancelot.

"Then, I hope you have said goodbye to him well, for be assured you shall never see him again," said Mazia nodding her head.

"Why not, and who are you to talk like this?" asked Lancelot.

"My name is Megamastia, though everyone calls me Mazia," answered she, "and I am Princess Areola's maid. Do you not know that your brother is the twelfth lover who has come to marry her, and one by one they have disappeared, and only I know where they are gone."

"And where are they gone?" cried Lancelot, "and why do you not tell all the world, and prevent good men being lost like this?"

"Because I fear my mistress," said Mazia, speaking low and drawing near to him; "she is a sorceress, and she wears the brave kings and princes who come to woo her, upon the amulet upon her arm. Each one is a dancing satyr upon its register. She only removes it at night to sleep and keeps it in a locked casket. I have watched the satyrs upon the register grow; first it was only a plain gold armband; then came King Cocksure, and when he disappeared the first satyr appeared upon it. Then came Longstaff, and two satyrs danced there instead of one; then followed Everready, Grandeschaft, and Hotspur, and Bigpole, and Hardoni, and Van der Coque, and Von Reamer, and Roger and Khuntstrecher, and all are gone, and eleven satyrs dance upon her amulet, and to-night there will be twelve, and the twelfth will be your Prince Longuepriq."

"If this be so," cried Lancelot, "I will never rest till I have plunged my sword into Areola's heart"; but Mazia shook her head.

"She is a sorceress," she said, "and it might be hard to kill her; besides, there is the awesome power of her Teats which none may resist. I wish I could show you the amulet, and you might count the satyrs, and see if I do not speak the truth, but when it is not upon her arm it is locked in a casket and the only key is upon a chain that is always about her neck, both night and day, so it is impossible."

"Take me to her room to-night when she is asleep, and let me see it there," said Lancelot.

"Very well, we will try," said Mazia; "but you must be very still, and make no noise, for if she wakes, remember it will be worse for us both."

When night came and all in the palace were fast asleep, Lancelot and Mazia met in the great hall, and Mazia told him that the Princess slumbered soundly.

"So now let us go," said she, "and I will show you the talisman on which Areola wears her lovers, though how she transforms them I know not."

"Stay one instant, Megamastia," said Lancelot, holding her back, as she would have tripped upstairs. She smelled of balsam and cinnamon and her own beauty, overshadowed in the presence of the Princess like the light of a candle is lost within a chandelier, now shone in its glory.

"Perhaps, try how I may, I shall be beaten, and either die or become a dancing satyr like those who have come before me. But if I succeed, and rid the land of your wicked Princess, what will you promise me for a reward?"

"What would you have?" asked Mazia.

"I would have you say you will be my wife, and come back with me to my own land," said Lancelot.

"That I will promise gladly," said Mazia, kissing him, "but we must not speak or think of this till we have put a stop to Areola's evil enchantments."

So they went softly up to the Princess's room, Mazia holding a small lantern, which gave only a dim light. There, in her grand bed, lay Princess Areola. They could just see her by the lantern's light, and she looked so beautiful that Lancelot began to think Mazia spoke falsely, when she said she was so wicked. Her face was calm and sweet as a baby's; her hair fell in ruddy waves on the pillow; her rosy lips smiled, and the little dimples showed in her cheeks and her enormous breasts like the swells of the sea slowly pushed up and down with her breathing under the scented lace and linen of which the bed was made. Lancelot almost forgot about the amulet, in wondering at her loveliness, but Mazia pulled him by the arm.

"Do not look at her," she whispered softly, "since her beauty has cost dear already; look away and think of what remains of those who thought her as fair as you do now; see here," and she pointed with her finger to a delicate chain of finest gold around the Princess's lovely neck. "Upon this chain hangs the key to the casket that holds the amulet: You must take it."

Lancelot steeled himself for the task by once more filling his eyes with the sweet face of his love before reaching out to seize the key. The air of the Princess's chamber was heavy with the fragrance of Tamarisk, cinnamon, and sweet orange and it made his eyes swim and though he had just gazed upon Mazia's sweet face it receded from his thoughts and his hands became unsteady. Thrice he pulled back from the task lest his hands shake too much and wake the Princess.

