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Hot Faerie Tales No.1
Princess Zowie and the Mad Monk
By Simplex (comments to: simplex992000@yahoo.com)
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Once upon a time there was a princess named Zowie.
The princess ruled a tiny land where not much happened
except for the occasional adventure such as this one. She
had lots of interesting points about her, but the ones her
male subjects enjoyed the most hang off her chest like
reasonable copies of the Goodyear Blimp. Perhaps a tad
over endowed for some tastes, Zowie's huge fat breasts,
which hung low over her tiny stomach and waist, regularly
bulged under her purple dress, pushing against the fabric
tightly. Apart from her massive fleshy and plump
endowments, Zowie was quite beautiful with long hip-length
wavy hair the color of golden honey. Her waist seemed tiny
when compared to her flaring hips and huge bosom, but was
actually just a normal everyday size, although still pretty
thin. As for her face, she had freckles on her cheeks, but
not too many, eyes of hazel and often she wore a huge
bright smile and a look of charismatic sexuality that made
her face rise from the beautiful to the extraordinary.
The day dawned bright and early, light poured into
Zowie's bedroom, illuminating her bed where she lay with
her Knight Captain and primary lover, Sir Bonalot. She
lay on her back in a loose fitting white gown, a pleasant
smile playing over her face. Bonalot woke first and looked
upon her. He immediately got aroused, his cock swiftly
getting hard and erect. Ever since they met, Bonalot had
been besotted with Zowie. Whether it was passionate love
or lust, not much was going to keep him from possessing her
body as often as he could. Of course, it helped that he
was a great fighter and leader, swiftly winning over the
people's adoration saving them in several crises, and then
winning Zowie's heart and body with equal skill in bed.
Zowie was free with her affections, often sleeping with
just about anyone, but her love for Bonalot was genuine.
Bonalot swiftly climbed onto Zowie, his hands zipping
to her huge breasts. He began to knead the huge soft rolls
of breast flesh as Zowie awoke with a smile.
"Good morning to thee, fair knight" said Zowie
breathfully with a playful air of false aloofness. Bonalot
smiled and growled, pushing and tugging at her breasts
through her white gown. He leaned down and began to kiss
her face, her lips. Zowie opened her mouth and their
tongues begin to wrap around each other's in quick
fluttering waves. Bonalot continued grasping at his
favorite parts of Zowie, her large fleshy breasts, kneading
them and squeezing them. He could feel the warm softness
of her massive tit-flesh giving way to his hands like
silken bags of soft warm honey. Zowie reached down and
slowly began to fold her nightgown up over her hips, up
over her belly. Bonalot quickly scampered between her legs
as she revealed them, beginning to brush her honey brown
furry sex with the tip of his hardened and swollen penis.
His member was throbbing with need as the sensitive tip
brushed through her furry snatch. He groaned as his hips
begin to buck on their own accord, rubbing the hardened and
swollen tip of his cock against her soft and downy bush.
By this time Zowie was peeling her silken nightgown
over her head, squirming on her bed, enjoying Bonalot's hot
and passionate attentions. Her large breasts, now fully
free of the nightgown, flopped and slopped from side to
side on her chest, huge and massive with huge pink nipples.
Bonalot groaned in pleasure as he got his first glimpse of
her expansive and seemingly endless breast flesh. He tore
into it with his mouth, licking and sucking, spraying
copious amounts of saliva all over her large billowy
breasts. One of Zowie's dainty hands went around Bonalot's
head and cupped his mouth to her gigantic bosoms while the
other sought out his tight butt, pushing it into her. She
wanted him to slip his huge throbbing member into her.
Feeling his thick dick rub against her pussy, rubbing
against her skin, was driving her mad. She needed it
inside her, needed to feel it penetrating her snatch and
throbbing deep inside. She pushed against his butt, trying
to cajole and will him inside her. But Bonalot was not
done with his breast-worship yet. He had fallen upon her
nipples by now, suckling her.
Possibly because of some magic, or maybe just because
so many lovers suckled her so often, Zowie's breasts
offered thick sweet warm milk for her lovers. Bonalot went
to suckling her, drinking deep of her most hidden of
feminine secrets, her very own milk. He drank greedily and
suckled hard. Suckling her was sending him insane and he
gave in to her dainty hand on his butt... he thrust in,
seeking her entrance. Her puss was wet and slippery after
all the teasing rubbing of Bonalot's dick. He groaned as
he speared her, arching back, crying out in pleasure and
exultation as he felt Zowie's warm wet pussy close tightly
around his huge throbbing member. Zowie cried out softly
as she finally got what she was wanting... relief to her hot
craving. She needed sex a lot, and was happiest when it
was coming from Bonalot. He began to pump inside her,
slapping his big penis into her wet, hungry hole. He tried
to go slow at first, to enjoy the sensation of being in
such a hot and incredible woman. But it didn't last long.
He gazed down upon her head on the pillow. She smiled back
up to him. They kissed and she wrapped her arms around him
as he pumped her more and more rapidly. They made love for
some time as Bonalot, while he was deep in need, could last
quite a long time. However, this was not one of those
times. Zowie was so gorgeous beneath him. Her warm milk
was soothing his tummy so much, her breasts flapped against
his own tummy as he lay mounting her. His penis twitched
and began to sputter. Bonalot couldn't hold it anymore; he
didn't want to hold it anymore. He came deep inside Zowie,
crying out with joy and pleasure. Zowie rubbed back
against Bonalot, pumping against him to work up to orgasm
before he lost control of himself.
"Oh yes!" she sighed as he exploded inside her,
filling her with a hot and fast injection of sperm.
"Oh shit, holy cow, damn... " swore Bonalot as his penis
emptied into Zowie, twitching and sputtering copious
amounts of sperm. He collapsed on top of Zowie fulfilled.
"Oh Zowie, you are just so fantastic. I just have to
have you all the time!" he moaned.
"Yes, yes, I know" cooed Zowie, "But now lets get up,
I have lots to do today and so do you."
Mart was a loner and an outcast. He had adopted the
ways of a monk, although he really wasn't one. He liked to
live out in the forest alone, away from everyone else,
dressed in dark green robes. Unfortunately living alone
for such a long time, and ostracizing himself from society
by choice, he had gone a bit bizarre. He had decided it
was high time to overthrow the government of the land, to
install him as leader and to rule with an iron fist
beginning a reign of terror! At least, that's what his pet
fish told him to do. So Mart sat in his little cave
somewhere in the hills. For a long time he had been an
occasional friend of Zowie, but when it came clear she
would never marry him , or even sleep with him, he had
decided to flee into the woods. His mind finally snapped
when he did go back into the city to a grand celebration.
Zowie had danced with Bonalot right next to him, totally
ignoring him. His feeble sun drenched brain finally went
around the twist. Now he dreamed of how he might seize
power, and Zowie, for himself.
He tried to ferment rebellion, but the common people
refused to listen to a loony in a big green robe made out
of stolen curtain material. He had tried to voice people
to obey him by poisoning the water supply , but the
'poison' he had been sold by a traveling alchemist turned
out to be a mild laxative. He got thirty days in the
dungeon for giving people the runs... and a dose of his own
'medicine' every day thrown in for measure. It was torture
in the princess' dungeons! So he was sent packing to his
dank and smelly hole-in-the-ground to think up even more
evil plans. It was about that time that the common folk
had given him the sobriquet "The Mad Monk" due to his
insane ideas and even more insane wardrobe.
