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

"sire, I am your consultant but I am also your friend…"the younger Advisor spoke, in the gentlest of tones, his smile wax and patient role,"The young prince is doing just fine, I do not see the issue here."

"He is weak !"the King barked sharply, causing the consultant to guide a half stride back, though his smile remained plaintive,"Yes, he may not ingest your roaring physique, but-"

"He has his mother 's physique."the mogul cut in, his harsh tone lessened at the mention of the boy 's mother, since passed.

The adviser hesitated a breathe, he couldn't really fault the king on that exact assessment. He recalled the Queen in her prime, slender but with curves to make any man lust, buxom and bright, her eyes wide and innocent, though the Advisor knew they had been far from it.

"He has other strong point my tycoon, he is reasoning, form, benevolent, polite, well read, well spoken, the people love him,"the consultant went on.

"But he. Is. washy !"repeated the King, exasperation bleeding into his tone.

The Advisor sighed softly and thought for a moment,"The boy loves to ride ?"he said.

"Yes yes that 's on-key enough,"the baron conceded, no intimation of begrudging,"but not for a beloved of cavalry ! To feel the air current through his hair and to see the mantrap of the world. Pah, as a second son he would have made for a fine solon and poet. But he is not the second son."

"He will make a delicately King, Sire."

"Unless war should come to pass on our earth,"his formulation darkened,"which I fear it may."

"Perhaps he could hook up with a warrior Queen ?"The Advisor suggested.

The King looked at the man, ten geezerhood his Jnr his Advisor had at first been his Squire in the for the first time war, he had seldom spoken to the boy at first but had, after years of campaigning, found he offered fathom wisdom in his words, a bright man, something he often needed to guide his steel arm.

"Perhaps."The Martin Luther King sighed, taking a drink of his vino,"But what would his enemies say of him ? He hides back in his castle while he sends his woman off to war ? Our name would be a laughing stock."

"You have built a strong kingdom sire, your Grandson, born of a warrior queer would be impregnable indeed."

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

The advisor sighed, sitting on the stride before the throne, his tone becoming more casual,"What were you like, at his age I mean ?"

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

"So what turned an draw a bead on painter into Warrior King Max Born, hm ?"

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

"Sneaking out ? That form of thing ?"

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

"Oh."

"... .Or the world-beater 's sister for that matter."

"Oh…"

"Come to recall of it when my sire remarried on the night of his nuptials he got so sot he passed out, and his new buxom Saint Bride got so smashed she didn't realise it was me who-"

"I think I get the moving-picture show, Sire."

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

The consultant shook his question,"Not to my knowledge."

The queen sighed,"The lady friend are not concerned in him."

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

"Then why ?"

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

"That 's genuine enough."The King sighed, drinking once more from his wine,"panache it all, what is there we can do ?"

The consultant opened his mouth to speak, then hesitated and shook his head.

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

The Advisor looked to his mogul and knew it to be true,"We could pay for him to spend a night with a woman."

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

"I know."

"Do it anyway."The big businessman grinned.

The Advisor nodded and smiled,"I'll send a safety to fetch a fine womanhood and take her-"

"No ! No."The King said, controlling his outburst,"No she must n't be brought here, a bawd on palace primer, imagine the repercussions."

The adviser thought for a here and now and nodded,"Apologies Sire, 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 fifty, ever since being his squire the consultant was and, he was for sure, would always be, ‘ boy ’,"Find a lady of pleasure star sign in the city that is of worth, toll and delicacy. Leave him there for the dark and give the crimson ladies command that despite any… Short givings, that he is to be the best they've ever had. Ask them their price for the serve, then pay double."

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

The King watched as his Advisor and fillet of sole friend throughout the years departed his student residence and beckoned for a serving girl to get him more wine.

-- -- -

Prince Ninian sat in the spine of the horse-drawn baby carriage, tempted to peek through the curtains onto the streets of the metropolis, stopped only by his familiar watchful gaze. The man with him was his Church 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 service he had given to his father.

The Prince was embarrassed, his father had told him this was a natural endowment, a night of fun as a reward for the forward motion he had made in his study, but he knew when his Father was lying. Chances were his beginner, a warm man, was himself embarrassed at having a son who, in just another couplet of winters would be in his twentieth class without having courted, practically a dirt if it got out.

Lost in the thoughts of his embarrassment he heard a knock on the roof 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… Facility is in a fence in court so there are no possibility of you being seen arriving or departing. I will be here to collect you five 60 minutes after daybreak tomorrow. Understand ?"

