“ You're my advisor damnit, rede me."the muscled beast of a man growled, resting his chin on his hand, his former hand clasping a goblet of wine which he drank from often but seldom seemed less than half full, a handmaiden never far away with a refill for the ageing King.

"Sire, I am your Advisor but I am also your friend…"the younger Advisor spoke, in the gentlest of musical note, his smile wax and patient,"The untested prince is doing just fine, I do not see the issue here."

"He is weak !"the world-beater barked sharply, causing the adviser to take a half footstep back, though his grin remained plaintive,"Yes, he may not suffer your roaring body-build, but-"

"He has his mother 's physique."the baron cut in, his harsh feeling lessened at the quotation of the boy 's mother, since passed.

The Advisor hesitated a breathe, he couldn't really fault the king on that accurate assessment. He recalled the nance in her blossom, slender but with curves to make any man lecherousness, buxom and bright, her middle wide and innocent, though the Advisor knew they had been far from it.

"He has other potency my King, he is healthy, kind, benevolent, polite, well scan, well spoken, the people love him,"the Advisor went on.

"But he. Is. Weak !"repeated the King, aggravation bleeding into his tone.

The Advisor sighed softly and thought for a here and now,"The boy loves to razz ?"he said.

"Yes yes that 's true enough,"the King conceded, no speck of begrudging,"but not for a love of cavalry ! To find the wind through his whisker and to see the beauty of the domain. Pah, as a second son he would get made for a very well statesman and poet. But he is not the second son."

"He will make a fine baron, Sire."

"Unless war should follow to pass off on our country,"his aspect darkened,"which I fear it may."

"Perhaps he could tie a warrior Queen ?"The Advisor suggested.

The King looked at the man, ten days his junior his Advisor had at first base been his Squire in the first war, he had seldom spoken to the boy at showtime but had, after years of campaigning, found he offered sound wiseness in his parole, a brilliantly man, something he often needed to guide on his sword arm.

"Perhaps."The tycoon sighed, taking a drink of his wine-coloured,"But what would his enemy say of him ? He hides back in his castle while he sends his cleaning lady off to war ? Our name would be a laugh stock."

"You have built a secure land sire, your Grandson, born of a warrior faggot would be substantial indeed."

"If they could survive my son 's reign…"the Billie Jean Moffitt King filled in.

The Advisor sighed, sitting on the steps before the throne, his feel becoming more casual,"What were you like, at his age I mean ?"

The top executive reclined and thought back,"I was unassailable, I recall that much, but not because I trained, it was just my body."the Martin Luther King let out a sudden, sharp laugh and his Advisor looked at him, confused but amused at the sudden outburst,"Damnit all you know what ? I loved to paint. I aspired to be a painter ! Me ! Warrior King Born !"he laughed again and his consultant grinned.

"So what turned an aspiring painter into Warrior Billie Jean Moffitt King Born, hm ?"

The King opened his backtalk to speak then hesitated, leaning back in his throne and glancing around, his voice dropping,"Truth be told, I was a bit of a scoundrel."

"Sneaking out ? That kind of thing ?"

The tycoon coughed,"More like er, sneaking in."He caught the consultant look of incomprehension,"... There wasn't a serving girls chambers I didn't at some point in time visit, you see…"

"Oh."

"... .Or the Queen 's sis for that matter."

"Oh…"

"come to suppose of it when my father remarried on the Night of his wedding party he got so drunk he passed out, and his new buxom bride got so smashed she didn't realise it was me who-"

"I think I get the word-painting, Sire."

The King blinked, reminding himself and glancing suspiciously at the inhibition-lowering wine,"Yes. fountainhead. Has the boy… ?"

The advisor shook his head,"Not to my knowledge."

The business leader sighed,"The girls are not interested in him."

"I wouldn't say that your free grace, he is after all a Prince, and while he may not be bulging with muscular tissue they think he is quite a little attractive."

"Then why ?"

"Perhaps he is lacking in self-confidence ? He is, after all, following in your step. He knows what he is just as well as you do."

"That 's true enough."The power sighed, drinking once more from his wine-coloured,"Dash it all, what is there we can do ?"

The Advisor opened his rima oris to speak, then hesitated and shook his head.

The baron narrowed his eyes,"No now, come on my lad. If it's a bad idea I'll say so and not hold you in scorn for it."

The Advisor looked to his King and knew it to be on-key,"We could pay for him to spend a night with a woman."

The Riley B King paused,"That's a bad idea."

"I know."

"Do it anyway."The King grinned.

The Advisor nodded and smiled,"I'll send a guard to fetch a alright woman and bring her-"

"No ! No."The Billie Jean King said, controlling his blowup,"No she must n't be brought here, a whore on castle grounds, imagine the repercussions."

The Advisor thought process for a moment and nodded,"apology father, I was getting ahead of myself."

"You've a tend to do that boy, worry not."Despite the fact that they were both over their fifties, ever since being his squire the advisor was and, he was sure, would always be, ‘ boy ’,"find a tart star sign in the metropolis that is of Worth, toll and discernment. Leave him there for the night and give the crimson ladies statement that despite any… Short giving, that he is to be the best they've ever had. Ask them their price for the service, then pay double."

The Advisor stood and bowed,"As you command, so it shall be."

The king watched as his Advisor and lonesome booster throughout the yr departed his hall and beckoned for a serving miss to bring him more wine.

-- -- -

Prince Ninian sat in the back of the horse-drawn carriage, tempted to glint through the curtains onto the streets of the city, stopped only by his companions watchful gaze. The man with him was his father 's trusted Advisor and a man who, admittedly, the Prince didn't know too well, was well respected for the aid and near lifelong table service he had given to his father.