Then he thought of a doozy. He would kidnap Zowie,
only returning her when they agreed to hand power over to
him! The people loved Zowie and Zowie loved the people
(some more than others on a Saturday night), so they would
agree! At least it made sense in his feverish brain. So,
collecting together some odd and smelly possessions into
his favorite skin-bag, he trudged off through the forest
for the big city.
After Zowie had got rid of Bonalot, sending him on his
daily way, she quickly got cleaned up and dressed. She
wore a tight low-cut purple blouse that was stretched to
the limit over her massive hanging breasts. The silken
sheen of the blouse moved over her bulging boobs, patterns
and shadings of light shifting and changing with her
movements , and due to the fact her fat tits shifted
unstoppably under the tight material. Zowie loved the way
the blouse played over her breasts, how it moved over her
huge and soft nipples. But mostly, she enjoyed the effect
it had on her favorite male subjects. Watching, and
enjoying, their pent-up and mind-bending lust was one of
her favorite pastimes. For her skit, she wore a thick and
serviceable plain flower-print skirt that billowed down to
her ankles. Zowie and her lovers had found a loose skirt
was easiest pulled up for impromptu sex.
Zowie hopped happily out of her chambers, a happy
smile curved on her pretty freckly face. Her long golden
honey colored hair swing about, hanging low. Bangs of hair
occasionally fluttered over her face, needing to be brushed
away. She hurried along the stony hallways of her palace,
decorated with everything from fine art paintings to lewd
lithographs of things illegal in most countries and in most
prime material planes, to her morning tutoring lesson. She
had employed many tutors in her castle to teach her all the
things proper rulers of fantasy realms needed to know:
languages, etiquette, and how to run a proper nation in a
place where people lived in tree houses, fought monsters,
screwed each other silly, and generally avoided things like
building canals or founding billion dollar a year
corporations.
One of her favorite tutors was Sir Karol. He was a
strange little man, older with graying hair and enormously
long eyebrows. He was mostly a cranky devil who liked
tormenting Sir Bonalot , whom he felt was stupid , but
Karol, like most men in the land, had a major weakness for
Zowie. He was actually a humanoid gnome type person that
Zowie once met in the forest. He loved to wear greens and
blues, and always loved to wear a horrible scowl; except
when he was in the presence of Zowie, of course. The tale
of their meeting and how Karol came to be here is a long
one, and full of lots of Zowie's favorite activity, but I
shall leave it for another day.
"Good morning, Sir Karol!" said Zowie cheerfully as
she entered the small chamber where she liked to hold her
lessons. The room was small and sumptuously decorated,
with a huge couch and several comfy chairs. Bookshelves
ringed the room, full of lore and learning.
"Ziggi Za, Zowie!" giggled Karol in one of the
languages she was supposed to be learning. He had gone to
pieces the first moment he laid eyes on her and now
regarded her with open lust. "Shall we begin with the
passive subjunctive of the Excravian verb 'eshgora'?"
"Yes, Sir Karol" said Zowie meekly, smiling at him
brightly. She sat on the couch, smoothing out her long and
thick skirt. Karol sat beside her, right next to her. He
at first sat with some space between them, but soon was
brushing against her on the couch.
"Now go through the present subjunctive forms" panted
Karol breathlessly as he brushed against the princess on
the thick plush couch. His dick began to plump up almost
at once.
"Eshgoro, eshgora, eshgori... " began to chant Zowie
sweetly, looking in her Excravian textbook. Sir Karol
stared shamelessly down her front. Being short, he barely
came up to her shoulder and it game him a great viewpoint
of her massive breasts. The curving swellings of her fat
and enormous tits hung low and heavy, brushing against her
own lap and jutting off proudly, defying gravity. The
bulge in Sir Karol's trousers was unmistakable.
"Oh dear Sir! Are you ok?" cooed Zowie, looking over
at Sir Karol's lap. She moved a dainty hand over into his
lap and slid it up his thigh lightly. Karol jumped in
reflex. His breathing began to be haggard and he sat
still, regarding Zowie lustfully.
"Oh poor Sir Karol!" cooed Zowie again, putting down
her book. She circled around, gracefully moving off the
couch and getting down on her knees. She leaned forward
and buried her face in Karol's crotch. He let out a moan
of pleasure.
"Zowie! Princess!" he cried as his head flopped back.
He sat still, his arms on the back of the couch, just
enjoying the sensations of having his perfectly beautiful
princess nuzzling his lap. Zowie continued to nuzzle into
his lap, against his raging hard-on, through his pants.
She pulled back for a moment smiling, reaching up to undo
his pants.
"Oh Zowie... " groaned Sir Karol, glancing down to watch
the lovely over-endowed princess peeling open his pants and
seeking his large dick.
"Oh, Sir Karol!" she cooed as she found his swollen
member, "You are a little gnome guy, but you have such a
huge thing!" Zowie regarded the huge fleshy male member in
her dainty hand. Although it wasn't as long as Bonalot, it
was thick and sturdy. She opened his pants and slowly
pulled them down Karol's legs. He moved and squirmed on
the couch, helping Zowie remove his pants. His hips thrust
forward involuntarily in spasmodic movements, as he was
getting so hot from having his young princess stripping
him. His dick throbbed and twitched. Zowie smiled and
leaned forward as she removed his pants, allowing the
helmet-like cock-head to rub against her cheeks.
Finally his pants were off. Zowie placed a dainty
hand under his balls and began to massage lightly and
playfully. Karol cried out in pleasure, leaning back
again.
"Such big balls!" growled Zowie "I like my knights to
have big balls." Karol only panted, alternating between
looking down at the perfect beauty at his penis and leaning
back to enjoy her touch. Zowie's other hand began to play
along the thick length of Karol's cock. She stroked it
lightly, cooing at it as if it were a separate creature she
was trying to charm. She kissed it gently, kissing the top
of Karol's swollen member. Softly and sensuously, she
kissed down the sides of his hard-on, nuzzling and kissing
softly, systematically. Karol grunted and groaned in
pleasure as she began to get her wet mouth on his needful
penis.
Zowie pulled back for a moment and reached into her
blouse. She pulled out her right breast and laid it over
her blouse. Karol panted and watched as her big mammary
flopped down over her shirt. One big tit covered, the
other fleshy ivory breast exposed. It was so plump and so
clear of blemishes. Karol stared at the fleshy pink
nipple. But before he could do anything about her exposing
a massive breast to him, Zowie had fallen back on his thick
spear. His penis was hard and erect, rising off his waist
like a tower. Zowie opened her mouth and closed her eyes.
She hovered for a moment before taking it in her. Karol
almost felt it looked like she was saying grace before
starting a meal, but he tried to chase such blasphemous
thoughts from his mind. It was already full of enough lust
for a girl young enough to be his granddaughter.