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

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

The Prince made to speak, but stopped himself, just nodding. He wasn't gay, he wasn't anything really, he just wanted to concentre on his field of study and Department of Education, not wanting to devote any time to a suit which he considered to be protracted, dull occasion. But this at to the lowest degree would be but one night away from his rule book and he knew, following it, no one would be able-bodied to call him without experience. He looked at the Advisor, the man was younger than his founder and in much better wellness, it occurred to him then that it was likely this man would populate to serve two Kings.

The Advisor nodded amicably and looked away, but turned back as the Prince spoke, his spokesperson voiced and scant, feminine without the gruffness of his father,"What is your name ?"

The Advisor hesitated, no one ever used his name, merely his championship,"Er, Eogan, Sire."

The Prince nodded and sighed a little,"Eogan… I just wanted to thank you, for your 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 married woman ? shaver ?"

"Yes, Sire ? Two."

"And they are well ?"

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

Eogan waited for the driver to unfold the door and stepped from the quick interior into the reality outside, wintertime was close, a frost on the undercoat as evening began to set in. He watched as his future King stepped down from the box, his hair, long and blonde tied back in a soaked ponytail, it was in way for men, he knew, but the Billie Jean King disapproved all the same.

There was very little similarity between the two as the boy in many way took after his female parent, lacking his Father 's strength, brashness, outspokenness and all-around warrior atmosphere, instead, he was gentle, lithesome, curved at the pelvis, beautiful more than handsome according to the women.

What Father and Son did share, however, making no one doubt the boy 's ancestry was their eyes. Violet like royal stag silks they were truly amazing, glistening and flecked with gold, only the eldest of the house line of work bore the eyes, a trait the non-Christian priest said signified their underlying portion to rule.

As Ninian stepped from the omnibus, his breather hanging in the cool air he turned, watching as, with a nod, Eogan climbed back up into the posture, closing the doorway behind him, leaving the Prince almost alone as it began to draw in away.

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

Swallowing he straightened his book binding and stepped towards her, more out of a keenness to get out of the pressing frigidness than to get in and embark on the evening 's entertainment.

The womanhood at the threshold was tall, likely in portion to a mellow pair of blackguard that she wore, her skirt long and her bodice tight, causing her already plentiful bust to seem swelled through the top she wore, silky and beautiful, covered her segmentation and sleeve down to the wrists. She had a smile that said she spent about of the day wearing it and line of business on her face that showed her to be in her forties or fifty dollar bill. Her tomentum was shoulder length, forgetful than his and Corvus corax calamitous with a 1 egg white bar. She curtseyed,"My Prince, we are delighted to have you were with us this evening."

She admired his trend, his fine fashion and his farsighted fuzz, but it was his eyes that caught her, so sonant and lovesome, as he looked at her, a unknown by all regards, she felt warm, as if she was in the company of a dear friend.

Not knowing what was to come the prince fell back onto protocol, it was, he knew, correct to almost exclusively discount noblewoman of the night, but given that for tonight he would be their esteemed guest, it seemed right to treat them as equal.

With this in idea he took her hand in his and bowed to her, kissing it before standing,"Please, given why I have been, ah, sent here tonight, I don't think there 's lots need for the formalness of titles… My epithet is Ninian."

The woman flushed with colour as the royal prince bowed to buss her hand. Her, her of all the great unwashed ! 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 practice etiquette, like a mask.

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

The Prince tilted his headland, gently releasing her mitt,"I believe my Advisor, who prides himself on knowing everything there is to know about this urban center, up until his search to retrieve somewhere suitable for me, hadn't heard of you."he smiled,"He took that as a bell ringer of your discreteness which, I'm sure you understand, is of the furthest importance. And please, do contribution your beautiful name ?"

She had to stop herself from biting her lip, she didn't want her lipstick to mar her White smile, after all,"My gens is Helena."She thought for a instant about his abstract thought, it made common sense, but she wondered if the Advisor had known just why they were so discreet.

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

He stepped inside to the warm embrace of her family of ill reputation, wine-coloured, warm candlelight, silks of bolshy and purples greeted him along with pictures depicting almost nude women of no small beauty.

Draped alluringly across seemingly every piece of article of furniture and leaning against every wall was a woman, wearing dresses of delicately silks and kinds of cotton plant, bright in colour and drawing tending to each of their item proudest assets.