The Prince was embarrassed, his Father had told him this was a gift, a night of fun as a reward for the procession he had made in his studies, but he knew when his begetter was lying. chance were his Father, a strong man, was himself embarrassed at having a son who, in just another couple of winters would be in his 20th yr without having courted, practically a dirt if it got out.

Lost in the view of his embarrassment he heard a knock on the cap of the rumbling carriage from the driver and the advisor too perked up at the noise.

"We'll be arriving in just a moment. The… adroitness is in a walled courtyard so there are no hypothesis of you being seen arriving or departing. I will be here to amass you five hours after sunrise tomorrow. empathise ?"

The Prince nodded meekly, his eyes averted, the Advisor sighed.

"Listen,"the advisor started, but he checked himself, this wasn't his friend the King he was speaking to,"My Prince, regardless of your tastes,"the Prince made to verbalize but was waved to silence,"whatever they may be, there are some of the most beautiful cleaning lady in the world waiting for you, I know how you feel, I do. But, try and enjoy yourself ?"

The Prince made to mouth, but stopped himself, just nodding. He wasn't gay, he wasn't anything really, he just wanted to sharpen on his subject field and education, not wanting to devote any time to a courtship which he considered to be lengthy, dull affairs. But this at least would be but one night away from his account book and he knew, following it, no one would be able to call him without experience. He looked at the Advisor, the man was unseasoned than his Father and in practically in force wellness, it occurred to him then that it was likely this man would live to serve two Kings.

The Advisor nodded amicably and looked away, but turned back as the Prince spoke, his vox soft and light, feminine without the abruptness of his father,"What is your public figure ?"

The consultant hesitated, no one ever used his name, merely his rubric,"Er, Eogan, Sire."

The Prince nodded and sighed a little,"Eogan… I just wanted to thank you, for your armed service to my Father and to me. It has not gone unnoticed."

Eogan, surprised at the gratitude bowed his head graciously,"Thank you."

"You have a wife ? fry ?"

"Yes, Sire ? Two."

"And they are well ?"

Eogan nodded and the Prince smiled as the coach rumbled to a stop,"Good."

Eogan waited for the number one wood to unfold the door and stepped from the ardent interior into the humans outside, winter was close, a frost on the ground as evening began to set in. He watched as his hereafter King stepped down from the box, his fuzz, long and blonde tied back in a tight ponytail, it was in fashion for men, he knew, but the King disapproved all the same.

There was very little similarity between the two as the boy in many way of life took after his female parent, lacking his Father 's strength, brashness, frankness and all-around warrior atmosphere, instead, he was blue, lissome, curved at the rosehip, beautiful more than big according to the women.

What Father and Son did part, however, making no one doubtfulness the boy 's lineage was their oculus. Violet like royal silks they were truly stick, glistening and flecked with gold, only the eldest of the house line bore the heart, a trait the priest said signified their implicit in destiny to rule.

As Ninian stepped from the coach, his breath dangling in the aplomb air he turned, watching as, with a nod, Eogan climbed back up into the baby buggy, closing the door behind him, leaving the Prince almost alone as it began to get out away.

He turned, looking towards the door of the building, a woman standing, leaning against the door, smiling excitedly as she looked him up and down appraisingly.

Swallowing he straightened his rear and stepped towards her, more out of a avidity to get out of the pressing cold than to get in and start the evening 's entertainment.

The woman at the doorway was marvelous, likely in parting to a high pair of heels that she wore, her doll long and her bodice tight, causing her already ample bust to look swelled through the top she wore, silky and beautiful, covered her segmentation and weaponry down to the radiocarpal joint. She had a grin that said she spent most of the day wearing it and line on her grimace that showed her to be in her forties or fifties. Her hair's-breadth was shoulder duration, forgetful than his and prey black with a single White River bar. She curtseyed,"My Prince, we are delighted to have you were with us this evening."

She admired his style, his fine fashion and his recollective hair, but it was his eyes that caught her, so soft and affectionate, as he looked at her, a stranger by all regards, she felt strong, as if she was in the company of a dear friend.

Not knowing what was to total the prince fell back onto protocol, it was, he knew, correct to almost exclusively ignore madam of the night, but given that for tonight he would be their value guest, it seemed proper to treat them as equal.

With this in mind he took her manus in his and bowed to her, kissing it before standing,"Please, given why I have been, ah, sent here this evening, I don't think there 's much penury for the formality of titles… My name is Ninian."

The char flushed with vividness as the royal prince bowed to kiss her hand. Her, her of all people ! She had expected him to be shy and reserved, but it seemed he was in a way hiding his embarrassment and shyness behind a wall of practise etiquette, like a mask.

"Oh you're far too kind Ninian, but don't be surprised if some of the girl stick to calling you, ‘ my Prince ’, they are very ravish to have you visit us… May I ask,"she asked, cautiously and curiously,"Why you picked my governing body in particular ?"

The Prince tilted his head, gently releasing her hand,"I believe my consultant, who prides himself on knowing everything there is to know about this urban center, up until his search to see somewhere suited for me, hadn't heard of you."he smiled,"He took that as a stigma of your discreteness which, I'm sure you understand, is of the utmost importance. And please, do share your beautiful gens ?"

She had to bar herself from biting her lip, she didn't want her lip rouge to mar her Edward Douglas White Jr. smiling, after all,"My public figure is Helena."She thought for a moment about his reasoning, it made common sense, but she wondered if the Advisor had known just why they were so discreet.

As she moved to step inside, beckoning to him with a smile, she realised it didn't really matter, once they got to the fun the Prince's masquerade party would slip and they would see just who he really was.

He stepped inside to the warm embrace of her business firm of ill repute, wine-colored, warm candlelight, silks of Red and purples greeted him along with pictures depicting almost naked cleaning lady of no little beauty.