Karol cried out again as Zowie lowered herself on his
hard needful dick. Zowie moaned for Karol as her tongue
began to flutter and slide over the swollen underside of
the thick shaft. Zowie suckled lightly on the tip, then
took it all in. She alternated between taking his entire
rod in her mouth and just suckling at the tip. She also
licked up and down it, licking it gently and then in long
strokes. Zowie's oral technique was amazing and Karol
found himself staring in disbelief as his gorgeous huge-
breasted princess continued to slurp and suckle on his
massive dick. Karol was getting the blowjob of his life.
Zowie glanced up at him frequently and smiled, her
movements were becoming more and more energetic. Her head
rose and fell, her humungous exposed breast shifted back
and forth like the massive bag of soft love flesh it was.
Karol tried reaching down to touch it from time to tome but
he could only just get the upper half of her chest. Zowie
lifted up her breast while she licked his dick and placed
it in his hand. Karol moaned as he began to squeeze and
play with her fleshy breast.
"Oh yes, yes! YES!" screamed Karol as he lunged his
hips forward. His hand clamped into the fleshy breast.
Zowie did her best to ignore the discomfort in her
sensitive zeppelin-size boob, making a mental note not to
offer Karol her breast in future, at least, not before he
came. Karol pumped his hips madly, his dick moved in and
out of Zowie's mouth like a sewing machine. He came
screaming, dumping his load into Zowie's waiting mouth.
She swallowed greedily, closing her lips around his pumping
cock tightly. She rode his cock while he continued to cum,
pumping out gouts and streams of cum. At last, Karol
collapsed back on the couch, panting and spent.
"Mmm, so, shall we continue the lesson?" cooed Zowie
sweetly, sitting back on the couch next to him.
"Yes, Princess Zowie" said Karol dreamily. She sat
back on the couch, leaving her right breast exposed,
flowing over her chest, the shape of a massive fattened
raindrop. Things continued uneventfully for the rest of
the hour of boring and dry grammar. At the end of the
lesson, Zowie rose to go, replacing her fat breast into her
tight blouse. Karol flew up and grabbed her, pulling up
her skirt and mauling her massive unbelievably soft bosom.
"Now, now, Karol, there's always tomorrow!" cooed
Zowie, not resisting his manhandling too much.
"I need to have you, now!" groaned Karol.
"Well, so do most men all the time." Said Zowie with
an air of imperiousness. She softened a bit.
"Now I have things to do. But I promise you'll get
more, Sir Karol. I like you, you're one of my favorites.
But you must be patient!" She cooed and kissed Karol on
the lips as she broke out of his feverish embrace.
"Yes Princess" sighted Karol, gathering his things and
leaving the room. Zowie definitely believed in always
leaving them hungry.
Mart traveled alongside the main road into the City.
He tried to avoid most people since, after his 'poison'
incident, he wasn't very welcome to most people around the
outskirts of the main settlement. In fact, he got chased
through Pelsnor Fields, narrowly escaping being mauled by a
farmer's huge set of dogs, and then getting dung flung at
him by some young teens in a buckboard. Finally, he was
at the outskirts of the City. He had been traveling
alongside a dusty dry track that suddenly became paved with
cobblestones and shouldered by a wide sidewalk like length
of paving. Oil lamps were strung along every so often and
the buildings became more dense and packed together. His
goal was a known hangout of the princess and her knights in
this area of the town; a run down inn owned by an equally
run down and cynical woman known only as Sky. It was at
the corner of two streets that met at oblique angles,
meaning that the inn itself was very narrow and triangular
in shape. It was also three stories high, the only three
story high structure in this area. It still wasn't easy to
spot due to the fact that now there was a solid line of
buildings along the streets. There were shops, houses,
and workshops, all full of people going left and right.
Although Mart may not have been known in these parts
for his antisocial antics, he still got plenty of looks.
He was a tall and wizened man, old beyond his years. His
face was chiseled and not what you could call attractive.
He had gone prematurely white, so the shock of messy hair
on his head was snowy and shone in the sun. Plus he was
wearing long green robes of heavy material , very similar
to what was hanging in the windows of many of the shops and
houses. At one point, a mocking couple blew him a
catcall as he crossed the street. He made a mental note of
them so he could take his revenge when the revolution was
over.
Finally he arrived at Sky's Inn, a descriptive if not
original name. He went in to the main area where he found
not too many people sitting around for this time of day; it
was late afternoon. Mart spied Sky behind the counter ,
she was working the front herself with two or three buxom
lasses aiding her. Sky was an older woman, probably in
her mid thirties. It was apparent by her long jet-black
curly hair, huge brown eyes, round hips, and large breasts
that she had once been quite the looker. But many years
of cares and worries, plus cutting a life for herself here
in her inn had not been kind to her. She now had many
wrinkles and wore far too much makeup. She had fought
back with determination but she wore a tight dress that was
far too small for her , her body rebelled against the
fabric, showing rolls of flesh through the tight material.
Mart stared at her and admired her body. He found
her attractive and he especially liked the way her dress
was cut so low that he could have seen her belly button if
her hanging breasts hadn't been bulging in the way. Sky
noticed his intense stare; she got a lot of them from local
farmers who didn't see too many women wandering around
their farms.
"Yeah, what'll it be?" she barked, glancing at him
icily.
"Ale." Mart barked back, trying to sound tough.
"Hmmm" observed Sky, giving him a very careful look-
over. "Just don't vomit it over my counter, I just cleaned
it. Your little tummy gets queasy, run for the door, it's
just over there."
Mart stared intently at her as he sipped his Ale.
Sky went about her business behind the counter, seemingly
nonplussed. Her buxom assistants though gave Mart some
very unfriendly glances and threw some worried ones toward
Sky. Maybe it was because his eyes were jet black under
his mop of white hair. Maybe it was the way he was
following her every move. Maybe it was just because they
thought he was ugly.
At last Sky glanced over her shoulder. She sighed.
"Hey, wait a moment and follow me." She whispered to
Mart. Then she walked into her back room, removing her
apron. Mart waited a moment and then glanced around. As
it was mostly empty in there, no one was around. And the
people that were there didn't seem to notice. Mart got up
quickly and walked into the back room. He found Sky in a
small storeroom in which there was a threadbare beat up
cot.
"So, tell me, why are you staring at me so much?"
sighed Sky.
"I wasn't staring at you." Said Mart flatly.
"Well, in that case, you can turn around and leave the
way you came." Said Sky, turning her back to Mart. Mart
came closer and began to breath heavy near her neck.
"Ok, then, maybe I was looking." He said. Sky spun
around and cupped her ample bosom in her hands.
"Hmm, and you'd like some of this, right?" she said
pointedly.
"Yeah." Said Mart, reaching out for her fleshy bosom.
"Hey, hey, not so fast." Said Sky. "You want to
play, you've got to pay."
"Huh?" murmured Mart quizzically. He looked up into
Sky's deep black eyes, noticing some rather extensive crows
feet under the thick makeup.
"I mean, I'll give you want you want, but you don't
get it for free, take my drift yet, my drifter friend?"
said Sky.
"All I've got is twenty credits." Lied Mart.
"That's a lie. But I'll take it all the same. I
guess the notoriety of screwing the Mad Monk will have to
make up for it." Said Sky, still in a flat businesslike
tone. Mart blanched a bit at the nom-de-plume the normal
people had given him, but his need for Sky was burning
hotter and hotter with each passing moment.