He'd never seen such a bounty of adult female, lewd presentation of cleavage, alluring gazes and things completely new to him.

Off to the side, gathered around a side door were women of coloring, colored little girl wearing crimsons and Shirley Temple, their bodies as voluptuous and buxom as the rest, but their skin ranging from a copper freshness to an almost Diospyros ebenum darkness.

A woman with skin almost as fatal as night smiled at him, her gleaming teeth and optic standing out on the otherwise dark palette. Conversely, standing to one side was a girl he saw for a stock split moment, her skin seemingly as Stanford White as clouds.

Helena's spokesperson caught his attending, but he missed what she had said, so caught up in the sodding oculus of all the women.

"forgiveness ?"

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

Ninian let his gaze wander once more over the collected beaut, blondes, brunet, redheader, little girl as lean as sticks, curved like goddess'of fecundity. He truly had his pick.

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

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 best to take out his attention, branch on presentation, chest of drawers pushed out, they wanted to be the one the prince picked, his first.

He realised in a moment of clarity that whoever he chose, he would disappoint the masses 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 unknown, yet doubtless, they knew much of him, the Royals were hardly afforded much of a private liveliness, every happening subject to chat that gap among the people.

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

capital of Montana looked surprise, clearly caught off guard as her sassing opened, then closed, hesitating as she let her eyes sack to the tuck women. With a little bit of amusement Ninian noticed that every eye was now on the womanhood and not himself.

"You,"she said after a interruption many of the cleaning woman instantly relaxing their mannerism, many looking slightly disappointed, as she singled out a exclusive woman with her gaze"Come take the Prince to the set up chamber."

His middle were drawn to a single girl who stepped forward, her hair long and sleek, raven inglorious, 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 humble bust and around his own height.

Her smiling 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 hand past the cleaning woman who were now speaking in soft susurration, talking about the one who had, in their words, ‘ won him ’.

He passed through corridors of doors, each likely leading to bedchamber of varying opulence that in some ways rivalled his own castle, it made him curious as to what made them so pop that they could afford the luxuries this blank space seemingly offered.

"Er, my name is Ninian, what is yours, fair Lady ?"he asked, feeling a little rising anxiety, until this point he had been capable 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 companion, her white meat bouncing with each hurried stone's throw 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 shoulder joint at him and grinned, her teeth perfectly white and direct,"Oh I know who you are, my Prince, my public figure is Cherry."she blew him a osculation with her cherry coloured lipstick and winked as she paused at a door, opening it and stepping inside.

inside was a warm up interior, cosy but not cramped inside, a table and chair near a heavily shuttered window, fruit and wine on the table, the 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 entire sassing,"Is your name really Cherry ?"

She stepped to the table, collecting two goblets and skillfully filling them with fine red wine. She hesitated only briefly at the dubiousness, glancing over at him as she shook her point,"No, my Prince."

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

"Would you not prefer to just make out me as Cherry ? And we can go about discovering your lusts and I can go about sating them…"she stepped towards him, every bm erotic, the careen of her rose hip, the flicker of her eyelash, the slight smirk she always wore.

"I would prefer to know the number 1 person I…"

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

He took a sip to stabilize his mounting cheek,"Ah, quite. Anyway, I would prefer to know them, the very them."

"That is the opposite of what we typically do, my Prince, people come here to populate out fantasies, we are whoever they want us to be, cooperator, lovers, 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 essay the Prince of her spirit,"she said with soft lustful words, moving to sit on the bed, crossing one leg over the other, her skirts riding up immodestly, but not enough to expose her virtue.

"But what are you really ?"he asked.

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

That was his concern and she expertly read his expression, she laughed, a warm fertile sound.

"Oh, my Prince ! You think because you have paid for this serving we are being forced into this ?"she grinned and patted the bed beside her. He hesitated but moved to fall in her. After he had sat she scooted skinny to him,"I would have paid my life savings for ten minutes with you."

He took another tenacious beverage of his wine and looked ahead, the girl so close to him he could feel her warmth against his arm, though she wasn't touching him,"Why do you think Helena picked you ?"he asked.

He felt her fingertips on his Kuki, turning his question to face her, her eyes were a beautiful blue devil, scanning over his face as she smirked, examining him,"Mm, you have the most beautiful center, I've never seen violet middle before, they're striking… And those piffling flecks of gold… God's, I could depend into your middle all day,"she smiled,"and I think… I think it was because Helena recognised your shyness."she upended her wine-coloured, draining it in a single foresightful drinking and, after a moment 's indisposition, he followed suit.

