Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 TITLE: The Dowry
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: Mg fant ped cons oral fellatio size
SUMMARY: A well-hung prince receives an unexpected, and horny, dowry.
   **********
   Nilrim, crown prince of the kingdom, lounged on his throne with a
decadent ease that had some of the more uptight courtiers sending looks of
scathing reproach his way, but he ignored them.  The tall, strapping young
man wasn't properly dressed for a day of high court in any case; he wore
dark breeches and a light shirt which, while well tailored, were simple and
suited more to a hunting day.
   He had tuned out the droning voice of the latest envoy presenting his
lord's daughter and entreaty to marry her.  Instead, Nilrim's gaze was
lingering upon the curvaceous form of a serving girl, who slipped quietly
to and fro among the crowd bearing a silver platter of drinks.  She must be
new; he hadn't seen her before, and he'd bedded all the pretty lasses in
the castle.
   He became aware of an expectant silence, and turned his attention back
to the envoy.  "Tell his lordship the prince hears his claim," he said
carelessly, running an idly lecherous gaze up and down the regally clad
form of a slim count's daughter who couldn't have been more than 14.  She
had a somewhat pimply face, but would probably be good for a tumble or two;
marriage was out of the question of course.
   The girl flushed under his scrutiny and shifted her legs together in
that way that signaled her desires to the prince loud and clear.  When
Nilrim said nothing else, the envoy sighed disappointedly, and escorted the
noble girl away.  He knew his aunt - the childless reigning queen - would
have some sharp words with him about still not taking some noble's daughter
to wife.
   He wouldn't respond of course; he wouldn't have to.  Nilrim's rapacious
appetites - and his enormous manhood - were well-known throughout the
kingdom.  Half the wenches in the capital claimed that their children were
his get; half of those were probably right.  But he rarely dallied with a
girl more than a few times.  No one lass could wrest his attention.
   The chamberlain cleared his throat, and the prince resignedly turned his
gaze away from the curvaceous serving girl again.  The stout chamberlain
would probably have some prissy language in which to couch his suggestions
that Nilrim would be more than welcome to maintain as many mistresses as he
desired, if he would only take one of them to wife!
   Instead, the chamberlain called, "The court recognizes the envoy of Duke
Feldan." Suddenly interested, Nilrim sat up straighter to pay closer
attention.  The Duke Feldan was a wizard, one of the few who also possessed
a noble title and estates.  Twas rumored that his daughter was absolutely
stunning, but she was shut away within the duke's manor from all view.
   The rumor was apparently true, because a fetching lass curtsied daintily
to him.  She was also young, and her dress was cut low to bare rather a lot
of titflesh that she hadn't quite fully developed yet.  Her hair was long
raven locks done up in a fashionable bun as was popular at court lately;
which disappointed the prince, who loved to see a girl's hair fly about in
the throes of her passion.  Still, she was very pretty indeed.
   The man standing next to her - the Duke Feldan's representative -
coughed gently into his sleeve, and began his spiel.  "The Archmage
Gallidad, duke of House Feldan and lord of Hightower Manor, presents for
the inspection of the crown his daughter, the apple of his eye and flower
of his garden." There was more flowery language of course, but Nilrim
ignored it in favor of feasting his eyes upon the girl's body.
   There was a knowing smile tugging on the corners of her lips, as though
she was amused by the speech as well, and her stance subtly shifted, as
though showing off her slim body to him.  He licked his lips
appreciatively. He didn't know about marriage, of course, but he could
definitely while away many nights with her.
   The court chamberlain cut in at that point, challenging the Feldan
envoy, "Does the Duke Feldan think his daughter value enough that no dowry
is offered?" That was the first time that the prince noticed that there
were no servants bearing giant golden platters laden with wealth upon their
backs behind the envoy and ducal daughter.
   The hairs on the back of his neck prickled with interest.  The old duke
would offer a dowry alright; but what kind of dowry would a wizard send? 
The ducal envoy bowed slightly in response to the chamberlain's question,
and directed his answer to Nilrim.  "Begging his highness' pardon, but the
Duke did not think his offered dowry was...  appropriate for the eyes of
all the court to see, but for the prince's eyes only."