Draped alluringly across seemingly every piece of piece of furniture and leaning against every wall was a woman, wearing clothes of exquisitely silks and kinds of cotton, bright in coloration and drawing tending to each of their exceptional proudest assets.

He'd never seen such a bounty of womanhood, lewd video display of cleavage, alluring regard and things completely new to him.

Off to the face, gathered around a side threshold were fair sex of colouration, dark-skinned girls wearing deep red and blacks, their eubstance as well-endowed and buxom as the rest, but their skin ranging from a copper glow to an almost sable iniquity.

A woman with cutis almost as black as Night smiled at him, her gleaming teeth and eyes standing out on the otherwise iniquity palette. Conversely, standing to one position was a daughter he saw for a split moment, her clamber seemingly as white as clouds.

Helena's vox caught his attention, but he missed what she had said, so caught up in the perfect middle of all the women.

"Pardon ?"

"I asked which you would wish first ?"Helena smiled, a hand open towards the women.

Ninian let his gaze wander once more over the collected beauties, blonde, brunette, redheader, miss as thin as sticks, curved like goddess'of fertility. He truly had his pick.

He bit his lip before looking towards Helena,"What of the girlfriend I don't plectron ?"

She shrugged,"We have all been paid for, for the evening, they will be waiting, should your desires change."

He frowned a little as he looked around, each doing their outflank to delineate his attention, legs on exhibit, pectus pushed out, they wanted to be the one the prince picked, his low.

He realised in a moment of clarity that whoever he chose, he would disappoint the multitude of others waiting to be picked, and that gave him pause.

They were all exceptionally beautiful, but he knew nothing about them, they were all stranger, yet doubtless, they knew much of him, the royal were hardly afforded much of a private life, every happening depicted object to dish the dirt that bedcover among the people.

"Helena,"he asked, looking towards her,"who would you propose ?"

Helena looked surprised, clearly caught off safety as her sassing opened, then closed, hesitating as she let her eyes shift to the gathered adult female. With a little bit of amusement Ninian noticed that every eye was now on the woman and not himself.

"You,"she said after a pause many of the womanhood instantly relaxing their poses, many looking slightly frustrated, as she singled out a single woman with her gaze"come take the Prince to the set chamber."

His eyes were drawn to a single miss who stepped forward, her hair retentive and sleek, raven black, her skin honied, like she spent a good deal time in the sun and her stature less intimidating than many of the others, slender with a lowly bust and around his own height.

Her grin was beautiful, emanating her victory as she reached out for his hand.

Graciously he took it and, before he could speak, she tugged him towards her, leading him by the deal past the charwoman who were now speaking in flabby whispers, talking about the one who had, in their words, ‘ won him ’.

He passed through corridors of door, each belike leading to bedrooms of varying opulence that in some ways rivalled his own castle, it made him rum as to what made them so pop that they could afford the luxuriousness this place seemingly offered.

"Er, my public figure is Ninian, what is yours, fair noblewoman ?"he asked, feeling a little rising anxiety, until this point he had been able to employ his statecraft, addressing crowds, dealing with what had essentially been diplomacy, but now, as he was led through the building by his buxom fellow, her white meat bouncing with each hurried step in her bodice he realised he was now in a more intimate one on one scenario where he was expected to… Perform.

She looked over her berm at him and grinned, her teeth perfectly white and straight,"Oh I know who you are, my Prince, my name is Cherry."she blew him a candy kiss with her cherry coloured lipstick and winked as she paused at a threshold, opening it and stepping inside.

Inside was a warm interior, tea cosy but not cramped inside, a table and chairman near a heavily shuttered window, fruit and wine on the table, the absolute majority of the room dominated by a spacious looking bed.

As his eyes scanned the way he heard the door click behind him, he turned to see her stepping around, an almost predatory smirk on her full backtalk,"Is your name really cherry tree ?"

She stepped to the table, collecting two goblets and skillfully filling them with all right red wine-coloured. She hesitated only briefly at the question, glancing over at him as she shook her head,"No, my Prince."

"Then what is ?"he asked, standing straight, formally.

"Would you not prefer to just know me as Cherry ? And we can go about discovering your lustfulness and I can go about sating them…"she stepped towards him, every movement erotic, the sway of her hips, the flicker of her eyelashes, the tenuous smirk she always wore.

"I would prefer to know the initiative person I…"

"Bed ?"she offered, pushing the wine into his hand.

He took a sip to steady his mounting nerves,"Ah, quite. Anyway, I would prefer to know them, the real them."

"That is the opposite of what we typically do, my Prince, people come here to populate out fancy, we are whoever they want us to be, collaborator, devotee, girlfriends… No one wants who we really are."

He eyed her questioningly.

"I could be a princess for you, a woman from foreign lands come to seek the Prince of her heart,"she said with soft lustful words, moving to sit on the bed, crossing one leg over the former, her skirts riding up immodestly, but not enough to display her virtue.

"But what are you really ?"he asked.

"A womanhood called Lucia who has been paid very well to ensure you leave satisfied."she said, candidly.

That was his care and she expertly read his expression, she laughed, a strong fertile sound.

"Oh, my Prince ! You think because you have paid for this divine service we are being forced into this ?"she grinned and patted the bed beside her. He hesitated but moved to link her. After he had sat she scooted closer to him,"I would have paid my spirit nest egg for ten minutes with you."

He took another yearn crapulence of his wine-coloured and looked ahead, the girl so close to him he could find her warmth against his arm, though she wasn't touching him,"Why do you guess Helena picked you ?"he asked.

He felt her fingertips on his chin, turning his head to face her, her eyes were a beautiful blueing, scanning over his face as she smirked, examining him,"Mm, you have the most beautiful eyes, I've never seen violet eyes before, they're striking… And those little scrap of gold… God's, I could look into your eyes all day,"she smiled,"and I think… I think it was because capital of Montana recognised your shyness."she upended her wine, draining it in a single long drink and, after a here and now 's hesitation, he followed cause.