Mart handed her the money and begin stripping off his
robes. His flaccid penis had been getting more and more
healthy as it became clear he was going to get to have sex
with Sky. He was erect now, and his dick sailed out of
his robes in full view. Sky glanced down at it.
"Well, they say its personality that counts." She
smirked as she began to undo the drawstrings on the front
of her blouse.
"Let me do that!" growled Mart. His hands were
trembling as they closed on her fleshy bosom. He slipped
a hand into her cleavage and began to fondle her breasts
with his hand. Sky moved his hands away and untied her
bodice, opening her blouse, exposing her heavy sagging
breasts. They sagged low with age but Mart found them
very attractive. Mart dove forward and began to kiss and
lick her bosoms, pressing his face into the warm tit flesh.
Sky continued to strip off her dress, pushing it up and
over her shoulders. It fell to the floor with a plop.
Mart looked up and grabbed her powerfully around the waist,
maneuvering her toward the small cot.
"Wait a minute, hang on!" cried out Sky, taking out a
strange length of what seemed to be a sausage stuffer
sealed off at one end.
"What the heck is that?" asked Mart.
"Just a little something I made out of intestine to
put over your little job down there. I'm not going to
have your baby, after all." Replied Sky firmly.
"I'm not putting that over my dick!" cried out Mart as
he climbed up on top of her.
"Fine then, I'll just scream my head off so my girls
call the watch, two of them were in the booth by the window
if you didn't notice, and then you'll get a very good time
in the dungeons for trying to ravish me! And might I add
that my establishment is Sir Bonalot's very favorite... "
"Ok! Ok!" groaned Mart, "This is freaking bizarre!"
He said as he took the length of intestine and wrapped it
tightly over his penis.
"Leave space at the end, it isn't unbreakable!" warned
Sky.
Mart then mounted Sky, sliding his covered dick into
her waiting pussy. She grunted as he pushed in and pushed
back against him, as he looked down at her. He began to
lick her neck and then he lifted up a hand and grabbed a
handful of her breast. He panted as he moved inside her
rapidly. His thrusts became more and more staccato and
rapid. By this time, Sky's pussy was really getting moist
and hot; she was actually starting to enjoy Mart's rather
unremarkable penis spearing in and out of her. Mart
groaned, slamming his body down into Sky, moving up and
down wildly. He grabbed her tight around the waist,
squeezing her madly. Snoring and bellowing, his cock
emptied itself into the intestine wrapped around it. Mart
groaned into Sky's neck hotly as his twitching penis calmed
down and began to go flaccid once more. Sky was surprised
at his enormous wild burst of activity at the end. She had
had an orgasm from listening to his bellowing screams as he
came.
"He'd be a pretty darn good lover if he learned not to
jump right inside right off the bat" thought Sky.
Mart got up and began to put on his robes again. Sky
lay there for a moment thinking.
"Hey Monk" said Sky.
"Yah." Said Mart meekly.
"Here, catch." She threw the small bag of monies back
at him. "Keep your money. But don't get any stupid
ideas, alright?" Mart stared at her for a moment and then
a rare smile played out over his haggard and craggily face.
"Well, if you say so. Do you often give out
freebies?" sneered Mart. A cloud of rage passed over Sky's
face for a moment. She didn't sell herself at all; she
just wanted sex and also wanted to give Mart a hard time
for being bizarre.
"Not to assholes." She barked, "So watch yourself."
She said, now dressed again. She stormed off to her
kitchen. "You can show yourself the way out!" she
bellowed. Mart's sneer melted on his face, as he looked
downcast. He had done it again.
"If only I could keep my big mouth shut!" he barked,
at no one in particular.
Unbeknownst to Mart, up on the highest level of the
inn, two figures met in a shady bedroom. One was a
willowy and mysterious beauty with huge dark eyes, armed
and armored with leather gear. The other was a mysterious
man in black. He would have been very familiar to Mart,
and perhaps to most other people, had he been in brought
daylight though.
"So, it is agreed" said the man. "You take Zowie from
the city today for the Emperor's son, and we make no fuss.
In return, he backs me in becoming the crown prince of this
realm?"
"Yes, " replied the woman in a softly hissing voice,
"He was most upset that Zowie turned down his most generous
proposal of marriage on behalf of his young son. Such a
union was greatly desired by the Empire." By the Empire,
the two referred to a large continent spanning empire
bordering Zowie's land. Mostly harmless, the Empire tended
to butt into its neighbor's affairs on a regular basis.
Occasionally they did more, but only when they were ruled
by a particularly antisocial Emperor or Empress.
"You help the people to accept this 'voluntary' union,
and we will help the people accept your 'voluntary'
accession to the throne."
The man crept forward. The woman was a beautiful
agent; thin, willowy, curvy, and with tons of long silken
jet-black hair. Although most of it was up in a bun, the
amount that draped down from the bun still reached her
hips. Her eyes were big and deep, a pair of bottomless
pits of dark brown. Her face was round but gorgeous. Her
skin was very pale, almost a strange ghostlike pale, but it
helped to contrast her coal-black hair and dark eyes.
"You know, you are an agent in a foreign land.
Perhaps I should just turn you in with this preposterous
plot" sneered the man, cupping the elfin pixie-like face of
the beautiful woman in his hand. She kept eye contact
with him, knowing what he was after.
"Well, perhaps I can keep you from doing that." She
said softly and flatly, unbuttoning her blouse slowly. The
man began to strip off his clothing rapidly while the woman
undressed. He grabbed her firmly, licking her neck and
kissing her face. His hands grasped her ample breasts that
jutted off her chest like proud hills wanting to be
mountains. She moaned for him and nuzzled her face
against him. He continued licking her neck, her
shoulders, going down to her breasts. Taking in as much
of her pink nipple as possible he began to suck noisily at
her right tit.
"Mmm, well, this is better than the princesses rack, I
guess" growled the woman.
He maneuvered her to the bed and lay her down. He
licked her thighs and nuzzled into the soft downy brown fur
covering her pussy. He kissed his way up her willowy
and curvy body, caressing her full hips and small waist as
he went. His hands found her lovely round mounds on her
chest and begin to massage them. He also began to tease
her pussy with long strokes through her fur with his
enormously erect cock.
"Mmm, give me that monster!" moaned the woman, driving
him on.
He continued to rub his cock against her pussy and
suckled her breasts wildly, wishing she had milk as well.
The woman's breathing was coming in quick sharp gasps by
now as he continued to tease and maul her silky body.
She arched her back on the bed, rubbing up against him, but
the mystery man would not be hurried. His twitching cock
was used to taking its time. He continued to lick the
sidewalls of her pert breasts, licking into her cleavage,
playing with her tits. He pushed them together and played
with them as if they were toys. The woman lay squirming on
the bed, stroking his back with her fingernails.
She was caught off-guard when he suddenly thrust his
mighty member deep inside her wet and waiting pussy. She
cried out and groaned as he began to slowly move inside
her. He put it in all the way, pushing it inside her as
far as he could, then slowly withdraw it. He took it
almost all the way out, tormenting her. She bucked up
against him, trying to get it back inside her, her hands
grasped at his butt to try to get him to go back down.
