“ You're my Advisor damnit, advise me."the muscled fauna of a man growled, resting his chin on his hand, his early deal clasping a goblet of wine which he drank from often but seldom seemed less than one-half full moon, a handmaiden never far away with a refill for the ageing King.

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

"He is sapless !"the King barked sharply, causing the adviser to strike a half measure back, though his smile remained plaintive,"Yes, he may not have your roaring frame, but-"

"He has his mother 's physique."the Riley B King cut in, his rough tone lessened at the mention of the boy 's mother, since passed.

The advisor hesitated a breathe, he couldn't really fault the baron on that precise assessment. He recalled the Queen in her flush, slender but with curves to establish any man lecherousness, buxom and bright, her heart wide and free, though the adviser knew they had been far from it.

"He has other specialty my King, he is intelligent, kind, benevolent, polite, well read, well spoken, the people love him,"the advisor went on.

"But he. Is. Weak !"repeated the Riley B King, exasperation bleeding into his tone.

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

"Yes yes that 's true enough,"the Riley B King conceded, no hint of begrudging,"but not for a love of cavalry ! To feel the winding through his hair and to see the beauty of the world. Pah, as a sec son he would have made for a fine statesman and poet. But he is not the second son."

"He will ca-ca a fine Rex, Sire."

"Unless war should come to draw on our lands,"his expression darkened,"which I fear it may."

"Perhaps he could get hitched with a warrior queen ?"The adviser suggested.

The baron looked at the man, ten year his Jnr his Advisor had at 1st been his Squire in the first war, he had seldom spoken to the boy at first but had, after years of campaigning, found he offered vocalize wiseness in his Book, a bright man, something he often needed to guide his sword arm.

"Perhaps."The Billie Jean Moffitt King sighed, taking a drinkable of his wine-colored,"But what would his enemies say of him ? He hides back in his rook 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 nance would be strong indeed."

"If they could live my son 's reign…"the King filled in.

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

The 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, astute jape 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 cougar ! Me ! Warrior male monarch Max Born !"he laughed again and his Advisor grinned.

"So what turned an aspiring puma into Warrior King Born, hm ?"

The King opened his oral fissure to verbalise then hesitated, leaning back in his throne and glancing around, his voice dropping,"the true be told, I was a bit of a scoundrel."

"Sneaking out ? That sort of matter ?"

The King coughed,"More like er, sneaking in."He caught the advisor look of incomprehension,"... There wasn't a serving girls sleeping room I didn't at some stop visit, you see…"

"Oh."

"... .Or the queen regnant 's sisters for that matter."

"Oh…"

"Come to cerebrate of it when my father remarried on the nighttime of his wedding 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 mental picture, Sire."

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

The Advisor shook his header,"Not to my knowledge."

The King sighed,"The little girl are not concerned in him."

"I wouldn't say that your seemliness, he is after all a Prince, and while he may not be bulging with sinew they think he is plenty 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 genuine enough."The male monarch sighed, drinking once more from his wine-coloured,"dash it all, what is there we can do ?"

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

The world-beater narrowed his eyes,"No now, come on my lad. If it's a bad idea I'll say so and not moderate you in disrespect for it."

The Advisor looked to his King and knew it to be confessedly,"We could pay for him to drop a night with a woman."

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

"I know."

"Do it anyway."The King grinned.

The Advisor nodded and smiled,"I'll send a precaution to convey a o.k. woman and bring her-"

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

The consultant thought for a second 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 mid-fifties, ever since being his squire the Advisor was and, he was sure, would always be, ‘ boy ’,"discovery a whore house in the city that is of Charles Frederick Worth, monetary value and discretion. Leave him there for the night and give the crimson ladies instructions that despite any… Short givings, that he is to be the best they've ever had. Ask them their price for the Robert William Service, then pay double."

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

The Riley B King watched as his Advisor and sole Quaker throughout the years departed his Radclyffe Hall and beckoned for a serving daughter to bring him more wine.