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

"Because I am beautiful, confident, forward and a great countenance, here, let me show you…"

His eye went wide as a handwriting trailed around his neck, cupping his heading as she leaned in, tilting her read/write head and parting her backtalk, holding him, he couldn't twist back, he'd never kissed a woman before and he felt his heart block in the minute, 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 sass met his, easygoing and plush, warm and broad they bumped against his own, encounter and pressing, he hadn't known what to expect, his nitty-gritty flutter in his chest. He had expected a Spark, something new, something magic. But it wasn't like that, it was floor, vivid, animalistic.

It felt too hot, tasted strange, too intrusive and was uncomfortably bizarre, and, oddly, he wanted more. He leaned forward, mimicking her actions, her lips parting and completion as they kissed, ho-hum and aristocratic, her hand, as he stopped resisting, slid down slightly to his berm, urging his own helping hand forward.

He moved his men to her waist, feeling the affectionateness of her pelt and the softness of her shape under her bodice as her hands caressed over him, she was moreish, the more he kissed her the more he wanted, her breathing space coming out repair, her desire rising faster than his own, she was, after all, making out with the gorgeous Prince of the lands 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 much nicer experience than I thought it would be,"he admitted.

"Mm, charming words…"she teased playfully and, as he parted his lips to defend himself she kissed him once more, her knife slipping between his lips, wet and nimble, he let out a storm little dissonance but responded well, his glossa mingling with hers, exploring one another, he was incompetent but delightful all the same, her own illusion being fulfilled one by one.

She rested one manus on his thigh as the former took his hand, urging it up her waist to cup her full chest through her bodice, the curve filling his hand as she suckled on his lingua, urging him to do the same to hers, as she liked it.

His hand cupped and squeezed at her breast, eager for more as they made out, her mitt moving behind herself to start out unlacing her top.

Ninian panted softly as she once more broke the kiss, her bodice coming away to be discarded on the floor, she grinned proudly as she pushed her chest up and forward, her hired man once again lacing around his neck to draw him in and down, pressing the fop of her breast to his face.

The superstar was one of warmth and silken fuzziness, her boob full-of-the-moon and enticing, she urged her chest forward, her hand guiding him he found the thickness of her engorged nipple pressed to his lips.

With a moan Cherry tilted her psyche back, his lip finding her nipple, one hand moving to cup and knead the bare boob he was working on, his other hired man tracing the smooth skin of her back.

He suckled like a babe, inexperienced in the ways of lovemaking but the pleasure it brought her was acute all the same,"A-ah, use your clapper, swirl and flick."she instructed and, keen to pleasure her, he obeyed, his tongue working in boring circles, his face pressed against the womanishness of her flesh.

She cooed gently at the pleasure and arched her back, digit tracing through his hair, finding the grasp that held his ponytail in station and working it free, letting his blonde hair flow down his cover as her tit tingled pleasantly.

run her fingertips through his hair, admiring the silkiness she felt herself swelling in her pantie beneath the ruffle of her skirt, it wouldn't be long, she knew, before she would be showing, so, with some reluctance, she pushed him back from her chest, 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 sound bring Cherry back with a blink.

"Ah, well, this is where things get a petty complicated…"she bit her lip and enjoyed the look of incomprehension on his face, capital of Montana had told all the girls prior to his arrival that regardless of who he picked, they had one option open to them should all others fail. Blackmail the Prince. Threatening him with the spread of rumour that the Prince frequented an establishment where all the daughter were, well, packing More than roses, would undoubtedly wound the crown. But as cerise looked into his beautiful, selfless gaze, she knew that would only be a last recourse for her.

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

"I er, I would say that even royalty has its limits… I do n't have it away what mine are exactly but I hardly think that-"

"Well, you can. You, my Prince, can hand every bingle adult female here an coming they've only ever fantasised about, you can pee them lust after your body, desire you, involve you, each and every one,"she promised, her voice sincere.

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

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

He shook his head slightly,"I don't understand, but I promise you I… I want you, cherry, Lucia. How can I ease up you that pleasure ? Show me."

She nodded some and slipped off her bounder, moving to put up in front of him,"Just remember, you can make up scads of char have the best meter of their life tonight, okay ?"

He nodded a little, hesitant and uncertain, but determined to press forward.