She took the goblet from him and placed both on the floor as he spoke,"What does my shyness have to do with her choosing you ?"he pressed, his voice soft.

"Because I am beautiful, sure-footed, forward and a great kisser, here, let me prove you…"

His middle went wide as a hand trailed around his neck, cupping his head as she leaned in, tilting her head and parting her sass, holding him, he couldn't wrench back, he'd never kissed a woman before and he felt his middle stop in the instant, had she not been gently holding him he likely would've pulled back, but stuck as he was, he had nowhere to go but forward.

He closed his eyes as her mouth met his, voiced and plush, warm and full they bumped against his own, meeting and pressure, he hadn't known what to gestate, his nub fluttering in his pectus. He had expected a spark, something new, something deception. But it wasn't like that, it was base, intense, animalistic.

It felt too hot, taste strange, too intrusive and was uncomfortably bizarre, and, oddly, he wanted more. He leaned forward, mimicking her actions, her lips parting and ending as they kissed, dull and gentle, her manus, as he stopped resisting, slid down slightly to his shoulder, urging his own hands forward.

He moved his custody to her waistline, feeling the warmheartedness of her skin and the softness of her flesh under her bodice as her helping hand caressed over him, she was moreish, the more he kissed her the more he wanted, her breather coming out recreate, her desire rising faster than his own, she was, after all, making out with the gorgeous Prince of the Din Land and knew what she was looking forward to.

Without deepening the kiss she pulled back, his lips following her a fraction of the way, eliciting a giggle from her,"You like to kiss me hm ?"

"It's ah, a a lot nicer experience than I thought it would be,"he admitted.

"Mm, charming words…"she teased playfully and, as he parted his rim to defend himself she kissed him once more, her tongue slipping between his lips, wet and agile, he let out a surprise little noise but responded well, his lingua mingling with hers, exploring one another, he was unskilled but delightful all the same, her own illusion being fulfilled one by one.

She rested one hand on his thigh as the other took his hand, urging it up her waist to cup her full breast through her bodice, the curve filling his handwriting as she suckled on his tongue, urging him to do the same to hers, as she liked it.

His paw cupped and squeezed at her tit, aegir for Thomas More as they made out, her hands moving behind herself to begin unlacing her top.

Ninian panted softly as she once more broke the candy kiss, her bodice coming away to be discarded on the story, she grinned proudly as she pushed her chest up and forward, her hand once again lacing around his neck to take out him in and down, pressing the swell of her breast to his face.

The sensation was one of warmheartedness and silken softness, her breasts full and enticing, she urged her thorax forward, her hand guiding him he found the heaviness of her overeat teat pressed to his lips.

With a moan Cherry tilted her school principal back, his lips finding her pap, one hand moving to cup and massage the bare chest he was working on, his other paw tracing the smoothen skin of her back.

He suckled like a babe, inexperienced in the manner of lovemaking but the pleasance it brought her was vivid all the same,"A-ah, use your tongue, swirl and flick."she instructed and, lament to pleasure her, he obeyed, his tongue working in behind circles, his face pressed against the softness of her flesh.

She cooed gently at the pleasure and arched her back, digit tracing through his pilus, finding the clasp that held his ponytail in post and working it disembarrass, letting his blonde pilus flow down his back as her mamilla tingled pleasantly.

Running her fingertips through his hair, admiring the silkiness she felt herself swelling in her panties beneath the affray of her wench, it wouldn't be long, she knew, before she would be showing, so, with some indisposition, she pushed him back from her chest of drawers, his eyes opening to look up at her, Cherry finding herself momentarily caught in those gold-flecked violet eyes.

"W-what next ?"he asked, voice soft and athirst, the auditory sensation bring Cherry back with a blink.

"Ah, well, this is where thing get a little complicated…"she bit her lip and enjoyed the look of incomprehension on his face, Helena had told all the female child prior to his reaching that regardless of who he picked, they had one alternative subject to them should all others fail. Blackmail the Prince. Threatening him with the spreading of rumours that the Prince frequented an establishment where all the girls were, well, packing more than pink wine, would undoubtedly hurt the crown. But as Cherry looked into his beautiful, selfless gaze, she knew that would only be a close repair for her.

"What if I told you that, you could seriously fulfill every bingle girl here tonight, what would you say ?"she queried, plainly, her hand on his.

"I er, I would say that even royal house has its limits… I do n't eff what mine are exactly but I hardly think that-"

"Well, you can. You, my Prince, can devote every single woman here an climax they've only ever fantasised about, you can make them lust after your body, desire you, necessitate you, each and every one,"she promised, her representative sincere.

"How ? How would I even start ?"he said, clearly disbelieving.

She shrugged a little,"Just by having an spread out mind, by being caring and selfless, by not judging us for what we have but for who we are."

He shook his point slightly,"I don't understand, but I promise you I… I want you, cerise, Lucia. How can I give you that pleasure ? show me."

She nodded some and slipped off her hound, moving to digest in front of him,"Just remember, you can fix dozens of women have the best time of their life tonight, okeh ?"

He nodded a trivial, hesitant and unsettled, but determined to agitate forward.

She nodded too and moved to straddle him, forcing him to slant back on his elbows on the bed, looking up at her, past the dude of her bare breasts to her moist full back talk. Slowly she urged herself forward, kneeling across him, her fingers under her dress to conjure up it slightly, her cock already knockout and absolve from her panties, only her full ballock held in the lacing fabric.

Her cock was a modest five in, curving up slightly, not too thick but not slender either, she watched him curiously, a aspirer expression set on her brass as the Prince stared, wide-eyed at her member.

"Y-you…"

"Yes. We all do,"she said softly.

He looked up at her, the uncertainty written across his face.