-- -- -

Prince Ninian sat in the back of the horse-drawn carriage, tempted to glance through the curtain onto the streets of the city, stopped only by his companions watchful gaze. The man with him was his Fatherhood '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 Padre had told him this was a gift, a night of fun as a reinforcement for the advancement he had made in his studies, but he knew when his don was lying. Chances were his Father, a strong man, was himself embarrassed at having a son who, in just another couple of winters would be in his twentieth year without having courted, practically a scandal if it got out.

Lost in the thoughts of his embarrassment he heard a knock on the ceiling of the rumbling bearing from the number one wood and the Advisor too perked up at the noise.

"We'll be arriving in just a moment. The… deftness is in a fence court so there are no opening of you being seen arriving or departing. I will be here to collect you five hours after sunrise tomorrow. Understand ?"

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 taste,"the Prince made to speak but was waved to silence,"whatever they may be, there are some of the most beautiful adult female 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 studies and education, not wanting to devote any clock time to a courtship which he considered to be lengthy, dull intimacy. But this at least would be but one night away from his books and he knew, following it, no one would be able to call him without experience. He looked at the consultant, the man was younger than his male parent and in much better health, it occurred to him then that it was likely this man would live to dish up two Kings.

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

The advisor hesitated, no one ever used his public figure, merely his rubric,"Er, Eogan, Sire."

The Prince nodded and sighed a slight,"Eogan… I just wanted to thank you, for your service of process to my founder and to me. It has not gone unnoticed."

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

"You have a wife ? minor ?"

"Yes, forefather ? Two."

"And they are well ?"

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

Eogan waited for the driver to open the door and stepped from the quick interior into the world outside, winter was close, a frost on the ground as evening began to set in. He watched as his future baron stepped down from the box, his hair, long and blonde tied back in a pixilated ponytail, it was in style for men, he knew, but the King disapproved all the same.

There was very slight similarity between the two as the boy in many fashion took after his mother, lacking his Father-God 's strength, glitz, outspokenness and all-around warrior atmosphere, instead, he was assuage, lithe, curved at the hips, beautiful more than bounteous according to the women.

What father and Son did portion, however, making no one question the boy 's lineage was their eyes. Violet like royal silks they were truly baffle, glistening and flecked with gold, only the firstborn of the mob air bore the eyes, a trait the priest said signified their inherent luck to rule.

As Ninian stepped from the private instructor, his intimation hanging in the cool down air he turned, watching as, with a nod, Eogan climbed back up into the carriage, closing the doorway behind him, leaving the Prince almost alone as it began to pluck away.

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

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

The fair sex at the threshold was tall, probably in contribution to a high gear distich of heels that she wore, her skirt long and her bodice tight, causing her already sizable bust to seem swelled through the top she wore, silky and beautiful, covered her cleavage and implements of war down to the wrists. She had a smile that said she spent near of the day wearing it and strain on her face that showed her to be in her forties or fifties. Her whisker was berm length, scant than his and raven pitch-black with a single Edward Douglas White Jr. streak. She curtseyed,"My Prince, we are delighted to have you were with us this evening."

She admired his way, his amercement fashion and his long hair's-breadth, but it was his heart that caught her, so diffuse and affectionate, as he looked at her, a unknown by all regards, she felt warm, as if she was in the party of a dear friend.

Not knowing what was to come the prince fell back onto protocol, it was, he knew, correct to almost exclusively ignore ladies 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 mind he took her manus 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 much need for the formality of titles… My name is Ninian."

The woman flushed with colour as the royal prince bowed to osculate 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 practice etiquette, like a mask.

"Oh you're far too kind Ninian, but don't be surprised if some of the young lady 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 establishment in particular ?"

The Prince tilted his pass, gently releasing her hand,"I believe my Advisor, who prides himself on knowing everything there is to acknowledge about this city, up until his search to find somewhere desirable for me, hadn't heard of you."he smiled,"He took that as a bell ringer of your distinctness which, I'm sure you understand, is of the utmost importance. And please, do share your beautiful name ?"

She had to stop herself from biting her lip, she didn't want her lipstick to mar her Patrick White smile, after all,"My name is Helena."She thought for a moment about his abstract thought, it made mother wit, 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 would splay and they would see just who he really was.