At last, his fingers closed upon the gold chain and gently, so as not to wake the sleeping sorceress, he drew it up from between her enormous breasts under the white coverlet. Upon the chain hung a small horn of ivory, shaped like the pudenda of a child. He snapped the delicate gold chain with his hands and took the ivory horn but before he could hand it to Mazia, the Princess stirred in her sleep and brushed aside the linen and lace coverlet exposing her marvelous teats. Lancelot was transfixed for a moment before bending closer still to the gorgeous, nude form of the Princess to suck upon her big as wine cork nipples. His mouth never reached the Princess's mighty nipples but was instead sharply drawn away by Mazia to feast upon her own mouth instead.

After a time, Mazia pulled her mouth from Lancelot's and whispered, "I feared that you were lost to me. One taste of her teats would seal your doom. Here, let me have the key."

Lancelot wordlessly passed it to her and shook his head as one clearing the tendrils of sleep. Mazia held the ivory horn clutched in her hand to warm it and then blew upon it until it moved and seemed to be alive and inserted it in the lock of the casket upon Princess Areola's dressing table where it wriggled until the lid popped open.

Mazia drew forth the amulet and showed it to Lancelot. "This was Cocksure, and this Longstaff, and these are Everready, Grandeschaft, and Hotspur, and Bigpole, and Hardoni, and that is Van der Coque, and Von Reamer, and Roger and Khuntstrecher, and last of all here is your own brother, Prince Longuepriq." She said pointing each out on the register of the amulet. "Seek him now where you will and you will not find him." Mazia passed Lancelot the amulet. Again he counted them and recognized his brother in the last; tears filled his eyes. "This surely is my brother." He wept. "Oh hateful Princess! I know now where go the brave kings and princes who came to woo you."

The Princess turned and laughed in her sleep, and at the sound of her laughter Lancelot and Mazia were filled with horror and loathing. "Quick! She wakes! We must hide the amulet. If she finds us with it, she will surely destroy us." Mazia cried.

"But where?" Lancelot whispered.

In an instant more, the clever maid espied the perfect hiding place and taking the amulet from his hand slipped it under his codpiece and pushed him toward the door of the chamber saying, "Flee my love. Flee!"

"I will not leave without you." He said, loath to leave her alone with the evil Princess.

"Mazia?" The Princess called out drowsily. "Is that you?"

"You must go, so you can put an end to her wickedness. I will be all right."

"I will return," He promised and kissed her upon the fingertips before he crept shuddering from the room, and all night long sat up alone, fearing for his love and plotting how he might defeat Areola, and set Mazia free.

The next morning, as had happened so many times before, Princess Areola's suitor, Prince Longuepriq, and his brother were nowhere to be found. At the news, the Princess broke into weird laughter and retired to her apartments. The day passed away and no one missed Mazia. Towards sunset the rain began to pour in torrents, and there was such a terrible thunderstorm that everyone was frightened. The thunder roared, the lightning gleamed flash after flash, every moment it grew fiercer and fiercer. The sky was so dark that, save for the lightning's light, nothing could be seen, but Princess Areola loved the thunder and lightning.

She sat in a room high up in one of the towers, clad in a black velvet dress, and she watched the lightning from the window, and laughed at each peal of thunder. In the midst of the storm a stranger, wrapped in a cloak, rode to the palace door, and the ladies ran to tell the Princess that a new prince had come to be her suitor. "And he will not tell his name," said they, "but says he hears that all are bidden to ask for the hand of Princess Areola, and he too would try his good fortune."

"Let him come at once," cried the Princess. "Be he prince or knave what care I? If princes all fly from me it may be better to marry a peasant." So they led the newcomer up to the room where Areola sat. He was wrapped in a thick cloak, but he flung it aside as he came in, and showed how rich was his silken clothing underneath; and so well was he disguised, that Areola never saw that it was Lancelot, but looked at him, and thought she had never seen him before.