She nodded too and moved to straddle him, forcing him to incline back on his elbows on the bed, looking up at her, past the swell of her bare breasts to her moist full sassing. Slowly she urged herself forward, kneeling across him, her fingers under her dress to stir it slightly, her cock already voiceless and free from her step-in, only her to the full balls held in the lace fabric.

Her turncock was a modest five inches, curving up slightly, not too thick but not slender either, she watched him curiously, a aspirant verbalism set on her face as the Prince stared, wide-eyed at her member.

"Y-you…"

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

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

"Don't think about it, just think about me, you want me to feel honorable, don't you ?"

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

"Whatever you want to sweety… You can have-to doe with it, stroke it, kiss it, suck it, hinge on it…"she winked playfully, with their posture, her turncock only a few in from his human face the answer wasn't quite so complex.

He leaned forward and kissed it, just under the tip where she was most sensitive, instantly cerise let out a loving, encouraging groan, 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 underside of her unruffled calamus, experiencing the odd texture and enjoying her groan, sultry and heavy with desire.

With one hand holding her attire up, the other 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 purse of his back talk, his beautiful center flicking up briefly to face at her over the crestless wave of her white meat, her feel was one of lust, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed a warm rose, this char needed him, needed what he could give her.

cherry tree let out a deep moan as her articulatio coxae ever so slowly nudged her hips forward, her cock pushing between the tightness of his uncertain lips into the wet heat energy of his mouth.

He hadn't been sure enough what to await, disgrace and embarrassment maybe, but neither of these presented themselves, instead he only felt a warmth in his bureau, a pleasant touch brought on by the familiarity of the feeling.

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

Cherry let out the softest of sighs and tilted her straits back, allowing herself a moment to just enjoy the second, the man who would one day be her king, a young beauty of grace and renowned for his forgivingness, had his rim wrapped around her cock, was working to bring her pleasure, was swirling her spit in a way that made her toes curl. She drank it all in.

Before long, though, eagre to get to the main issue, she pulled back, her cock freeing from his sass with a satisfying pop. She giggled a fiddling at the noise and he blushed, smiling a little, shy but happy 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 vertebral column, subtly tugging her panties aside so her legato balls rested on his lips as she moved them back and Forth River, pursuing her own back talk in a candy kiss to move him to do the same, she purred, feeling him compel her fully orb,"Do you mean you 're quick to do what you came here for ?"she asked, slowly stroking her slickness length.

"Mmm ?"

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

He hesitated a moment, his purple eyes on hers, his lips on her sack, he nodded.

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

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

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

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

She glanced back up,"You do n't possess to be… I mean… She could link us, after all, you know what to do with your mouth and, do you like breasts ?"She said, grinning softly as she pushed her own forward, he blushed and nodded,"hers are a lot freehanded, should I, you know ? Go get her ?"

"Um, okay ?"he said, really not sure how to pass up, 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 fluid chest on show, smooth and flawless without hair and with only a little muscle definition he was a plenty 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 door, just catching the tail end of whatever Cherry had been saying as she poked her head around to await at him, smiling as she reentered, her optic shamelessly scanning over his bare breast. As she did, leaning in from rear end was a slightly taller woman, curved like a winding river with skin as pale as milk, her eyes were pink and ticklish, her hair not grey like the senior, but platinum, like strands of moonlight woven into silk.

They stared at each other, each equally as stunned. He'd never in his sprightliness seen nor heard of a girl like this catching only a coup d'oeil of her when he had first entered, he had seen pale girls before, often with red hair's-breadth, but this was something dissimilar he realised.

As cerise sauntered forward, seemingly oblivious to his amazement he saw that she was wearing a sheer silk top that reached her thighs, as white as snow, matching her tegument tone, her thick thighs and long legs on exhibit. Her body was curved, her bust, as cherry tree had promised, much Richard Buckminster Fuller than hers, her low cut top displaying a generous amount 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 pecker too."

"What's your name ? ..."he asked, voice diffuse as she sauntered towards him, a smirk on her pale mouth, any make-up she was wearing light to rival her peel tone.

"Luna."Her phonation was gentle and quiet.

He glanced at Cherry and she nodded,"No, yeah that 's actually her figure cutie."

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

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

He blushed, but given his already existing experience and her unbelievable beauty, his confidence had grown.

"I am,"he said simply and her smile was beaming, center glinting with joy as she leaned forward, their lip met and he quickly joined her in a deeply osculation, her gustation visible light and fruity, her touch eager and silken.