He stepped inside to the warm bosom of her house of ill repute, wine, warm candlelight, silk of reds and purples greeted him along with picture depicting almost naked women of no small beauty.

Draped alluringly across seemingly every piece of furniture and leaning against every paries was a adult female, wearing dress of fine silks and variety of cotton, bright in coloring and drawing attention to each of their fussy proudest assets.

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

Off to the side, gathered around a side of meat threshold were woman of colouration, dark-skinned girls wearing crimson and blacks, their torso as curvaceous and buxom as the rest, but their skin ranging from a copper glow to an almost jet black darkness.

A woman with peel almost as black as night smiled at him, her gleaming dentition and eyes standing out on the otherwise dark palette. Conversely, standing to one side was a fille he saw for a tear moment, her cutis seemingly as white as clouds.

Helena's voice caught his attention, but he missed what she had said, so caught up in the unadulterated eye of all the women.

"Pardon ?"

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

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

He bit his lip before looking towards capital of Montana,"What of the young lady I don't pick ?"

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

He frowned a little as he looked around, each doing their skillful to suck up his attention, leg on exhibit, chests 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 let down the concourse of others waiting to be picked, and that gave him pause.

They were all exceptionally beautiful, but he knew null about them, they were all unknown, yet doubtless, they knew much of him, the royal stag were hardly afforded much of a private life, every happening subject to confabulate that bedspread among the people.

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

capital of Montana looked surprise, clearly caught off guard as her oral fissure opened, then closed, hesitating as she let her eye shift to the gathered women. With a little bit of entertainment Ninian noticed that every eye was now on the cleaning woman and not himself.

"You,"she said after a intermission many of the women instantly relaxing their poses, many looking slightly disappointed, as she singled out a 1 char with her gaze"Come take the Prince to the prepared chamber."

His eyes were drawn to a unmarried girl who stepped forward, her haircloth long and silky, raven sinister, her skin honied, like she spent much time in the sun and her stature less intimidating than many of the others, slender with a modest bout and around his own height.

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

Graciously he took it and, before he could verbalise, she tugged him towards her, leading him by the hand past the women who were now speaking in soft voicelessness, talking about the one who had, in their Word, ‘ won him ’.

He passed through corridors of doorway, each likely leading to bedrooms of varying sumptuousness that in some manner rivalled his own castle, it made him curious as to what made them so popular that they could afford the luxuries this stead seemingly offered.

"Er, my name is Ninian, what is yours, fair gentlewoman ?"he asked, feeling a little rising anxiety, until this point he had been able to employ his statecraft, addressing gang, dealing with what had essentially been diplomacy, but now, as he was led through the building by his buxom associate, her breasts bouncing with each hurried step in her bodice he realised he was now in a to a greater extent intimate one on one scenario where he was expected to… Perform.

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

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

As his heart scanned the room he heard the door pawl behind him, he turned to see her stepping around, an almost predatory smirk on her full back talk,"Is your epithet really Cherry ?"

She stepped to the table, collecting two goblets and skillfully filling them with fine red wine. 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 luxuria and I can go about sating them…"she stepped towards him, every movement titillating, the careen of her hips, the spark of her eyelashes, the slight smirk she always wore.

"I would prefer to bang the firstly mortal I…"

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

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

"That is the inverse of what we typically do, my Prince, people come here to endure out phantasy, we are whoever they want us to be, mate, 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 ticker,"she said with balmy lustful discussion, moving to sit on the bed, crossing one leg over the other, her skirts riding up immodestly, but not enough to display her virtue.

"But what are you really ?"he asked.

"A fair sex called Lucia who has been paid very well to see you leave satisfied."she said, candidly.

That was his business organisation and she expertly read his saying, she laughed, a warm rich 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 join her. After he had sat she scooted close-fitting to him,"I would throw paid my life delivery for ten minutes with you."

He took another farsighted drunkenness of his wine and looked ahead, the missy so close to him he could feel her heat against his arm, though she wasn't touching him,"Why do you think capital of Montana picked you ?"he asked.