"You are most welcome, stranger prince, who has come through such lightning and thunder to find me," said she. "Is it true, then, that you wish to be my suitor? What have you heard of me?"

"It is quite true, Princess," said Lancelot. "And I have heard that you are the most beautiful woman in the world."

"And is that true also?" asked the Princess. "Look at me now, and see."
Lancelot looked at her and in his heart he said, "It is quite true, oh wicked Princess! There never was woman as beautiful as you, and never before did I hate a woman as I hate you now"; but aloud he said, "No, Princess, that is not true; you are very beautiful, but I have seen a woman who is fairer than you for all that your skin looks ivory against your velvet dress, and your hair is like gold."

"A woman who is fairer than I?" cried Areola, and her enormous breasts began to heave and her eyes to sparkle with rage, for never before had she heard such a thing said and she withdrew to her room.

At night the storm grew even fiercer, but it did not trouble the Princess. She waited till all were asleep, and then she opened her bedroom window and took the small horn of ivory that she wore upon a golden chain and holding it aloft whispered magical incantations. The horn grew and grew and grew until it was as long as a spear. Then she straddled it and flew out through the air, laughing at the lightning and thunder which flashed and roared around her. Away she flew till she came to the witch's hut, and here she found the witch sitting at her open door catching the lightning to make charms with.

"Welcome, my dear," purred the now beautiful witch, as Areola stepped from the horn; "here is a night we both love well. And how go the teats and my amulet?-right merrily I see. Beyond even my expectations." She remarked as she examined the Princess's stupendously large breasts. "I see the teats but why do you not wear my amulet upon your arm?"

"Nay, that is one thing I want you to tell me," said Areola, drying the rain from her golden hair. "Last night when I slept my wicked maid, Mazia, came to my room and hid it from me. The silly wench is punished now, but she has not revealed the secret hiding place of the amulet to me."

"These are bad tidings, indeed." Quoth the witch as she gnawed on her lower lip. "She must be made to tell us where it is hid. Bring her to me."

"There is something more I must speak to you about"; and then she told the witch of the stranger who had come in the storm, and of how he said that he knew a woman fairer than she.

"Beware, Princess, beware," cried the witch in a warning voice, as she listened. "Why should you heed tales of other women fairer than you? Have I not made you the most beautiful woman in the world, and can any others do more than I? Give no ear to what this stranger says or you shall rue it." But still the Princess murmured, and said she did not love to hear anyone speak of others as beautiful as she.

"Be warned in time," cried the witch, "or you will have cause to repent it. Are you so silly or so vain as to be troubled because a Prince says idly what you know is not true? I tell you send him away and trouble yourself no further with his lies, but bring me the maid and I will make her reveal her secret."

But the Princess was vexed that any man would doubt her beauty and next morning when the she rose, dressed herself as beautifully as she could, and braided her golden locks with great care, for this morning she meant her new suitor to acknowledge her superiority to all other women. After breakfast, she stepped into the garden, where the sun shone brightly, and all looked fresh after the storm. Here from the grass she picked up a golden ball, and began to play with it.

"Go to our new guest," cried she to her ladies, "and ask him to come here and play at ball with me." So they went, and after a time found Lancelot closeted with the King and begged that he return with them to see their mistress.

"Good morrow, prince," cried she. "Pray, come and try your skill at this game with me; and you," she said to her ladies, "do not wait to watch our play, but each go your way, and do what pleases you best." So they all went away, and left her alone with Lancelot. "Well, prince," cried she as they began to play, "what do you think of me by morning light? Yesterday when you came it was so dark, with thunder and clouds, that you could scarcely see my face, but now that there is bright sunshine, pray look well at me, and see if you do not think me as beautiful as any woman on earth," and she smiled at Lancelot, and looked so lovely as she spoke, that he scarce knew how to answer her; but he remembered Mazia, and said, "Doubtless you are very beautiful; then why should you mind my telling you that I have seen a woman lovelier than you?"