   The chamberlain scowled, but Nilrim forestalled his reply with a raised
hand.  "The prince is very interested to see this dowry," he said,
indicating with a nod for the envoy to continue.
   The envoy bowed deeply as the portly chamberlain's eyebrows shot up in
surprise, and said, "With the prior permission of her majesty the queen,
the offered dowry has been made ready within your chambers, your highness."
Now Nilrim's eyebrows shot up too.  His aunt was party to this?  She must
be either very taken with the idea of the match, or very confident in this
dowry to sway him.  Or both.
   And with this "dowry" being in his chambers, there was no question as to
the nature of it...  but what sort of concubine would a wizard offer him?
His cock began to firm up slightly within his trousers, becoming clearly
visible to any who looked his way, but he neither noticed nor cared.  He
stood up out of the throne and announced, "This court is dismissed until...
such time as I return."
   There were many amused nods from the crowd.  Several courtiers had
caught the meaning of this "dowry" too, and knew that the prince's
conquests could take some time to be over.  Ignoring the sputtering of the
chamberlain, the crown prince left the audience chamber.  The last thing he
noticed, before ducking into a corridor, was the confident expression of
the Duke Feldan's daughter, full of expectation for his return.
   The girl had poise and sass, as well as beauty, it seemed.  If this
"dowry" was indeed as amazing as promised, he could maybe, maybe, imagine
getting an heir upon the ducal daughter.  Through the halls, servants stood
aside for him, giving him a wide berth, and knowing by the set of his
shoulders that he was off to another liaison.  A pair of older maids bet a
few coppers on which servant girl or lady-in-waiting was most likely to
turn up pregnant next.
   He was surprised to see the two wizards outside his chambers.  One he
recognized as the court wizard; the other wore House Feldan heraldry.  Both
bowed deeply to him.  The Feldan wizard said, "At great expense and by
fantastic spellcraft, the Duke Feldan has wrought this gift to offer you as
a dowry, O prince." Nilrim held up his hand, cutting him off, and looked at
the court wizard, who nodded.  Satisfied, the prince dismissed them and
marched into his bedchamber.
   Gold and jewels were strewn everywhere - on the floors, on the tables
and railings, even floating in the bubbling pool out on the balcony - but
the prince's eyes were drawn instantly to his large, luxurious bed.  It had
been made up with perfumed red silks, and gold coins were splayed upon it.
   And atop the sheets, lounging lazily in the midst of wealth and excess,
lay a nude young girl, staring at him with a look so smoldering it made his
toes curl and his fat cock give an almighty twitch in his breeches, tenting
them immensely.  The girl licked her lips hungrily, and purred, spreading
her slender young legs to offer him a teasing look at her girlish charms.
   Nilrim was so taken with the perfection of her slim little prepubescent
body - girlish, childlike, with satiny pale flesh that begged to be fondled
and ravished, visibly hard pink nipples, and a smooth pink slit between
perfect young thighs - that he didn't notice her more unusual nature at
first.  Great ram's horns curled up from her temples above an adorably
freckled face into the crimson mass of her hair, out of which poked long
pointed ears.  A golden tiara was set upon her forehead, and a thick golden
chain - affixed to an ornately jeweled collar around her neck - was
fastened to a new emplacement in the marble wall beside his bed.
   "A devil!" he gasped.  He had an enormous, raging hard-on now, and even
his loose trousers seemed almost painfully tight.
   She smirked, and said in a kittenish little-girl voice that was laced
with very adult, sultry tones, "A devil princess, if you please, Master,
enslaved to be your little toy."
   Nilrim eyed her.  "I don't believe any wizard could actually bind a
royal devil against her will.  You could escape any time you wanted,
couldn't you?"
   She shrugged.  "No, but I could have avoided the binding itself had I
wanted." She patted the bed beside her invitingly, favoring him with a
smoky gaze.
   He followed her gesture, and lay beside her, deliberately letting his
thick throbbing erection rub against her leg through his trousers.  "Why
didn't you?" Her scent was sweet and spicy at once, the natural wondrous
scent of a little girl with the pheromones of a bitch in heat.