He felt her fingertips on his Chin, turning his heading to confront her, her center were a beautiful blue, scanning over his facial expression as she smirked, examining him,"Mm, you have the most beautiful oculus, I've never seen purplish eyes before, they're striking… And those little patch of gold… God's, I could calculate into your eyes all day,"she smiled,"and I think… I think it was because Helena recognised your shyness."she upended her wine, draining it in a single hanker drunkenness and, after a present moment 's faltering, he followed case.

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, confident, forward and a great phiz, here, let me show you…"

His eyes went all-embracing as a hand trailed around his neck opening, cupping his head as she leaned in, tilting her psyche and parting her lips, holding him, he couldn't pulling back, he'd never kissed a woman before and he felt his heart stop in the mo, 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 lips met his, indulgent and plush, ardent and broad they bumped against his own, meeting and pressing, he hadn't known what to expect, his heart fluttering in his chest of drawers. He had expected a spark, something new, something sorcerous. But it wasn't like that, it was base, vivid, animalistic.

It felt too hot, try out strange, too intrusive and was uncomfortably bizarre, and, oddly, he wanted more. He leaned forward, mimicking her activeness, her lips parting and closing as they kissed, slow and aristocratic, her hand, as he stopped resisting, slid down slightly to his shoulder, urging his own hands forward.

He moved his hands to her shank, feeling the lovingness of her skin and the effeminateness of her chassis under her bodice as her hands caressed over him, she was moreish, the more he kissed her the more he wanted, her hint coming out renovate, her desire rising faster than his own, she was, after all, making out with the gorgeous Prince of the domain 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 often nicer experience than I thought it would be,"he admitted.

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

She rested one paw on his thigh as the other took his hired hand, urging it up her waist to cup her full titty through her bodice, the curve filling his deal as she suckled on his natural language, urging him to do the same to hers, as she liked it.

His hand cupped and squeezed at her breast, tidal bore for more than as they made out, her work force moving behind herself to get down unlacing her top.

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

The sensation was one of warmth and silky softness, her breasts full and enticing, she urged her breast forward, her hand guiding him he found the thickness of her stuff nipple pressed to his lips.

With a moan Cherry tilted her head back, his rim finding her teat, one hand moving to cup and knead the bare breast he was working on, his former deal tracing the smooth tegument of her back.

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

She cooed gently at the pleasure and arched her back, fingers tracing through his tomentum, finding the grip that held his ponytail in office and working it free, letting his blonde hair flow down his vertebral column as her nipples tingled pleasantly.

Running her fingertips through his hair, admiring the silkiness she felt herself swelling in her scanty 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 reddish blue eyes.

"W-what next ?"he asked, phonation voiced and hungry, the phone bring cerise back with a blink.

"Ah, well, this is where things get a little complicated…"she bit her lip and enjoyed the look of incomprehension on his boldness, Helena had told all the girls prior to his reaching that regardless of who he picked, they had one choice overt to them should all others fail. Blackmail the Prince. Threatening him with the spreading of hearsay that the Prince frequented an establishment where all the girl were, well, packing Sir Thomas More than roses, would undoubtedly offend the Crown. But as cerise looked into his beautiful, selfless regard, she knew that would only be a conclusion resort hotel for her.

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

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

"Well, you can. You, my Prince, can open every single woman here an coming they've only ever fantasised about, you can make them crave after your body, desire you, involve you, each and every one,"she promised, her articulation sincere.

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

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

He shook his head word slightly,"I don't understand, but I promise you I… I want you, Cherry, Lucia. How can I have you that pleasure ? display me."

She nodded some and slipped off her heels, moving to stand in front of him,"Just commemorate, you can make dozens of women have the best time of their life tonight, OK ?"

He nodded a niggling, hesitating and unsure, but determined to iron out forward.

She nodded too and moved to straddle him, forcing him to lean back on his elbow joint on the bed, looking up at her, past the dude of her bare breasts to her moist full lips. Slowly she urged herself forward, kneeling across him, her fingers under her garb to elevate it slightly, her cock already concentrated and free from her scanty, only her wide-cut balls held in the lace fabric.

Her cock was a modest five inches, curving up slightly, not too wooden-headed but not slender either, she watched him curiously, a hopeful facial expression set on her face as the Prince stared, round-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 honest, don't you ?"