At this the Princess again became angry and forgot the witch's words. In a rage, she ripped off her dress and flung it from herself and stood before him in all her womanly glory and said: "Tell me now! Have you seen a face fairer than mine, red lips more inviting, a bosom prouder than mine or a form more lovely than mine? Am I not a goddess among my sex?"

"'Tis true you are beautiful, with a bosom, no doubt, unrivalled in this kingdom but still I say that I know of another more beautiful still."

"Who are you who dares come and tell me of women more beautiful than I am? Who is she--where is she?" cried Areola, who could scarce contain her anger. "Bring her here at once that I may see if you speak the truth."

"What will you give me to bring her to you?" said Lancelot.

"I will give you this," she said and using both her hands offered the Teat Auric to him. Despite his resolve, he placed his hands upon her enormous womanly breasts and found his hands dwarfed against the expanse of her bosom. A drop of milk glistened upon her cork-sized nipples and the fragrance of Tamarisk, cinnamon, and sweet orange filled the air and Lancelot felt his head swim but he remembered his pledge to Mazia and fought to control his rising passion.

"Truly, it is a marvelous gift," said he. "But am I to be some passing fancy that you would offer your sinister breast? I am your affianced and of royal blood: your dextral breast seems more befitting as a first favor." And with that he hefted her right breast and placed his mouth upon the Teat Argent and sucked with all his might upon the warm nipple.

Areola moaned with pleasure: "Though art indeed royal." And undid the laces upon Lancelot's codpiece and eagerly loosed his manhood and it grew and it grew and it grew until as the mighty oak is to the scrub of the forest so his member was to that of other men and she did wonder. The smell of musk complimented her own magical fragrance so that Areola too became lightheaded. She dropped to her knees and began to desire to suck upon the marvel and taste of its source. It was then that she saw seated snugly upon stranger's gigantic member was the witch's second gift, the Amulet of Priapus.

"How?" She exclaimed with open-mouthed astonishment.

"It was a gift from she who is your matchless rival," Said Lancelot, as he pushed her open mouth upon his manhood. The Princess sucked and sucked and sucked with abandon until she was rewarded with a gush of his seed. At this the satyrs upon the amulet merrily pranced about with their engorged members waving about like lances and Lancelot's own prodigious digit was undiminished.

He prized her head from his member by her golden hair and pushed her onto her hands and knees so that he might mount her from behind like a stallion upon a filly. Her love furrow glistened with expectation and he hesitated nary a moment before grabbing her buttocks, which he used like anchors, and thrust his gigantic manhood within her. Her virginal hymen briefly resisted before it was rent asunder and then, like the ram of a great sea galley, he tirelessly plowed her.

"How...did you...enchant...your other...suitors?" Lancelot asked between mighty thrusts.

"Easy", grunted the Princess. "Oh…Mother…Isis,…you…will…split…me…in…two. The witch… the witch…of the mountain…gave…gave…me…the magic…teats." Her breasts, indeed her entire body, shimmied with each stroke of the Prince's marvelous member and perspiration dripped from her nose and chin and sopped her hair. "The fools, they need only taste the milk of my teats", she panted, "and they are my slaves forever. I harvested them for the witch with the amulet."

"Where is Mazia?" Lancelot demanded.

"Oh stop!" Princess Areola pleaded. "Don't stop. I beg you don't stop!"

"Where...is...Mazia?" He asked banging out each word with a thrust of his uncanny member and with each plow the amulet planted upon his manhood grew hotter and hotter until he feared that he would burn up but he did not. Instead he felt renewed, tireless, as the lust of twelve men became his own. "Where...is...Mazia?" He said, ramming on with even greater vigor and fervor. Areola's eyes rolled back into her head and she moaned like an eager bitch in heat. "Please. Please." She whimpered. "Stop! Don't stop! Oww! Ahh! In the armoire - she's in the armoire. Ooooh! She screamed. Lancelot continued on, pounding and ramming and thrusting with the stamina of an army and as he continued on the substance of the Princess began to fade and fade and fade until she seemed as transparent as glass and then with one last thrust, mightier than all the rest, he shot the thunderbolt of his lust and shattered the magic of the Princess. The magic teats, which had become part of her, were suddenly loosened and fell from her enormous breasts and her magic was released in great streamers and swirls and the evil princess fell dead. In the same instance, there was a tremendous crack of thunder and one after another the imprisoned kings and princes, Cocksure, and Longstaff, Everready, Grandeschaft, and Hotspur, Bigpole, and Hardoni, Van der Coque, Von Reamer, Roger and Khuntstrecher, and last of all Prince Longuepriq were freed from the amulet.