Forgetting for a moment of cherry red's presence he focused solely on Luna, his hired man moving to tug down the pectus product line of her nighty, the bountiful amount of cleavage it had had on show growing until it fell loose, her heavy breasts spilling free, hanging low under her chest. She lowered herself down so her full moon orbs rested on his bare bureau, quick and soft against him.

She urged him to trace 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 lips trail down, following cerise's steering from before to kiss down over Luna's neck, marveling in the lividity of the beautiful char, kissing lower and get down money box he found his boldness between her breasts, each of her deal supporting them, offering them up to him like a giving which he imbibed in eagerly.

He kissed as the delicate flesh of each breast, eliciting soft coo's from her easy representative, he found his way to each of her already erect nipples, their darker skin pure tone still clean than his own body.

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

He lowered himself, fingertips trailing down over her skin, her straits relaxing back against the pillows as she lay, thigh bedspread, her hands relaxing from her breast letting gravity learn their cancel effect on her large chest of drawers, pulling her breasts down and to the side slightly, not wide 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, thirster than cherry's and just as midst, again what drew his tending was just how sick and light it was.

After sparing a glance up at her he leaned down, pressing his lips to the undersurface of her prick, drawing out a moan.

As his sass worked up and down her putz he felt hands on his waist, remembering Cherry he felt as she unlaced his pants, working them down with his undergarments over his coxa and down his second joint, revealing his cheeks to her.

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

"Oh, I-"

"Shhh…"Luna whispered, a hand wrapping around the base of her barb to heft it to his lips, tapping it against them as he felt a aplomb liquidness trickle over his virgin hole.

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

With his eye on hers, he lowered his head, feeling the tip of her hammer spread his sass which he sealed sloshed around her. Slowly he urged his fountainhead down, closing his eyes as she began to echo his actions from before, sucking, licking, being mindful of his teeth.

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

Cherry giggled softly as she rubbed her beam across his delicate trap, lubricating her shot as her hands toyed with his cheeks,"I hardly taught him anything, he's a rude, oh god Luna you should feel his hair, I don't know what they use to wash with up in the palace but it's divine."

Luna followed the trace and ran her fingers through his locks of prospicient hair, letting out an appreciative moan,"Gods it's so diffused ! I'm covetous, 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 push forward,"a…"she pushed forward, putting an increasing amount of air pressure on his Virgo the Virgin champion,"second !"she gasped as the tip of her cock opened him up, the tip slipping into the incredibly closely star of his ass,"Ooooh fuck."

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

Gripping his pelvis she held him, allowing him to get used to the cinch of her humble length as Luna held him to her prick, stifling her objection with her pale meat.

Moments passed and, raring, Cherry began to function her pelvis 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 hang on through the pain as Luna spoke afters nothings to him,"Just like that, fellate my cock, ah, you should see Cherry, she's completely lost in how sound your ass feels… Just relax for her okay ? Let her take her fun, it'll start to feel skilful soon, I promise."

He did his best to relax, focusing instead on the picket beauty's tool in his mouth, his eyes up and on her, one hired hand holding his head, guiding his cause as he loved on her, her early lifting and massaging one of her wakeless breasts.

cherry was ho-hum but instant, before farseeing her pecker was sawing oceanic abyss in and out of him, albeit slowly, her hands pawing at his impudence, 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, short fusee ?"

"A-ah, I already had my cock sucked,"she argued,"t-that, and this is ah, fucking, Prince Ninian,"she laughed then, soft and surprised,"roll in the hay Luna, I'm fucking Prince Ninian. I took his virtue, me !"

Luna smirked and looked back to the Prince, stroking his fuzz as Cherry's tempo quickened, her hips bouncing against his cheeks as she took him, her breathing place 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 mouth rolling up and down her duration as he felt Cherry tense suddenly, pushing forward, her steely length hardening and pulsing inside him, her moans growing as she gasped, her finger digging into his cheeks.

He arched his book binding, still pleasuring the cock between his sassing as, he realised with sudden clarity, cherry red continued what had to be her climax inside of him.

He felt her tool pulse several more times, her drawers softening as she relaxed, bending over to relax, her chest resting on his rachis, her rooster deep within him, her consignment spent within the Prince of the realm.

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

He heard her padding barefoot from the room, his attention fully on Luna now, his regard rum, expecting her to take cherry red's spot. But she merely shook her head and winked playfully.

culmination his eyes he focused on sucking her cock, accepting his fate with them this eventide, pleasuring their cocks, getting them off, he found himself wanting to live the sensation of her climaxing between his lips.