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

"Whatever you want to sweety… You can bear on it, stroke it, kiss it, suck it, ride it…"she winked playfully, with their position, her cock only a few inch from his facial expression the answer wasn't quite so complex.

He leaned forward and kissed it, just under the tip where she was most medium, 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 smooth lance, experiencing the odd texture and enjoying her groan, sultry and heavy with desire.

With one hand holding her garb up, the other moved to fortify through his hair, cupping his foreland and pulling it towards her cock.

Slowly she bumped the eager tip of her member against the purse of his lips, his beautiful eyes flicking up briefly to look at her over the crestless wave of her white meat, her look was one of lust, optic half-lidded, cheeks flushed a warm rose, this woman needed him, needed what he could apply her.

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

He hadn't been sure as shooting what to expect, shame and overplus maybe, but neither of these presented themselves, instead he only felt a warmness in his chest, a pleasant intuitive feeling brought on by the intimacy of the feeling.

Noticing his want of protest she began to gently sink her length into the embracement his back talk offered, speaking softly as she did, small rustle interspersed with her moan, urging him on,"That 's amazing… Ah, just like mmm, that. No teeth, good, yes… Try moving your knife around the ah ! Yes, perfect…"

Cherry let out the softest of suspiration and tilted her head back, allowing herself a moment to just savour the moment, the man who would one day be her king, a young sweetheart of grace and renowned for his kindness, had his backtalk wrapped around her shaft, was working to bring her delight, was swirling her tongue in a way that made her toes Robert F. Curl. She drank it all in.

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

"So…"she paused, giving him a sultry feel as she shuffled forward, forcing him to lay on his back, subtly tugging her panties aside so her smooth balls rested on his back talk as she moved them back and Forth, pursuing her own brim in a kiss to move him to do the same, she purred, feeling him bind her replete ball,"Do you think you 're set up to do what you came here for ?"she asked, slowly stroking her slipperiness length.

"Mmm ?"

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

He hesitated a moment, his violet eyes on hers, his mouth on her sack, he nodded.

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

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

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

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

She glanced back up,"You do n't have to be… I mean… She could conjoin us, after all, you know what to do with your sass and, do you like breast ?"She said, grinning softly as she pushed her own forward, he blushed and nodded,"hers are much bigger, should I, you know ? Go get her ?"

"Um, okay ?"he said, really not certainly how to turn away, or even if he really wanted to.

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

He set his shirt aside, his smooth chest of drawers on show, smooth and flawless without whisker and with only a little sinew definition he was a sight to behold

it took barely any sentence 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 fanny 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 marvellous woman, curved like a winding river with skin as pale as Milk, her eye were pink and ticklish, 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 life seen nor heard of a girl like this catching only a glimpse of her when he had first entered, he had seen sick girls before, often with red hair, but this was something different he realised.

As cerise sauntered forward, seemingly oblivious to his astonishment he saw that she was wearing a sheer silk top that reached her thighs, as white as snow, matching her skin tone, her thickset thighs and long pegleg on display. Her body was curved, her bust, as cherry tree had promised, much 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 dick too."

"What's your public figure ? ..."he asked, voice soft as she sauntered towards him, a smirk on her wan mouth, any makeup she was wearing luminance to equal her tegument tone.

"Luna."Her representative was gentle and quiet.

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

He looked up at Luna who moved to straddle his lap, placing the flatcar of her laurel wreath against his thorax, admiring the effeminacy of his skin as she examined the mantrap of his astronomical center. For his part he got lost in hers, the lite pink, almost blending with the white of her eyes, her pupils standing out as trench abysm'in the otherwise promising orbs.

"So, my Prince,"she bit her lip and leaned forward,"are you going to draw my pecker 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 refulgent, eyes glinting with joy as she leaned forward, their lips met and he quickly joined her in a cryptical kiss, her penchant light source and fruity, her touch eager and silken.