"Ooooh!" There came a loud wail from behind a garden hedge and the King stepped out from his hiding place where he had hidden himself upon the advice of Prince Lancelot. He rent his garments and threw dirt upon his head in great handfuls in shame and horror at the misdeeds of the Princess until his courtiers thought him mad and tried to restrain him. But he broke free and rushed to the side of his lifeless daughter and howled, "Oh daughter! Oh daughter! Areola, my daughter! What they have said is true and you have died by your wickedness."

Lancelot spared only a moment for the King before dashing to the armoire in the Princess's bedroom. There, he found Mazia laid upon the hard floor of the great cabinet, still as death, under a powerful trance from which none could wake her. The King, pale and trembling, followed by all his courtiers entered the apartments of Princess Areola and found Lancelot sweetly cradling the ensorcelled Mazia in his arms. At length the King said with a deep groan, "We owe you deep amends, oh noble kings and princes!" The King said to his assembled fellows only just released from the Princess Areola's evil sorcery. "And you Lancelot have my gratitude for righting this great wrong. Though, it cost me all that I hold dear.

Lancelot waved the praise away. "Nay, thank me not. It was she who saved us all." He said nodding toward Mazia.

The King stooped down beside them. "It is payment for my own wickedness, which has come back upon my head. I mourn with you the loss of she that I have so long denied." The King kissed Mazia upon the forehead and wept like a babe over her still form. "Oh Megamastia, my dear daughter, forgive me."

All were amazed at the King's words, none the least was Lancelot. "I am a wicked man," testified the King to the astonished courtiers. "The Princess Megamastia is my daughter and twice royal, for she is the result of a youthful dalliance with the daughter of the Emperor. I vowed never to reveal this secret but could not bear to put her away from me, so I kept her by me, hiding her lineage from everyone, even from herself. I would give anything were it possible to undo even a little of the wrong that has been done her."

"Perhaps there is." Quoth Prince Longuepriq. He held up the magic teats, which had abandoned the evil Princess Areola at the end, for all to see. "It was their magic that was used to sow all our misfortune. Mayhap they might be used to right it. Though they seemed changed from when I last saw them."

All the kings, princes and courtiers gathered near. "Aye, 'tis true." They all agreed sagely. No longer were the teats gold and silver as before but electrum, the wondrous metal of the saints and pure union of auric and argent. Lancelot took them from his brother's hands and placed them over the big as barrel bung nipples of his love's proud, womanly bosom. For a moment nothing happened, and then Lancelot believed he detected faint breathing and all in the room detected the scent of cinnamon and sweet orange.

"Perhaps, if she was quickened..." His brother suggested. The kings and princes nodded their agreement with the plan and Lancelot looked to the King, her father, who gave his blessing. Lovingly he placed her upon the bed and entered her with his mighty member. In a heartbeat, the Teats began to warm and their warmth spread throughout her body and her breathing became deeper and regular and her body began to rock in unison with the ever-quickening thrusts of her lover.

"Lancelot," She said opening her eyes. "I knew you would come." The evil magic of Princess Areola was at an end.

Then all the kings and princess thanked Lancelot and Megamastia, and loaded them with presents, and each went to his own land. Lancelot married Megamastia, and in the fullness of time they took her father's place as rulers of the kingdom. And it was said that the maid grew into her role as queen until nowhere in all the kingdoms of the world was there a queen more comely and full of bosom nor with a bigger admirer than her husband, King Lancelot and all lived happily to the end of their lives.

Finis.

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