This went on for many minutes as he slowly speared her,
sliding his dick into her ever so slowly, then slowly
withdrawing it. The constant slow grinding of his cock
in her wet pussy was driving the spy woman mad. She
groaned and cried out for more, willing him to give her
release from this slow and constant penetration.
He began to speed up slowly, looking down at her,
kissing her pretty round face. Her large round globelike
breasts were mashed between them, rubbing against his chest
as he slowly moved up and down on top of her. She let
out a constant whine of excitement by now. She couldn't
believe how long he was lasting; she was loosing track of
the amount of time she was spending underneath this
traitorous servant of Princess Zowie.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she cried, folding her legs wide apart
and pulling them upwards toward her. If he didn't finish
soon, she would miss the chance to catch Zowie. This
traitor had sent her a message to meet him at Sky's Inn at
3pm before dinner, and it was just after noon when she met
with him and ended up having sex. She began to run over
the plan in her head again and got so wrapped up in them
that she didn't notice the man quicken his pace. He was
grunting and panting heavily as he began to pump her into
the mattress. He slammed down on her, grunting and
groaning, spearing her with his huge cock. Suddenly,
slamming forward with such force she moved along the
sheets, he came deep inside her. It seemed like buckets of
cum shot forth in her; she could feel the slap of the
ejaculation as it filled her innermost pussy with warm
cream.
"Oh yah!" groaned the man. He continued to pump
inside her until his monstrous cock stopped twitching. He
lay upon her for a while, softly caressing her breasts and
nuzzling her neck.
"Its almost three, you'd better get to work" he said
in a low conspiratorial whisper as he climbed off of her.
He quickly dressed and walked out. As he descended to the
inn level, hoping off the lower steps. He spun and turned
in his tracks. Mart was still there, drinking his ale and
trying not to show how much it was irritating his stomach.
Mart looked up at the man and recognized him immediately.
It was Sir Bonalot.
Zowie was getting ready to go to Sky's Inn to meet Sir
Bonalot. He often liked to have sex in the inn, usually
thinking up some sick fantasy. She wondered what weird
sickness he had thought up today. Once he had a group of
women dressed up as giant chickens descend upon her to
carry her off to help 'repopulate' their world. You can
guess who the head rooster was... complete with really bad
makeup job. Zowie giggled to herself as she bathed in her
expansive huge tub. She soaped up her body, spending
plenty of time washing her massive hanging breasts which
floated, bobbing in the water, like unsinkable leviathans.
She slowly scrubbed up her sides, her stomach, and sighed
with pleasure as she began to wash her furry snatch,
thinking of the delicious sex fantasies that awaited her at
Sky's Inn.
She dried off and dressed quickly, bounding down to
the main hall happily. She could see Sir Crows standing
by the large massive oaken doors, milling by the small
guardroom located nearby. Sir Crows was another of her
tutors, a tall lanky man with a balding head. He was
animated and very kindly. His sweetness bordered on
shyness, something that really turned the princess on. But
she certainly didn't have him living in her castle to guard
doors. She smiled and walked swiftly right up to him.
"Sir Crows, what are you doing here?" she inquired
with a mock fierceness. Sir Crows have a start and turned,
staring right at her enormous breasts, fighting for release
under her tight purple blouse.
"I, uh... well... Sgt. Fleagle needed to go to the little
soldier's room. But, um... " stammered Sir Crows.
"Yes?" murmured Zowie smiling, staring sideways at
him.
"That was about half an hour ago." Sir Crows
whispered. Zowie sighed. She could think of any number
of things Sgt. Fleagle might be up to, and she knew there
were plenty of young pretty servants in the castle to be
doing it with.
"Oh poor Sir Crows!" Zowie exclaimed, "Well, when I
see him again, he will learn to wait until he's off duty
and not to take advantage of your kindness!" Sir Crows
blushed. Zowie continued,
"Imagine making you guard doors! Well, I'll wait
right here, I have plenty of time before my next
appointment." Zowie huffed and stood still, looking
around tiredly. Sir Crows kept looking up and down her
body, he could feel his lust stirring, and his male member
was beginning to twitch happily, trying to point out to him
that it wanted the princess. Sir Crows cleared his
throat.
"Princess... "
"Yes, Sir Crows?" replied Zowie without looking
around. She smiled a tiny smile; she enjoyed the painful
ways the good Sir Crows tried to control his lust for her
luscious and voluptuous body.
"I was just thinking, if I'm to be a guard here, I
better guard. Now, there's lots of smuggling going on and
things. Lots of it about." Sir Crows throat was nearly
dry by now as he stammered on, almost making no sense.
"So, you see, I better, um, make sure you aren't trying to
get away with anything."
Zowie laughed.
"I'm me! What are you talking about?"
"Well, How can I be sure you're you? You could be an
imposter! I think I'd better search you." Panted Sir
Crows, blushing red as a beet. Zowie couldn't stifle
herself and giggled out loud.
"Maybe you could be on to something!" purred Zowie.
Zowie walked into the little guardroom, closely followed by
Sir Crows. She closed the door and drew the curtains over
the single little window looking out to the courtyard. The
guardroom had a sturdy desk, some tables, a basic little
stove for heating food and hot drinks, and an old but comfy
sofa. Sir Crows came up behind Zowie and began to pat her
down slowly, running his hands up and down her back.
Zowie exhaled and moaned as he continued to massage her
body.
Crows' feverish hands ran over her butt and back up to
her small waist. He breathed hot and heavy on the back of
her neck.
"Anything there?" said Zowie coyly.
"Yeah" groaned Crows, hot and bothered. He turned
her around and extended his trembling hands toward her
enormous bosom. He began to lightly run his hands up and
over her titanic breasts, feeling their softness and warmth
through the tight fabric of her blouse. There was plenty
of space to hide something in there, but Crows verified
that it was simply acres and acres of soft, warm, pliable
breast flesh.
Zowie leaned forward and kissed Crows on the lips, he
kissed her back. He grasped her tightly, giving in to his
burgeoning lust. He squeezed her to him, wrapping his
large arms around the small of her back.
"Uh, not too hard, sweetie!" cooed Zowie.
"I'm sorry Zowie, its just that... " began Crows, but
Zowie clamped her mouth to his, seeking his tongue with
hers. Crows' hands began to dive under the bottom of her
blouse.
"Strip search?" giggled Zowie. Crows nodded his head
and pulled the blouse up and over her head. Her humongous
breasts bobbled and shook as they were freed. Crows
stared in disbelief at the size of the wobbly tits. He ran
a hand along the outsides of one, rubbing softly and in
small circles. Zowie reached up and began to undress the
horny knight. Crows' drooling mouth attacked Zowie's
massive breasts. He began to lick down the middle of them,
reaching up to press the soft and delicious tit-flesh to
the sides of his face. Zowie had managed to undo his
trousers by now and they fell to the ground with a plop,
weighed down by his belt and supply pouches. His large
dick bobbled out, happy to be free, jumping rapidly and
pointing at the princess. Crows had found her left
nipple and was suckling greedily on it. Warm milk flowed
from the overabundant boob, filling his tummy. He sucked
and suckled for some time, and then he backed Zowie up to
the desk in the room. Zowie sat up on the desk while
Crows pulled up her skirt bunching it up around her waist.
Her downy furry golden-brown pussy was exposed and
glistened with moisture in the half-light.