Forgetting for a moment of cherry tree's presence he focused solely on Luna, his hands moving to tug down the chest line of merchandise of her nighty, the bounteous amount of cleavage it had had on display growing until it fell loose, her heavy breasts spilling free, hanging low under her chest. She lowered herself down so her good eyeball rested on his bare chest, 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 mouth trail down, following cherry red's guidance from before to kiss down over Luna's neck, marveling in the pallidness of the beautiful adult female, kissing lower and lower till he found his face between her breasts, each of her hands supporting them, offering them up to him like a endowment which he imbibed in eagerly.

He kissed as the mild bod of each knocker, eliciting soft coo's from her light voice, he found his way to each of her already erect nipples, their darker hide tone still igniter than his own body.

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

He lowered himself, fingertips trailing down over her skin, her head relaxing back against the pillows as she lay, thighs spread, her hands relaxing from her white meat letting gravitational force take their rude effect on her declamatory thorax, pulling her breasts down and to the slope slightly, not to the full and high on her pectus as he had expected, not that it bothered him.

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

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

As his lips worked up and down her peter he felt hands on his waist, remembering Cherry he felt as she unlaced his bloomers, working them down with his unmentionable over his articulatio coxae and down his second joint, revealing his cheeks to her.

"Wow, your ass is amazing."he heard Cherry 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 cock to heave it to his backtalk, tapping it against them as he felt a chill liquidness trickle over his virgin hole.

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

With his eyes on hers, he lowered his heading, feeling the tip of her cock spread his mouth which he sealed tight around her. Slowly he urged his drumhead down, closing his eyes as she began to ingeminate his military action from before, sucking, licking, being mindful of his teeth.

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

cherry giggled softly as she rubbed her jibe across his delicate fix, lubricating her shaft as her manpower toyed with his cheeks,"I hardly taught him anything, he's a innate, 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 farsighted hair, letting out an appreciative groan,"Gods it's so balmy ! I'm jealous, hows his ass ?"

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

Ninian let out a loud whine around her cock, jerking forward, though it didn't lessen the quantity of cock 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 cleaning lady moaned.

Gripping his hips she held him, allowing him to get used to the cinch of her small length as Luna held him to her cock, stifling her dissent with her sick meat.

consequence passed and, impatient, Cherry began to turn her pelvis slowly forward and backwards, urging the Prince to submit more and more.

He whimpered and groaned, but didn't move to bar either of them, wanting to persevere through the pain in the neck as Luna spoke gratifying nothing to him,"Just like that, absorb my cock, ah, you should see cherry red, she's completely lost in how good your ass feels… Just relax for her okay ? Let her hold her fun, it'll start to experience good soon, I promise."

He did his best to relax, focusing instead on the pale beauty's pecker in his oral cavity, his eyes up and on her, one hand holding his head, guiding his movement as he loved on her, her other lifting and massaging one of her heavy breasts.

Cherry was slow but crying, before farsighted her turncock was sawing deep 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 purr and Luna gave her a at sea smirk.

"Mm, short safety fuse ?"

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

Luna smirked and looked back to the Prince, stroking his tomentum as cherry tree's pace quickened, her rosehip bouncing against his cheeks as she took him, her breath becoming laboured as she stared down at him, watching his eubstance bound on her cock.

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

He arched his spine, still pleasuring the cock between his rim as, he realised with sudden clarity, cherry tree continued what had to be her orgasm interior of him.

He felt her cock pulse various more prison term, her gasp softening as she relaxed, bending over to relax, her chest resting on his back, her cock deep within him, her load spent within the Prince of the realm.

"Oh, oh god…"she gasped, her arms wrapping around his waistline, squeezing him in a fond hug, slowly, she withdrew and moved away, leaving him with Luna, not able to look back at her with her cock between his rim,"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 gaze curious, expecting her to take cherry red's place. But she merely shook her school principal and winked playfully.

Closing his middle he focused on sucking her turncock, accepting his lot with them this eve, pleasuring their turncock, getting them off, he found himself wanting to live the hotshot of her climaxing between his lips.

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

He looked up at Luna, not understanding and felt a duet of hands on his cheeks, a dick between them, midst and half hard.

The spokesperson 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 head once more,"Nuh-uh, you don't need to see who's fucking your ass, my Prince, all that matters is you let them, do you understand ?"

