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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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