Crows again crushed Zowie to him, practically lifting
her off the desk as his needful dick sought out her wet and
moist furry bush. Zowie groaned and melted against her
muscular and shy knight. Crows wasn't very shy at the
moment; however, and squeezed her with all his might as he
licked and kissed her neck and face. Zowie reached down
between them and took Crows' large healthy dick in her
hands. She led it to her pussy softly and began to rub the
cock-head against her wet sloppy puss. Crows began to
hump against her, pushing his member slowly past her pussy
lips and into her waiting hot insides. They groaned in
unison as penetration was made. Zowie pulled away from
Crows slightly, panting lightly and smiling brightly at
him. Crows kept looking up and down the gorgeous princess
sitting on the desk, joined to him by his mighty cock. His
hands went down from her tiny waist to her round healthy
butt. Crows squeezed her butt and began to pump himself
inside her sloppy wet bush. He could feel the wetness of
her inside. She was so wet, his dick slopped and sloshed.
He almost thought he could feel her juices trickling out,
down his cock and to his lust inflated balls.
The desk was creaking loudly under the force of the
two lovemaking bodies. Crows pumped in and out of Zowie's
wet pussy rapidly, groaning and moaning in passion for the
voluptuous and gorgeous princess. Zowie was panting as
well, enjoying the hot passionate lovemaking from one of
her favorites. Crows hips pistoned into Zowie, in and
out, in and out, slapping between her spread legs. Zowie
stretched her legs out and brought them up so her feet
rested on the desk. She now was up on the table, spread
eagle on her butt, while Crows grabbed hotly to her hips
and pulled her back onto him. Zowie lay back on the
table, her massive breasts slopping and flopping around on
her chest from the force of Crows' pounding of her pussy.
The massive boobs flopped up and down obscenely, waving and
shaking from the slamming her mound was receiving. Crows
looked down at her as he humped her madly. Her head was
turned to one side and her eyes were closed in blissful
pleasure.
Crows groaned and leaned down on top of her, going
faster and faster in her pussy. Finally, a low moan
began to escape his throat. It built up as his speed built
up until finally he was growling madly, smashing into Zowie
like mad. Zowie looked up at him panting, she reached up
for him and pulled his head down to her chest, burying his
face in her wildly flapping enormous breasts.
"Oh Zowie!" bawled out Crows as his hips jerked
spasmodically up and down over Zowie. His cock emptied
itself in her over wet pussy. Great gouts of cum filled
into her as Crows continued to jerk in hot spasms of animal
mating. He lay totally spent on top of Zowie while she
stroked his head softly. Finally, Zowie moved the
lovesick Crows off her gently and they began to dress.
Suddenly, while they were just getting their buttons
fastened, the door flew open. It was a grizzled tough
looking blond man with a neck the thickness of an oak tree.
"Why, Sgt. Fleagle!" cried Zowie, "How nice of you to
go to work!" He eyed Crows and her intently. They were
still sweaty and Crows still wore a look of absolute
starry-eyed bliss.
"As you can see, I felt like rewarding my loyal guards
today. I'm so sorry you missed it. Better luck next
time!" mocked Zowie as she walked past the befuddled
sergeant who wore a look of absolute frustration on his
face.
"Yah, I'll cover for you anytime, Fleagle! Everything
go well in the lavatory?" mocked Crows, winking at the
sergeant as he walked out.
Mart's head was growing more and more woozy as he
tried to sip through his ale. Unfortunately he wasn't much
of a drinker at all, any alcohol went right to his head,
ricocheted to his stomach and came right back out. This
particular very strong black ale was ahead of schedule as
well. Mart tried burping himself, patting himself on his
chest. Finally, the movements from below were coming with
a regularity that was too fast to be ignored. A foul taste
pushed up to his stomach: bile and undigested brown ale.
He lurched for the door and ran as fast as he could. He
could hear the giggling of one of Sky's buxom servant
wenches behind him, but it mattered not to him right now.
He ran around the back of the shop, down a dark alley, and
began woofing his cheap ale back into the alley pools from
which it probably came.
As Mart wretched out his stomach, he could hear
indistinct voices from a window above. He was roughly
outside the storage room where he had his little encounter
with Sky.
"What is that?" said a voice.
"Just some drunk retching in the alley. Happens all
the time." Replied a tough female voice that Mart could
identify as Sky. She continued,
"So, Luni, what's on today's agenda?"
"Oh, I'm supposed to kidnap the princess and take her
to the young prince Mooki so he can have his way with her."
She replied calmly, as if she was reporting yesterday's
weather.
"Really, is that all? Well, I guess if Bonalot wants
that sort of thing to happen, it isn't too much trouble to
oblige." Replied Sky. Mart listened with growing
interest. He crept closer to the window.
"Yah."
"You getting paid in the usual manner?"
"Of course, jobs like these are simple. I best get
going. Thanks for the meal, dear. I love your stew!
Sorry, I couldn't finish it all. You make too much!"
"You're welcome! I'll just throw what you couldn't
finish out this window. Rats have to eat too you know!"
chuckled Sky. The stew slopped out the window right on
top of Mart. Luckily, it was cool, so all that was hurt
was his pride as he ran off, sputtering and wiping himself.
"So! Someone else is going to kidnap the Princess!"
thought Mart. "A change of plans is in order. Perhaps if
I save her, I'll get some sort of reward!" Mart laughed
low and chuckled. He knew what reward he wanted, and it
was much softer than gold.
Mart crept around the front of the Inn just in time to
watch Luni leave and begin walking up the road a bit. She
was indeed the pale willowy beauty that Sir Bonalot had
been enjoying in one of Sky's bedrooms. She was wearing a
shirt and pants with leather armor open over it. She had
a sword at her side and a long knife strapped to one foot.
It would be a tricky deal for the Mad Monk to attack from
the front, so he thought of how he could ambush the
ambusher. Mart followed her at a distance, noticing her
dodge into a side alley. Mart got into a doorway nearby,
as he saw none other than Princess Zowie come walking down
the street. Catcalls from the windows heralded her
approach.
Mart watched from his hidden spot just beyond the
alley where Luni was hiding. He felt down and found a
large piece of board left in the doorway. Hefting it up,
he prepared for his dramatic rescue. Zowie was smiling
broadly, happily bounding along as if she owned the place,
which she did. When she got by the alley, Luni darted out
and grabbed an arm. Pulling her swiftly into the alley,
Luni and Zowie vanished. Mart rushed out and ran into the
alley.
"What is this!" chirped Zowie as Luni lead her along.
"You'll see! You've been promised to Mooki and soon
you'll be his, body and soul!" said Luni ominously. Mart
crept up behind her and whacked Luni over the head with the
board. Luni stumbled a bit, but almost instantly caught
herself. Bending over, she wiped her dagger out and swung
around with it extended. Only by jumping back rapidly did
Mart avoid being sliced like a fish. Mart screamed and
charged. He head butted Luni on her baldric, badly banging
his head on a metal stud but flinging Luni back against the
wall. Luni staggered a bit, finding her feet quickly, but
her assailant and the princess were gone!
"What the heck is going on!" screeched Zowie as Mart
pushed her along. She was starting to have doubts that
this was part of Bonalot's fantasy plan.