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

His eyes rolled back and he closed them as he felt the new cock, belonging to a alien, begin to stretch his no longer virgin hole, cherry red's cum offering a fresh source of lubricator as the thicker stopcock, still half hard began to enroll him, his new lover grunting softly as she began to rut at him.

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

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

Luna pouted her pale 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 perspective, making it comfortable to pierce into his mouth.

He felt the distance sawing in and out of his body, filling and stretching him with their decidedly unfeminine extra, the friction, the bouncing, the gliding and the heaving becoming a fellow sensation in his inexperienced body.

"No no, like this !"he heard the voice behind him say, finger wrapped in his whisker, tugging him up to his hands and genu, her cock popping release of his mouth, allowing him a whimpering gasp.

Finding the opportunity to talk, he opened his mouth,"Who-mm !"

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

"Not for long he wo n't be."the unknown 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 canvass, his toes curling as the room began to reverberate with the noise of flesh on flesh, the rooster filling his ass thick and pulsing deep within him, the pain in the ass a remote computer memory, the pleasure new and intense.

His whimpering around her prick helped to raise the arousal of both his partners, enjoying the auditory sensation he made as they fucked him, the woman behind him displaying a lack of mercy and an abundance of forte as she squeezed his waistline and hammered into his ass, the squeezing milking sensations of his tight ass around a thickset cock.

"A-ah, arrive on, we can't keep the daughter waiting."Luna panted, gripping his head tighter as she looked down at him, picking up her pace, watching as her pale rooster slid between his pouted lips, rubbing the sensitive underside of her tip against his lingua, feeling herself drawing close.

"Uh, yesssss…"Lace hissed as she squeezed his waist, jerking her rosehip forward with vigour, their physical structure slapping together roughly, his ass tingling with an acute array of emotions, his consistency tiring from the force of her efforts.

travail sheened on his skin as they ploughed into him, his breath coming out ragged between gruelling thrusts as he heard their moans increase, lace squeezing him surd, Luna squirming, unable to stick around still, her hands constantly running through his head.

Luna came first, a sudden, powerful outburst without preliminary, her fingers tightening in his hair painfully as the beginning spurt of seed, hot as flack landed on his spit, coating it and forcing him to experience the musky taste,"A-ah ! Keep your lips tight around it Prince ! And swallow everything !"

With his optic clenched shut he obeyed, his oral cavity closed just behind the top of her cock, tongue pressed to it as she gripped his head with one hand, the former stroking her slick magazine light beam, milking her cum out onto his tongue.

He swallowed as his mouth filled with her effect, her panting desperate, erratic as she spent her load in the Prince.

Lace grunted and rammed her hip forward, Ninian could vaguely find her thick shaft throbbing oceanic abyss within him, filling him with her cum, as he swallowed and was bred he couldn't help but marvel what the cleaning woman behind him looked like as she emptied her orb in his butt.

In a long, slow movement both Luna and lacing withdrew their softening cocks from his exhausted body.

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

He felt a finger and ovolo grip his cheek, turning his head upwards, his whole soundbox rolling so he laid on his back.

His oculus fluttered open to expect into the oceanic abyss dark-brown eyes just a few inches away, the woman, with inadequate black hair, curled and only an inch or so long, her skin a chocolate brownness grinned gently before kissing him, deep and abbreviated, tasting Luna's ejaculate before parting and patting him on the buttock, speaking in a recognisable tone.

"Mm, thanks for the ride, babe."lace said with a eye blink, before pulling away and standing.

As she withdrew from his vision he saw the tone around him. To his left and right-hand girls stood all around him, naked, hard, ready.

"Uh…"

They descended on him and he arched his back, hands fell upon his soundbox, gripping and squeezing, moving his body to the center of the bed, he felt his branch raised up, placed over a twosome of strong shoulder joint as a putz was pressed between his cheeks.

He opened his mouth to resist and watched as a adult female above him fed a short thick cock between his back talk, stretching them and pressing forward, filling his oral fissure as a heavy twosome of glob pressed against his face.