"Don't think about it, just think about me, you want me to finger full, don't you ?"

He nodded a fiddling and swallowed, looking back down, his expression softening,"What… What do I have to do ?"

"Whatever you want to sweety… You can touch it, stroke it, kiss it, suck it, hinge upon it…"she winked playfully, with their position, her cock only a few inches from his face the answer wasn't quite so complex.

He leaned forward and kissed it, just under the tip where she was most sensitive, instantly Cherry let out a loving, encouraging moan, only slightly accentuated for his attention.

He looked up at her, urged on by her passionate noises as he lips travelled up and down the bottom of her smooth slam, experiencing the odd texture and enjoying her moans, sultry and large with desire.

With one deal holding her dress up, the early moved to lace through his hair, cupping his head and pulling it towards her cock.

Slowly she bumped the eager tip of her member against the pocketbook of his lips, his beautiful eyes flicking up briefly to seem at her over the clotheshorse of her breasts, her look was one of lust, eyes half-lidded, impudence flushed a warm rose, this woman needed him, needed what he could give her.

Cherry let out a deeply moan as her hips ever so slowly nudged her hips forward, her cock pushing between the density of his unsealed lips into the wet heat of his mouth.

He hadn't been sure what to await, shame and embarrassment maybe, but neither of these presented themselves, instead he only felt a warmth in his chest, a pleasant tone brought on by the closeness of the feeling.

Noticing his want of dissent she began to gently sink her duration into the embrace his sass offered, speaking softly as she did, small whispers interspersed with her moans, urging him on,"That 's amazing… Ah, just like mmm, that. No teeth, good, yes… Try moving your tongue around the ah ! Yes, perfect…"

cherry let out the softest of sighs and tilted her head back, allowing herself a minute to just enjoy the moment, the man who would one day be her B. B. King, a offspring beauty of grace and renowned for his kindness, had his lips wrapped around her hammer, was working to bring her pleasure, was swirling her tongue in a way that made her toes curl. She drank it all in.

Before long, though, eager to get to the main effect, she pulled back, her cock freeing from his lips with a satisfying pop. She giggled a little at the noise and he blushed, smiling a little, shy but glad to see just how much she was enjoying herself.

"So…"she paused, giving him a sultry look as she shuffled forward, forcing him to lay on his back, subtly tugging her scanty aside so her smooth ball rested on his lips as she moved them back and Forth River, pursuing her own lips in a kiss to motivate him to do the same, she purred, feeling him obligate her full ball,"Do you think you 're ready to do what you came here for ?"she asked, slowly stroking her slick length.

"Mmm ?"

"To lose your virginity,"she said softly, working her fingerbreadth up and down her shaft.

He hesitated a moment, his reddish blue middle on hers, his lip on her sack, he nodded.

She nodded too and swung her leg over him and off, standing up by the side of the bed and hooking her thumbs under the hem of her bird and panties, about to tug them down when she paused,"Uh… Hey ?"

"Y-yes ?"he asked, a little meek, his smiling warm and inviting as he slowly sat up, hands moving to his chest, he had been about to unbutton his shirt.

"So, like, my skillful acquaintance was really, really eager to be picked. It was all she was talking about."

"Oh,"he said softly, the second push button undone, her center flicking briefly down towards his chest,"I'm sorry ?"

She glanced back up,"You do n't bear to be… I mean… She could get together us, after all, you know what to do with your sassing and, do you like boob ?"She said, grinning softly as she pushed her own forward, he blushed and nodded,"hers are a good deal enceinte, should I, you know ? Go get her ?"

"Um, okay ?"he said, really not for certain how to reject, or even if he really wanted to.

She grinned and nodded, leaving him to unbutton her shirt as she stepped from the way, brazenly and without covering herself up.

He set his shirt aside, his legato thorax on show, smooth and flawless without hair's-breadth and with only a little muscleman definition he was a pot to behold

it took barely any time until he heard her returning to his room, her voice soft, almost a whisper as she approached,"... And he totally did too… Shh."

He looked up towards the doorway, just catching the tail end of whatever Cherry had been saying as she poked her head around to look at him, smiling as she reentered, her eyes shamelessly scanning over his bare chest. As she did, leaning in from behind was a slightly magniloquent cleaning lady, curved like a winding river with hide as pale as Milk, her middle were pink and finespun, her hair not grey like the elder, but platinum, like strands of moonlight woven into silk.

They stared at each other, each equally as stunned. He'd never in his spirit seen nor heard of a little girl like this catching only a coup d'oeil of her when he had first entered, he had seen pallid lady friend before, often with red hair, but this was something different he realised.

As Cherry sauntered forward, seemingly oblivious to his astonishment he saw that she was wearing a sheer silk top that reached her thighs, as white as nose candy, matching her skin shade, her heavyset thighs and hanker legs on display. Her dead body was curved, her bust, as cherry red had promised, much fuller than hers, her low cut top displaying a generous measure of cleavage.

"Uh, hi ?"he ventured, meekly.

Cherry grinned,"Breathtaking isn't she ? An albino, I'm told, dunno how it works but she's pretty cute ! You should see her dick too."

"What's your name ? ..."he asked, voice diffused as she sauntered towards him, a smirk on her pale lips, any physical composition she was wearing light to match her cutis tone.

"Luna."Her voice was patrician and quiet.

He glanced at cherry tree and she nodded,"No, yeah that 's actually her name cutie."

He looked up at Luna who moved to straddle his lap, placing the flatbed of her palm against his chest, admiring the softness of his skin as she examined the dish of his galactic eyes. For his part he got lost in hers, the light pink, almost blending with the white of her eyes, her pupils standing out as deep abyss'in the otherwise bright orbs.

"So, my Prince,"she bit her lip and leaned forward,"are you going to suck my cock for me ? ..."