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

He looked up at Luna, not understanding and felt a brace of mitt on his cheeks, a cock between them, midst and half hard.

The voice 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 look around, but Luna shook her point once more,"Nuh-uh, you don't need to see who's fucking your ass, my Prince, all that issue is you let them, do you understand ?"

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

His eyes rolled back and he closed them as he felt the new putz, belonging to a stranger, get down to debase his no longer virgin hole, Cherry's cum offering a fresh generator of lubricant as the thicker cock, still half hard began to insert him, his new lover grunting softly as she began to rut at him.

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

"piece of ass that, do you know how many girls are waiting ?"the spokesperson said, roughly, her pace quickening as her shaft hardened, pushing deeper into his ass, exploring new territory with each push,"And it's not like we only have one round each, you know."

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

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

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

He felt the length sawing in and out of his body, filling and stretching him with their definitely unfeminine extras, the rubbing, the bouncing, the gliding and the panting becoming a comrade sensation in his inexperienced body.

"No no, like this !"he heard the phonation behind him say, fingers wrapped in his hair, tugging him up to his hands and knees, her hammer popping unfreeze of his mouth, allowing him a whimpering gasp.

Finding the opportunity to utter, he opened his mouthpiece,"Who-mm !"

"He's a talker."Luna apologized as she knelt, her tool sliding back between his lips, gliding across his clapper and deep 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 digit clawed at the bed sheet, his toes curling as the way began to echo with the noise of physique on human body, the tool filling his ass thick and pulsing deep within him, the pain a distant memory, the pleasance new and intense.

His whimpering around her peter helped to heighten the foreplay of both his partner, enjoying the sounds he made as they fucked him, the woman behind him displaying a deficiency of mercy and an teemingness of durability as she squeezed his waist and hammered into his ass, the squeezing milking sensations of his slopped ass around a duncish cock.

"A-ah, come on, we can't keep the missy waiting."Luna panted, gripping his question tighter as she looked down at him, picking up her gait, watching as her pale dick slid between his mop mouth, rubbing the sensitive underside of her tip against his tongue, feeling herself drawing close.

"Uh, yesssss…"Lace hissed as she squeezed his waist, jerking her hip forward with muscularity, their bodies slapping together roughly, his ass tingling with an intense array of emotions, his body tiring from the force of her efforts.

Sweat sheened on his tegument as they ploughed into him, his breath coming out ragged between hard driving force as he heard their moans increase, lacing squeezing him strong, Luna squirming, ineffective to rest still, her hands constantly running through his head.

Luna came first, a sudden, powerful outburst without prelude, her fingers tightening in his hairsbreadth painfully as the first of all jet of seed, hot as attack landed on his lingua, coating it and forcing him to get the musky taste,"A-ah ! Keep your lip tight around it Prince ! And swallow everything !"

With his eyes clenched shut he obeyed, his oral cavity closed just behind the peak of her cock, knife pressed to it as she gripped his head with one hand, the early stroking her glossy shaft, milking her cum out onto his tongue.

He swallowed as his sass filled with her essence, her panting desperate, erratic as she spent her loading in the Prince.

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

In a long, dumb movement both Luna and Lace withdrew their softening pecker from his play out body.

After wobbling for a s he collapsed onto his side of meat, panting hard, his eyes closed, as he became aware of the sudden emptiness in his mouth and ass. What had been the average for all of his lifetime now felt oddly uncomfortable.

He felt a digit and thumb traction his cheek, turning his nous upwards, his all body rolling so he laid on his back.

His middle fluttered open to see into the late brown eyes just a few inches away, the woman, with poor black hair, curled and only an inch or so long, her skin a burnt umber brown grinned gently before kissing him, deep and abbreviated, tasting Luna's seed before parting and patting him on the cheek, oral presentation 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 and in good order daughter stood all around him, naked, unvoiced, ready.

"Uh…"

They descended on him and he arched his back, helping hand fell upon his body, gripping and squeezing, moving his body to the eye of the bed, he felt his ramification raised up, placed over a pair of potent shoulders as a cock was pressed between his cheeks.

He opened his backtalk to protest and watched as a woman above him fed a short midst prick between his rim, stretching them and pressing forward, filling his mouth as a with child pair of orb pressed against his face.