"I'm saving you!" cried Mart as he ran along, pulling
Zowie by the arm. "I overheard Luni talking to the
innkeeper Sky!" They ran along through the back alleys,
slipping through puddles, tipping over garbage cans and
upsetting alley cats.
"What?" cried Zowie.
"I overheard Luni and the innkeeper Sky. It was a
plot! Aren't you glad I came along?" barked Mart. At
that instant, Bonalot came tearing around the far end of
the alley they just entered.
"What the hell is going on? Who attacked Lady Luni?"
he bellowed in rage.
Mart blanched.
"Lady Luni?" he mumbled. Zowie had got a good
glimpse at her 'rescuer by now as they had stopped running.
"Mart?" she screeched. "What are you doing down from
the hills? Let me go!" she continued. Mart spun around,
ready to lead the princess down the alley the other way.
But suddenly, a blur spun into position in front of him.
Somersaulting and with weapons drawn, Luni landing in front
of him. Her silver long sword was raised high above her
head, a look of deadly determination on her otherwise
lovely but serious face.
"You'll never get away with this!" cried Mart as they
creped closer, weapons drawn. Zowie pulled herself away
and ran behind Bonalot.
"You idiot!" bellowed Bonalot as he took hold of the
scruff of Mart's neck and hefted him in the air. "We were
not seriously plotting. And hey, aren't you The Mad Monk
Mart?"
"I suppose you made up Prince Mooki as well!" spat
back Mart in his face.
"Yes I did! He was going to be me!" laughed Bonalot.
He dropped Mart on the ground in a pile. Luni was
standing nearby, sword still drawn and outraged.
"Can I have him?" she screamed, brandishing her deadly
looking dagger in his face.
"No, no, no." chimed in Zowie quickly. "Bring him
along back to the palace."
Mart was brought back to the castle and thrown into a
dungeon cell. He sat there for some time, thinking of the
day's events. He wasn't thinking too highly of himself,
bad luck seemed to follow him everywhere. Suddenly the
cell door opened and two strong guards escorted Princess
Zowie into the room.
"Hi Mart!" she chirped happily.
"Hi" he replied morosely.
"Oh, no, still feeling sorry for yourself?"
"Oh no, there's so much to see in do in this dark dank
dungeon." Zowie laughed.
"At least you don't get the laxative this time. Now.
I'm here to talk to you." She motioned for the guards to
wait outside. Mart got a little hopeful at this. He'd be
alone with her! He noticed she was wearing her usual low
cut royal-purple blouse and long lightweight skirts. He
couldn't help but look at the awesome mounds of huge
perfectly shaped breast flesh hanging perfectly off her
chest. Rounded, symmetrical, hanging but not saggy,
bulging firmly and proudly off her chest, they were beyond
description.
"So, Mart, I guess you really did think you were
saving me today?" she asked.
"Yes!" volunteered Mart. But Zowie looked at him
sideways with her bright hazel eyes. A pleasant yet firm
smile stuck on her face, pushing her freckly cheekbones up
to make them even more attractive.
"Really? You just happened to be in the neighborhood
and just happened to find me in 'distress?'" Asked Zowie
once again. Mart exhaled a great sigh.
"No, not really. I was up to one of my usual plans to
get to have my way with you, of course!" mumbled Mart with
shocking truthfulness. Zowie's eyes bulged for a second
but then a look of merriment and amusement came over her
face.
"Such honesty! Well, I have decided to do something
to keep you from being a nuisance for good!" cried out
Zowie. Suddenly, Bonalot and Luni walked in, weapons
drawn. Mart was shocked and agape, fearing the worse!
Zowie suddenly grabbed the sword from Sir Bonalot.
"Kneel there, Mart the Mad Monk!" she commanded.
Mart looked around. Luni was walking near him, bloodlust
in her eye. He wondered how long she held a grudge. Mart
knelt down, trembling a bit. He was most afraid of the
fact that Zowie might be too weak to kill him in one blow
and he'd suffer a slow agonizing death with hideous open
wounds. Zowie swung her sword, bringing it down to his
neck.
"Mart the Mad Monk, I knight thee a Knight Errant!"
She cried, tapping him on the shoulders. "You are to begin
training as a junior servant of mine. Perhaps, by serving
me, you will stay out of trouble. And know that by serving
me, loyal swords are always nearby to quickly and
permanently end your menace." Zowie held the sword
lightly in both her hands.
"Arise Sir Mart the Mad Monk. Sir Bonalot and Lady
Luni will begin your instruction after they show you to
your chambers." Zowie spun around and left after kissing
Bonalot and Luni lightly on the cheeks. Sir Bonalot and
Luni gathered around Mart, smiling wickedly.
"Would it help if I said it was a huge
misunderstanding and I'm very sorry?" said Mart to Luni.
Luni said nothing but looked upon him with her huge
gorgeous dark brown eyes. She finally put her weapon away
and nodded.
"Follow us, Sir Mart. And run in place the whole
way!" laughed Sir Bonalot as they lead him off into the
castle.
Later that night, Bonalot was with Zowie in her great
chambers, getting ready for bed. The dying fire in her
fireplace filled the room with a warm glowing half-light.
The lovers were near Zowie's bed as Bonalot begun
stripping off her blouse slowly, pulling it over her head.
Zowie smiled and looked lovingly on him. They didn't say
a word as they began to touch each other, removing their
clothing. Bonalot's hands gripped Zowie's heavy hanging
swinging breasts in his hands. Her soft tit-flesh oozed
between his fingers. He tried to take as much of each
breast as he could in each hand, but there was far too much
and he barely got a soft side swelling breast-wall in his
grip.
Zowie's breath began to increase to match pace with
Bonalot's open panting. His cock was raging for her and he
was far over ready to plunge into her moist furry pussy
depths.
Zowie lay back on her huge soft bed, Bonalot quickly
moving on top of her. Her long golden-brown hair flew all
around like a great carpet on top of the bed. Bonalot's
mouth went to a huge soft pink nipple atop one of her
massive loaf-like boobs and began to suckle.
"Oh Bonalot, yes. I'm so full of milk. I haven't
been suckled in hours!" Moaned Zowie. Both naked by now,
Bonalot was suckling hard at her nipple, making smacking
and slurping noises as he tried to suckle as fast and as
deep as he could. Her warm soothing milk flowed down his
throat as he swallowed greedily. Zowie reached down to
try to grasp the tip of Bonalot's purple dick that bobbed
and throbbed in heat. Suddenly, Bonalot reared up and
turned Zowie over swiftly, sending her massive breasts
flopping all around in the half-light.
"Oh!" cooed Zowie, quickly getting up on all fours.
Bonalot grunted and panted as he moved to get begin Zowie,
his hands firmly on her round and well-curved buttocks. He
grasped her butt-cheeks firmly as his waist began to
thrust, moving the head of his huge hard spear against her
big perfect butt. Zowie grunted and moved her hips with
Bonalot, squatting down her legs trying to help him do
whatever he was going to with her. Her massive breasts
filled the space between her chest and the bed, wiggling
and jiggling erotically with their movements.
Bonalot's long and thick dick finally found what he
was looking for, the wet and furry entrance to Zowie's
sweet pussy. He grasped her hips and grunted, pushing
himself inside her, pulling her body back against him.