He blushed, but given his already existing experience and her unbelievable beaut, his trust had grown.

"I am,"he said simply and her smile was beaming, eyes glinting with joy as she leaned forward, their sass met and he quickly joined her in a deep kiss, her appreciation visible light and fruity, her touch eager and silken.

Forgetting for a present moment of Cherry's comportment he focused solely on Luna, his paw moving to tug down the chest line of her nighty, the bountiful quantity of cleavage it had had on show growing until it fell loose, her heavy white meat spilling free, hanging low under her breast. She lowered herself down so her full phase of the moon eyeball rested on his bare dresser, warm and soft against him.

She urged him to follow her up the bed, turning as they went so he found himself lying atop of her. Looking up at her as he broke the went kiss, he let his back talk trail down, following Cherry's counselling from before to kiss down over Luna's neck, marveling in the pallor of the beautiful woman, kissing lower and lower till he found his face between her chest, each of her hands supporting them, offering them up to him like a talent which he imbibed in eagerly.

He kissed as the subdued anatomy of each breast, eliciting soft coo's from her light vocalisation, he found his way to each of her already erect pap, their darker skin tone still lighter than his own body.

He felt her shuffle, realising she was lifting the hem of her top, her grin playful and wanting.

He lowered himself, fingertips trailing down over her skin, her head relaxing back against the pillows as she lay, thigh spread, her manus relaxing from her breast letting sombreness take their natural core on her boastfully chest, pulling her titty down and to the side slightly, not full and high on her pectus as he had expected, not that it bothered him.

He kissed down her belly and leaned up, glancing down to see her cock, resting semi-hard against her body, recollective than Cherry's and just as midst, again what drew his attention was just how pale and light it was.

After sparing a glance up at her he leaned down, pressing his backtalk to the underside of her cock, drawing out a moan.

As his sassing worked up and down her shaft he felt hands on his waist, remembering cherry red he felt as she unlaced his pant, working them down with his unmentionable over his hip joint and down his second joint, revealing his cheeks to her.

"Wow, your ass is amazing."he heard cherry red compliment as her hands sank into the flesh of his cheeks, parting them as she leaned up.

"Oh, I-"

"Shhh…"Luna whispered, a mitt wrapping around the base of her shaft to heft it to his lips, tapping it against them as he felt a cool liquid trickle over his Virgin hole.

He had expected more ceremony, more ritual, but they were too needy and he was too willing.

With his centre on hers, he lowered his head, feeling the tip of her stopcock spread his sassing which he sealed tight around her. Slowly he urged his headland down, closing his eyes as she began to repeat his action mechanism from before, sucking, licking, being mindful of his teeth.

"A-ah, Cherry, oh you taught him well…"

cherry giggled softly as she rubbed her dick across his delicate pickle, lubricating her shaft as her hired hand toyed with his brass,"I hardly taught him anything, he's a natural, oh god Luna you should find his hair, I don't know what they use to wash out with up in the palace but it's divine."

Luna followed the prompting and ran her finger's breadth through his lock chamber of long whisker, letting out an appreciative groan,"Gods it's so soft ! I'm jealous, hows his ass ?"

"Mm I'll tell you in just ..."she lined the tip of her shaft up with his ass and gripped it with one hand, starting to advertise forward,"a…"she pushed forward, putting an increasing amount of pressure on his virgin superstar,"Moment !"she gasped as the tip of her cock opened him up, the tip slipping into the incredibly close star of his ass,"Ooooh fuck."

Ninian let out a loud whine around her cock, jerking forward, though it didn't lessen the amount of cock she had in him as she followed him down, Luna's shaft gagging him as he pressed forward, a wet choke escaping his pharynx as both womanhood moaned.

Gripping his hips she held him, allowing him to get used to the girth of her pocket-size length as Luna held him to her cock, stifling her protestation with her pale meat.

bit passed and, impatient, cherry began to bring her hips slowly forward and backwards, urging the Prince to take more and more.

He whimpered and groaned, but didn't move to stop either of them, wanting to persevere through the pain as Luna spoke cherubic nothings to him,"Just like that, take up my shaft, ah, you should see cerise, she's completely lost in how good your ass feels… Just relax for her okay ? Let her have her fun, it'll kickoff to feel good soon, I promise."

He did his unspoiled to decompress, focusing instead on the blanch stunner's cock in his oral fissure, his eyes up and on her, one paw holding his point, guiding his attempt as he loved on her, her other lifting and massaging one of her heavy breasts.

cherry was slow down but instant, before long her cock was sawing deeply in and out of him, albeit slowly, her hands pawing at his cheeks, squeezing and exploring as she fucked him, his virginity long lost now.

"G-god, I'm close,"he heard cherry tree purr and Luna gave her a bemused smirk.

"Mm, scant electrical fuse ?"

"A-ah, I already had my prick sucked,"she argued,"t-that, and this is ah, fucking, Prince Ninian,"she laughed then, piano and surprised,"fuck Luna, I'm fucking Prince Ninian. I took his moral excellence, me !"

Luna smirked and looked back to the Prince, stroking his hairsbreadth as Cherry's gait quickened, her hips bouncing against his cheek as she took him, her breath becoming laboured as she stared down at him, watching his body bounce on her cock.

He sucked on Luna's length, the heat of his wet sass rolling up and down her length as he felt Cherry tense suddenly, pushing forward, her steely length hardening and pulsing inside him, her moans growing as she gasped, her finger's breadth digging into his cheeks.

He arched his back, still pleasuring the stopcock between his lips as, he realised with sudden clarity, cherry red continued what had to be her sexual climax inside of him.

He felt her dick pulse several more times, her bloomers softening as she relaxed, bending over to relax, her chest resting on his back, her cock oceanic abyss within him, her encumbrance spent within the Prince of the realm.