   She idly ran her fingers along his arm, sending goosebumps of
anticipation shivering through his skin, and replied, "My sister rules a
sadistic court.  I would prefer a more...  sensual destiny.  I have been
watching you for some time, you know, Master." She flicked an unusually
long tongue out of her mouth, as if tasting his musk in the air.  "And when
that fool of a wizard thought to bind me, I willingly answered his
conjuration magicks."
   The young devil girl, his personal slave princess, leaned to whisper in
his ear with a breathlessly lustful voice.  "And I willingly bind myself to
you, Master, offering my virgin body to you to take and to ravish, however
you please, as often as you please."
   Nilrim's cock burst free of his breeches with a loud ripping of fabric,
treating the girl to her first sight of his immense turgescence.  His dick
was a tall, slightly curved rod, pulsing deep red.  Fat as her arm and just
as long, its length rippled with bulging veins each the thickness of her
little finger.  A dollop of clear precum the size of a marble beaded upon
his cockknob, and the slave princess' eyes lit up with an almost feral
hunger.  She nearly dived right upon it with her mouth wide, but the prince
caught her.
   "Oh, no, little toy," he answered her pout with a crooked smirk.  "We're
going to do this my way." He stood up off the bed and picked her up by her
horns - a shudder of pleasure ran through her little body, treating him to
the sight of an ecstatically writhing devil girl shivering excitedly at the
display of his strength - and lowered her to the floor.  "Upon your knees,"
he commanded.
   "Yes, Master!" she grinned eagerly.  She stretched her jaws so wide that
a thin trail of slobber drooled down her chin, but she didn't bother to
wipe it away.  Nilrim pulled at his torn trousers and ripped them
completely away, revealing his plump, swollen balls churning with cum
beneath his cockstalk.
   With one hand grasping her chain, and the other steadying her by a grip
on her horn, the prince shoved his massive fuckstick into her face.  Her
moaned breath was cut off by the massive cockhead plugging up her mouth,
and Nilrim grunted as he pulled on her horn and chain and pushed his hips
forward, forcing his girth within her hot, wet, tight virgin mouth.
   The slave princess' eyes rolled back in their sockets, and she make
little sucking noises upon the tip of his cockknob as fresh drool lathered
her chin.  She was eagerly pushing herself forward, trying to take his
manhood, and then with a heave, his entire cockhead popped inside her lil
mouth.  Her pillowed fuck-me lips, stretched into thin pale pink lines,
clamped down around his cock crown like a silken vise.
   Every muscle in Nilrim's body seized up for an instant with the
intensity of the pleasure, her hot mouth wrapped lovingly around the tip of
his babymaker, and in the throes of that intensity, he pushed forward and
pulled back once more, pressing his cockknob against the tight swallow of
her young virgin throat.
   "MMMMNNNGGGHNNGHHH!" The virgin devil girl was shaking with the
uncontained ecstasy of taking her Master's cock down her gullet and all but
impaled herself on his spear trying to swallow him down.  Nilrim grunted
like a wild beast as he slammed forward again, forcing his thick pulsing
shaft down her even hotter, tighter throatcunt.  Her neck bulged out, his
fat throbbing cockveins visible as outlines as she swallowed and glucked on
the huge invader skewering her fuckhole.
   Her hands scrabbled on the base of his shaft for purchase, stroking and
fondling his balls and ridged veins.  Her eyes - slightly glazed with lust
- beckoned at him, begging him for more.  The prince gave it to her,
stuffing his little slave princess full of what she'd always craved and
never known it.  Inch by inch he pounded his piston deeper into her
facecunt as she guzzled and slurped noisily on his fat pipe.
   Her drool was dribbling nonstop now, coating what little of his shaft
remained without her mouth, and her lips clutched on him, as if sucking
more of that massive shaft inside her mouthtwat.  With a final great heave
of his hips and a primal yell that could be heard throughout half the
castle, Nilrim slammed his piledriver balls-deep inside his lil fucktoy's
facehole.