Zowie moaned and whined as he took her from behind, mating
her like an animal in heat. Bonalot's hands massaged and
gripped Zowie's butt and tiny waist as he began to slap
himself against her, moving his big needful dick in and out
of her sloppy wet pussy. He leaned over her, kissing her
back, licking her shoulders, sending thrills of excitement
through the Princess. Zowie lay her head down into the
soft bed and whimpered softly, half-panting, half-grunting
with each thrust Bonalot pounded in to her.
So it continued in the half-light for some time.
Bonalot was mounting Zowie from behind, mating her,
claiming her for his own with his big dick. He wrapped his
arms around her to grasp at her massive hanging boobs.
They were so huge they didn't even rub against the bed as
they sloshed up and down. They rested fully on the bed,
mushrooming out like the massive super soft pillows of
love-flesh that they were. Bonalot began to speed up his
pace, the soft smacking sounds of their two bodies
colliding filling the large chamber. They were covered in
sweat by now; Zowie's back was thick with saliva from the
drooling and licking Bonalot above her.
As Bonalot began to speed up in earnest, Zowie rose up
off the bed. She arched her back backwards, lifting her
head in the air moaning. Bonalot flopped on her, grasping
and gripping her waist. His legs moved and squirmed
wildly, trying to push his thrusting hips into her body
with all his might. His hips were thrusting into her
spasmodically and rapidly, out of all control. Bonalot
began to groan and yell softly in one keening note as his
dick was building up to ejaculation. Finally, bellowing
out and squeezing the stuffing out of Zowie, he came,
filling her wet puss with jets and fountains of sperm-
filled cum. He kept thrusting into her; making sure every
last drop was delivered. Finally, the lovers collapsed on
the bed. Bonalot kissed and licked Zowie softly. Finally
she rolled over and took hold of his penis, quickly going
flaccid with fatigue by now. She petted it softly, cooing
at it as if it were her pet.
Mart collapsed in his bed as well, but only from
fatigue. He had been put to the test, running around the
castle, doing exercises, painting rooms, taking out the
garbage, and too many other things he could remember. It
seemed a knight's training in Zowie's country consisted of
doing all the jobs everyone else didn't want to. Even the
cook, a plump but gorgeous and shapely blond woman named
Gretta had been ordering him around. But he found out
later she ordered everyone around if they were in her
kitchens, even Bonalot, so it didn't bother him after
awhile.
"Speaking of the kitchens, I could do with a snack!"
thought Mart. Summoning up his strength, he snuck down to
the big kitchens behind the great hall of the castle. He
was sure there should be some bread or meat left over from
the previous day. As he clamored around nosily, he
didn't hear the figure walk up from behind him until she
bellowed out in her strongly tough accent.
"So! You dare to come and steal vrom my kitchens!"
She bellowed. Mart spun around to see Gretta, her long
golden blond hair pulled back severely but still flowing in
a great ponytail down her back.
"Speaking of the devil!" mumbled Mart. He coughed and
sputtered. "I'm sorry, Gretta... "
"Gretta Ma'am!" bellowed out Gretta in her thick
accent. "You is in training sonny, or haf you forgot dat?"
"Yes Ma'am! I mean, no ma'am. I mean I couldn't
sleep. And so."
"Und so you are thinking a little bit of my food will
be putting you to sleep?" she cooed softer.
"Yes!" said Mart hopefully.
"So, you say my food is no good for the energy, it
puts peoples to sleep!" she snapped back. She was most
definitely having fun tormenting poor Mart. Gretta
moved up to Mart, looking him up and down in the half-
light. He was kind of skinny, and his hair had turned
shock-white prematurely of course. But he was a knight,
or would be if he could keep out of trouble.
"Well... " she growled. "Perhaps, I can help you feel
sleepy." Gretta was wearing a huge nightgown, more like a
huge overcoat or trench coat of thick blue material. She
cracked it open. Mart looked down to see a pair of big
healthy breasts with massive brownish nipples lying heavy
over a healthy stomach. Her waist pinched in and then
flared out over a big waist and large fleshy butt. Mart
swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. Her face was round
and somewhat ruddy, her eyes a bright sky blue. She wore
no makeup at any time, so she didn't look any different
late at night.
"Hmm. You are liking what you are seeing?" purred
Gretta, brushing against Mart. Mart said nothing but
simply grabbed the plump beauty before him. He began to
mash his lips against hers, kissing her wildly. His hands
grasped her large hanging breasts and hefted them up,
mauling them. He also took time to grasp her big soft
butt and crush it against him. Her nightgown, barely
hanging on to her shoulders, fell on the floor. Mart
fumbled with her hair but Gretta simply took out one pin
and shook her head. Her straight flaxen hair fell over her
back and shoulders all the way down to her waist.
Mart was in a loose nightshirt and he pulled it
rapidly over his head. His cock was pointing straight up
at Gretta. She moved a hand down and held it. They
kissed some more. Gretta gathered up their clothing on
the ground suddenly.
"Come mitt me." She said in a low passion filled
voice.
The pair went back to Gretta's rooms behind the
kitchens. She had them decorated in a cluttered and
country style with plenty of furnishings, rugs, coverings
and other bits of brick-a-bract all over the place. They
arrived at her little double bed and fell upon it, rolling
around in passion. Mart grasped and kissed the healthy
plump woman and she gripped him even more hard in return.
Mart moved down to lick and suckle Gretta's breasts,
especially her large fleshy nipples. Finally, Gretta
rolled on her back and opened her legs wide, looking at
Mart in passion. Her sky-blue eyes were blazing. Her
golden hair was thrown all around and Mart could see an
equally golden pussy waiting between her legs.
Mart practically yelped with excitement as he threw
himself on top of the voluptuous rubenesque woman. He
thrust quickly with his big hard dick to find her waiting
golden puss.
"Now, now, slow down, Sir Mart. There ist no reason
for der Blitzkrieg. We haf all night!" Panted Gretta.
Mart managed to slow himself down and slid slowly into her
waiting insides. He sloshed into her full and expansive
pussy, ever so slowly spearing into her. She was wet and
ready from all the foreplay and groaned deeply as he pushed
inside her. Mart lay there for a second, looking down at
the curvy full-bodied beauty beneath him. He just tried
not to move and enjoy making love to a woman and being
inside her. He whimpered. His dick was throbbing
practically out of control.
"Easy now!" cooed Gretta. Mart's hips began
thrusting. He couldn't help himself. His back arched back
and he whined.
"I can't... " cried Mart as he lost control. His dick
exploded inside Gretta, shooting spout after spout of cum
deep inside her fleshy body. Mart groaned and looked down
at her, ready for some cutting comment.
"Ach! Das ist hokay, poor baby." Cooed Gretta. She
pulled him down on top of her and put her arms around him,
stroking the back of his head. "Gretta makes many men
loose ability to control! You lie still and we try again
soon." She kissed him softly and continued, "I train you
too, you know! I train you to last long in bed."
Mart lay on the soft warm Gretta, caressing and
feeling her big sloshy breasts and soft bulging belly
beneath his body. He licked her neck and snowy white
ears. As he nuzzled into her flaxen hair he thought,
"Maybe this deal won't be so bad after all!"
THE END
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