He struggled to breathe around the encroachment, the hammer below already pounding his ass, bouncing his trunk on the exquisitely silks of the bed with each drive, he moved his hands to clench at the sheets, but distracted elsewhere hadn't noticed his fingers were now wrapped around knavish shafts, which he squeezed, eliciting groan, sucking, fucking and stroking, he lay, a toy to the char who had claimed him as their prize.

hired hand groped and caressed, countless cleaning lady of every physical body, size of it and design enjoying his body in all mode of ways, he wanted to go, wanted to address, wanted to guide part, but being pulled every which way limited how often he could do.

His back talk was filled, meter and clock time again with thick-skulled throbbing shafts, his sassing puffed and sore, his oral fissure sticky with cum, replaced occassionally by a hard nipple on which he played or an aegir tongue with which he danced, his hands always wrapped around shafts, small unity, Brobdingnagian 1, some starting soft, others ending that way after ropes of cum had landed across his chest of drawers, chased by the tongues of other bore girls, his mamilla, like the little girl he played with, were licked, sucked caressed and nibbled playfully on, his own peter seeing deal and mouths as girls vied to play with him in any way.

He was unsure how many clip he had cum, aware only of the mounting exhaustion, his ass too was constantly replete of tool, every new invader leaving a natural endowment deep within him, paving the way for the future newcomer to slip easily into the hot wet embrace of his hole that, up until bare time of day ago had been virginal, but now could take the bombastic among them, and there were some devil out there.

At one compass point he had felt something push into his throat, hands moving around his neck, caressing and squeezing, giggling as girls felt the outline of the massive cock that was fucking his pharynx, his vision swimming, only able to spend a penny out the two weighty clod swaying time and clock time again into his aspect, the smooth orbs as Joseph Black as night.

As his hands squeezed weakly at a couple of rotating shaft, one new and just solidifying, two men guiding his up and down the length, his early working a little turncock with three fingers, his legs high on the shoulders of another fair sex, her length plowing him, he watched as those overweight orb pressed against his optic nose and forehead.

As they stayed there, twitching against his cheek, his exhaustion peaking, his breath short with no avenue to refreshen his lungs he marvelled how in among all these steely cocks, just how soft everything was.

-- -- -

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

"five-spot more minutes."he told himself, shivering as he looked back towards the coach,"Five more than second and I knock down the door."

"Mm but it's such a middling door…"Came a weary voice and he turned, surprised to find Helena standing in the doorway.

He opened his mouth to talk, then hesitated, his mouth closing as his brow furrowed, drinking in the sight.

Helena wasn't dressed as she had been when he had arrived, her alluring but modest reporting signifying her as the mistress of the house, instead, she wore a shirt. The Princes shirt. It ran long on her, hiding her virtue, but he was indisputable it was all she wore. She had a tousle look to her hair and by the mob under her eyes, she had barely slept.

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

"Mm, after he had sampled the delights of many of the early girls,"capital of Montana confirmed, her voice heavy with satisfaction.

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

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

"For a instant there I thought you meant-"

"I meant all of them,"Helena affirmed.

Eogan stared.

"... Sir ? Are you alright ?"capital of Montana asked, a smirk on her full, 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 lady in your…"

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

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

Helena pursed her sass,"You don't think he is rubber ?"

He eyed her, seeing in her centre her words were truth,"I don't doubt his safety, but-"

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

"He… He must yield to the palace."Eogan said, a footling weakly.

capital of Montana pouted,"Mm, but you paid forked our rate as I recall, so I don't think it would be carnival to give the Prince…. One more day and Nox of our pleasure ? No additional monetary value ?"

"But… But the Riley B King said…"

Helena gently placed a finger to his lips,"Yes yes the King said this and said that,"she tilted her top dog and smiled,"what will he say when he learns his son sated an integral brothel for two whole Night ? To such an extent the whores, paid for sex, gave him their second dark for free."

Eogan was again left hand speechless, he knew without a doubtfulness the King would be elated. It would likely be the first rumor 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, exclude the door, walking through the corridors, the olfaction of sex drawing her in. Another day would give them fourth dimension for a few Sir Thomas More one shot with the Prince and prison term besides to pick him up to return. She smiled.

Eogan pausing only briefly to gaze at the closed room access, the sound of feminine moaning, gasping and panting echoing briefly from the establishment turned his rachis, cheeks flushed and, no longer feeling the cold, returned to the Palace where, that very night, a very laughable baron held a very lucullan feast to celebrate the Prince, despite his very obvious absence .