"Oh, oh god…"she gasped, her weapons system wrapping around his waist, squeezing him in a quick hug, slowly, she withdrew and moved away, leaving him with Luna, not able to front back at her with her cock between his sass,"A-ah, I need to go refresh myself, I'll be, ah, a second."

He heard her padding barefoot from the room, his aid fully on Luna now, his regard curious, expecting her to ask cerise's place. But she merely shook her point and winked playfully.

Closing his eyes he focused on sucking her peter, accepting his fate with them this evening, pleasuring their prick, getting them off, he found himself wanting to go through the sensation of her climaxing between his lips.

"Ah, lacing, please do."Luna said.

He looked up at Luna, not understanding and felt a couple of men on his cheek, a tool between them, thick and half hard.

The vocalization that came back was deep and new,"He seems to be such a good little boy."

Luna grinned and nodded,"Oh he is."

He started to pull up, wanting to appear around, but Luna shook her head once more,"Nuh-uh, you don't need to see who's fucking your ass, my Prince, all that thing is you let them, do you sympathise ?"

He couldn't response, but he didn't need to.

His heart rolled back and he closed them as he felt the new cock, belonging to a stranger, commence to stretch his no longer virgin hole, Cherry's cum offering a fresh source of lube as the thicker peter, still half concentrated began to enroll him, his new lover grunting softly as she began to rut at him.

"Whoa Lace, go well-off on our darling guest, he's new to all this."Luna chastised gently, though she was smirking as his consistency shook, taking her cock in rhythm method to the one pushing in and out of his blotto ring.

"shtup that, do you recognise how many girls are waiting ?"the voice said, roughly, her footstep quickening as her peter hardened, pushing deeper into his ass, exploring new territory with each thrust,"And it's not like we only have one rung each, you know."

Luna pouted her pallid lips then shrugged,"Fair."

"Mm ! So stop being so selfish with his oral fissure, huh ?"

"okay okay…"Luna let out a soft sigh and shifted her placement, making it easier to thrust into his mouth.

He felt the distance sawing in and out of his dead body, filling and stretching him with their decidedly unfeminine supernumerary, the detrition, the bouncing, the gliding and the panting becoming a familiar adept in his inexperienced body.

"No no, like this !"he heard the representative behind him say, fingers wrapped in his whisker, tugging him up to his hand and stifle, her cock popping disengage of his sass, allowing him a whimpering gasp.

Finding the opportunity to speak, he opened his rima oris,"Who-mm !"

"He's a talker."Luna apologized as she knelt, her cock sliding back between his lips, gliding across his tongue and deeply into his mouth.

"Not for long he wo n't be."the stranger commented as the two of them pawed at his body, groping, squeezing, massaging and fucking, laying into him with a mounting passion.

His fingers clawed at the sheets, his toes curling as the room began to resound with the noise of flesh on form, the dick filling his ass thick and pulsing deep within him, the pain a distant store, the pleasance new and intense.

His whimpering around her cock helped to raise the rousing of both his collaborator, enjoying the sounds he made as they fucked him, the woman behind him displaying a lack of mercifulness and an abundance of long suit as she squeezed his waist and hammered into his ass, the squeezing milking sensations of his tight ass around a thick cock.

"A-ah, amount on, we can't restrain the girls waiting."Luna panted, gripping his caput tighter as she looked down at him, picking up her tread, watching as her pale cock slid between his pout mouth, rubbing the sensitive underside of her tip against his clapper, feeling herself drawing close.

"Uh, yesssss…"Lace hissed as she squeezed his waist, jerking her rosehip forward with vim, their dead body slapping together roughly, his ass tingling with an intense regalia of emotions, his body tiring from the strength of her efforts.

exertion sheened on his pelt as they ploughed into him, his breathing place coming out ragged between hard thrusts as he heard their moans increase, Lace squeezing him harder, Luna squirming, ineffectual to stay still, her hands constantly running through his head.

Luna came first, a sudden, herculean outburst without preliminary, her finger's breadth tightening in his fuzz painfully as the initiatory spurt of seed, hot as fire landed on his lingua, coating it and forcing him to see the musky appreciation,"A-ah ! Keep your lips tight around it Prince ! And take back everything !"

With his middle clenched shut he obeyed, his oral fissure closed just behind the jacket crown of her cock, lingua pressed to it as she gripped his nous with one hand, the other stroking her slick shaft, milking her cum out onto his tongue.

He swallowed as his mouthpiece filled with her nitty-gritty, her panting dire, temperamental as she spent her load in the Prince.

Lace grunted and rammed her hip joint forward, Ninian could vaguely sense her midst shaft throbbing deep within him, filling him with her cum, as he swallowed and was bred he couldn't help but wonder what the womanhood behind him looked like as she emptied her balls in his butt.

In a prospicient, easy movement both Luna and lace withdrew their softening cocks from his tire body.

After wobbling for a bit he collapsed onto his side, panting hard, his optic closed, as he became aware of the sudden emptiness in his mouth and ass. What had been the norm for all of his life now felt oddly uncomfortable.

He felt a finger and thumb hold his cheek, turning his head upwards, his wholly body rolling so he laid on his back.

His eyes fluttered exposed to face into the deep brown eyes just a few inches away, the charwoman, with short black hair, curled and only an inch or so long, her skin a chocolate brown grinned gently before kissing him, deep and brief, tasting Luna's seed before parting and patting him on the nerve, speech production in a recognisable tone.

"Mm, thanks for the drive, babe."Lace said with a wink, before pulling away and standing.

As she withdrew from his vision he saw the shades around him. To his left hand and powerful miss stood all around him, naked, hard, ready.

"Uh…"

They descended on him and he arched his back, men fell upon his body, gripping and squeezing, moving his physical structure to the centre of the bed, he felt his legs raised up, placed over a pair of unattackable shoulder joint as a dick was pressed between his cheeks.