   The fit was so tight that the slightest clench of her throat upon his
length sent spikes of euphoria sizzling up and down his cock, and her
little body almost flopped a little with every incredible twitch and throb
of his gigantic dick.  She was moaning lewdly, like a little tavern whore,
suckling and slurping with a will even as her eyes crossed from the
pleasure.  Nilrim could feel every quaver of pleasure that wracked her
little virginal form, and it only enhanced his own pleasure as he began
slamming his cock in and out of her throat with loud wet smacks that
reverberated through her body.
   Her every muscle locked up around his cock then, and a low guttural
shriek moaned itself out of her belly around his pole as she began to
thrash frantically, juicing hard and obviously experiencing the very first
climax of her life.  She glucked on his cock for dear life as orgasm after
orgasm crashed through her.  And all the while her Master relentlessly
pounded his fucktool in and out of her throatpussy.
   Nilrim roared his pleasure in a wordless yell of passion and lust as he
began dumping his load inside her throat.  Hot, thick splurts of his
fertile, babymaking jizz jetted inside her throat in torrents, painting her
insides white with his seed.  His grip on her chain and horn clenched, and
he pulled her face into his crotch, mashing her face into his sweaty, musky
crotch curls as he spunked over and over inside her wildly climaxing
little-girl body.
   She took it all, juicing again and again as she swallowed on his thick
trunk and guzzled down every last drop of his cum.  Her body shook,
practically vibrating with the combined force of her continuous orgasms and
his hips slamming into her face, and her nonstop moaning thrummed up his
cock as they cummed together, joined by lust and heat and sweat in an
orgiastic throatfuck of princely royal Master and willing royal slave.
   When the seemingly endless gesyers of his cum blew their last blasts
down her mouthcunt and his balls were drained, they slowly came back to
themselves, his cock still planted deep inside her throat where it
belonged. The sun, visible out through the balcony, was much lower in the
sky.  Sweat poured down Nilrim's back as he panted, and the devil princess
murmured her moans around his cock, gently glucking, milking him for every
last drop.
   He pulled out of her, despite her eagerly horny swallows begging him for
more, and his cock came free of her throat with a lewd plopping squelch. 
His dick was drenched in her slobber and his cum, and she fondled it
adoringly with her small little hands.  "Fuck me, Master, please!" she
almost sobbed with need, laying back and spreading her young legs to bare
her sopping wet, puffened, reddened crack.  She humped her hips desperately
up at him, needing his manhood to plow her virgin fuckhole wide open and
fertilize her little breeding womb.
   Nilrim relished the power he held over her, and his cock was already
firming up once more.  "Soon," he promised.  "First, I owe an answer." He
threw on a spare pair of trousers, and marched out of his chambers back
down the corridors.  Pages passed the word that the prince was done with
his gift - at least for now - and by the time he returned to the audience
chamber, most of the court had gathered once more for him.
   The smell of sweat and arousal, both masculine and feminine, was strong
on him, an unmistakable odor that wafted through the hall and heated the
flesh of many a young maiden, be they noble or servant.  Everyone looked at
him expectantly, from the chamberlain to the serving girl whom he still
planned to bed at some point.  The envoy from Duke Feldan was holding his
breath, but the wizard's daughter merely smiled languidly at him, very sure
of herself.
   Nilrim said nothing, but strode right up to the young, barely pubescent
girl and took her in his arms, pressing a hot, steamy kiss to her plump
virgin lips, a kiss that turned her into a puddle of liquid lust in his
arms.  Gasps and titters rose from the crowd, especially as the prince
extended the kiss beyond any sense of propriety.  At last he pulled back
with a smirk, and the duke's daughter gasped for breath, dazed with desire,
her eyes unfocused.
   Nilrim said not a word, but turned and marched right back to his
bedchambers to fuck his devil slave princess for the first of many, many,
many times.
   **********
   DISCLAIMER: This is always implicit in my stories, but let me make it
explicit.  I in no way condone any sexual or illegal activities with minors
in real life.  In real life, young boys and girls are not equipped,
emotionally or mentally or physically, for sexual activity.  My stories,
even those taking place in a 'realistic' setting, are pure fantasy in that
the fictional children inhabiting my stories are completely capable of
mature sexual love and lust.
   COMMENTS: Like many authors, I love hearing positive feedback and
suggestions!  If you like, email me: wonderotica DOT 1 AT gmail DOT com
  
The Dowry