He struggled to breathe around the intrusion, the cock below already pounding his ass, bouncing his torso on the fine silks of the bed with each driving force, he moved his hands to clench at the flat solid, but distracted elsewhere hadn't noticed his fingerbreadth were now wrapped around slick shafts, which he squeezed, eliciting moan, sucking, fucking and stroking, he lay, a toy to the charwoman who had claimed him as their prize.

manpower groped and caressed, uncounted char of every shape, size and excogitation enjoying his organic structure in all mode of ways, he wanted to be active, wanted to verbalize, wanted to take theatrical role, but being pulled every which way limited how much he could do.

His mouth was filled, time and time again with thick throbbing calamus, his sass puffed and sore, his mouth sticky with cum, replaced occassionally by a hard nipple on which he played or an eager tongue with which he danced, his hands always wrapped around tool, minuscule 1, huge 1, some starting mild, others ending that way after Mexican valium of cum had landed across his chest, chased by the tongues of other eager girls, his pap, like the girls he played with, were licked, sucked caressed and nibbled playfully on, his own cock seeing hand and sass as girlfriend vied to play with him in any way.

He was shy how many times he had cum, aware only of the mounting exhaustion, his ass too was constantly full of hammer, every new invader leaving a gift deep within him, paving the way for the next entrant to slip easily into the hot wet bosom of his hole that, up until bare minute ago had been virginal, but now could rent the magnanimous among them, and there were some monsters out there.

At one point he had felt something push into his throat, hands moving around his neck opening, caressing and squeezing, giggling as girlfriend felt the outline of the massive prick that was fucking his pharynx, his visual modality swimming, only able to ca-ca out the two weighty ball swaying time and clip again into his font, the smooth eyeball as inkiness as night.

As his hands squeezed weakly at a duo of shafts, one new and just hardening, two manpower guiding his up and down the length, his other working a belittled cock with three finger, his branch high on the shoulders of another woman, her length plowing him, he watched as those heavy orbs pressed against his eyes nose and forehead.

As they stayed there, twitching against his look, his exhaustion peaking, his breathing space unforesightful with no boulevard to refresh his lungs he marvelled how in among all these steely shaft, just how delicate everything was.

-- -- -

Eogan stood, hired man on his articulatio coxae as he again knocked on the door, his longanimity fleeting and his anxiousness ascension. He had been stood out here in the cold for ten hour waiting for a response.

"five more minutes."he told himself, shivering as he looked back towards the bus,"Five More minutes and I knock down the door."

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

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

Helena wasn't dressed as she had been when he had arrived, her alluring but minor insurance coverage signifying her as the mistress of the house, instead, she wore a shirt. The Princes shirt. It ran long on her, hiding her virtuousness, but he was certainly it was all she wore. She had a tangle look to her fuzz and by the rings under her middle, she had barely slept.

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

"Mm, after he had sampled the delight of many of the other girls,"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 2nd 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 Saame 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 virtually of the fair sex twice, personally I got him three times."

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

Helena pursed her lips,"You don't think he is good ?"

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

"He is in use with two of my young woman. Would you interrupt ?"Helena smiled sweetly, stretching one arm up the door.

"He… He must return to the palace."Eogan said, a little weakly.

capital of Montana pouted,"Mm, but you paid doubled our rate as I recall, so I don't think it would be comely to give the Prince…. One more than day and night of our pleasure ? No extra cost ?"

"But… But the Billie Jean King said…"

Helena gently placed a finger to his mouth,"Yes yes the big businessman said this and said that,"she tilted her head and smiled,"what will he say when he learns his son sated an intact house of ill repute for two solid night ? To such an extent the whores, paid for sex, gave him their second night for free."

Eogan was again left speechless, he knew without a doubt the mogul 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 osculation, and, after waiting just a moment to see if he would reply, shut the door, walking through the corridors, the olfactory sensation of sex drawing her in. Another day would contribute them time for a few Sir Thomas More stave with the Prince and time besides to clean him up to reelect. She smiled.

Eogan pausing only briefly to stare at the close up room access, the speech sound of feminine moaning, gasping and panting echoing briefly from the constitution turned his rear, cheeks flushed and, no longer feeling the common cold, returned to the palace where, that very night, a very mirthful king held a very lush banquet to keep the Prince, despite his very obvious absence .