He opened his mouth to resist and watched as a cleaning lady above him fed a light thick rooster between his lips, stretching them and pressing forward, filling his mouth as a heavy pair of orb pressed against his face.

He struggled to pass off around the invasion, the cock below already pounding his ass, bouncing his body on the hunky-dory silks of the bed with each thrust, he moved his hands to clench at the sheets, but distracted elsewhere hadn't noticed his fingers were now wrapped around slick barb, which he squeezed, eliciting moan, sucking, fucking and stroking, he lay, a toy to the charwoman who had claimed him as their prize.

Hands groped and caressed, countless woman of every soma, size and aim enjoying his soundbox in all manner of shipway, he wanted to move, wanted to speak, wanted to take part, but being pulled every which way limited how lots he could do.

His mouth was filled, time and time again with duncical throbbing shafts, his back talk puffed and sore, his back talk sticky with cum, replaced occassionally by a hard tit on which he played or an eager tongue with which he danced, his helping hand always wrapped around jibe, small 1, huge I, some starting diffuse, others ending that way after R-2 of cum had landed across his dresser, chased by the tongue of other eager girls, his mamilla, like the missy he played with, were licked, sucked caressed and nibbled playfully on, his own cock seeing paw and backtalk as young woman vied to play with him in any way.

He was unsure how many times he had cum, aware only of the mounting exhaustion, his ass too was constantly full of cock, every new invader leaving a gift deep within him, paving the way for the side by side neophyte to luxate easily into the hot wet embracing of his hole that, up until mere hours ago had been virginal, but now could take the magnanimous among them, and there were some monstrosity out there.

At one period he had felt something energy into his throat, hands moving around his neck opening, caressing and squeezing, giggling as girls felt the outline of the monolithic cock that was fucking his pharynx, his imagination swim, only able to make out the two weighty clump swaying time and metre again into his brass, the smooth orbs as fateful as night.

As his mitt squeezed weakly at a twosome of prick, one new and just solidifying, two script guiding his up and down the length, his early working a pocket-sized cock with three digit, his stage high on the articulatio humeri of another char, her length plowing him, he watched as those fleshy orb pressed against his eyes nose and forehead.

As they stayed there, twitching against his face, his exhaustion peaking, his breath short-circuit with no boulevard to refresh his lungs he marvelled how in among all these steely cocks, just how soft everything was.

-- -- -

Eogan stood, men on his hip as he again knocked on the door, his patience fleeting and his anxiety ascent. He had been stood out here in the cold for ten minutes waiting for a response.

"Little Phoebe more minutes."he told himself, shivering as he looked back towards the coach,"Five Sir Thomas More minutes and I knock down the door."

"Mm but it's such a passably door…"Came a outwear voice and he turned, surprised to chance capital of Montana standing in the doorway.

He opened his rima oris to speak, then hesitated, his mouth ending as his brow furrowed, drinking in the sight.

Helena wasn't dressed as she had been when he had arrived, her alluring but minor reporting signifying her as the mistress of the business firm, instead, she wore a shirt. The Princes shirt. It ran long on her, hiding her virtue, but he was trusted it was all she wore. She had a dishevelled look to her hair and by the rings under her heart, she had barely slept.

"He… The Prince. He picked you ?"he said, knowing it was rude to sound so unbelieving, but he said it nevertheless, fortunately, she didn't tone offended.

"Mm, after he had sampled the joy of many of the early missy,"Helena confirmed, her voice heavy with satisfaction.

"... Many of them ?"Eogan asked, for clarification.

"Ah, I misspoke."Helena said and Eogan nodded, exhaling.

"For a second there I thought you meant-"

"I meant all of them,"Helena affirmed.

Eogan stared.

"... Sir ? Are you alright ?"Helena asked, a smirk on her wax, lipstick smudged lips.

"I. You. He. What ?"

She laughed softly and he shook his drumhead, continuing,"No, wait, you're telling me the Prince, Prince Ninian,"he added, as if to reaffirm they were talking about the same Prince,"Satisfied every peeress in your…"

"Not exactly,"she said, waiting just long enough for him to get down to smile before she continued,"He saw to most of the women twice, personally I got him three times."

Eogan's jaw dropped,"I… I must see him."

Helena pursed her rim,"You don't think he is safe ?"

He eyed her, seeing in her heart her run-in were truth,"I don't doubt his rubber, but-"

"He is busy with two of my girls. Would you disturb ?"Helena smiled sweetly, stretching one arm up the door.

"He… He must recall to the palace."Eogan said, a picayune weakly.

Helena pouted,"Mm, but you paid doubling our rate as I recall, so I don't think it would be fair to hand the Prince…. One more than day and night of our pleasure ? No supernumerary toll ?"

"But… But the King said…"

capital of Montana gently placed a digit to his sass,"Yes yes the baron said this and said that,"she tilted her headway and smiled,"what will he say when he learns his son sated an full brothel for two whole night ? To such an extent the whores, paid for sex, gave him their second nighttime for free."

Eogan was again left speechless, he knew without a doubt the top executive would be elated. It would likely be the first rumour about Ninian he would actually endorse spreading.

"I thought so too. Now, run along would you ? I'm missing the fun…"she blew him a kiss, and, after waiting just a moment to see if he would respond, shut the room access, walking through the corridors, the smell of sex drawing her in. Another day would cave in them time for a few more rounds with the Prince and time besides to clean him up to return. She smiled.

Eogan pausing only briefly to stare at the closed doors, the audio of feminine moaning, gasping and panting echoing briefly from the establishment turned his spine, cheeks flushed and, no longer feeling the cold, returned to the Palace where, that very Nox, a very laughable King held a very unstinted banquet to celebrate the Prince, despite his very obvious absence .