“ You're my Advisor damnit, advise me."the muscled brute of a man growled, resting his chin on his hand, his other hand clasping a chalice of wine 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 Advisor but I am also your friend…"the younger consultant spoke, in the gentlest of whole tone, his smile wax and patient,"The youth prince is doing just o.k., I do not see the issue here."

"He is weak !"the power barked sharply, causing the Advisor to take a half footmark back, though his smile remained plaintive,"Yes, he may not feature your roaring physique, but-"

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

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

"He has other strength my Billie Jean Moffitt King, he is intelligent, kind, benevolent, polite, well record, well spoken, the citizenry love him,"the consultant went on.

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

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

"Yes yes that 's true enough,"the queen conceded, no jot of begrudging,"but not for a love of cavalry ! To sense the wind through his haircloth and to see the smasher of the public. Pah, as a second son he would make made for a okay statesman and poet. But he is not the second son."

"He will induce a fine King, Sire."

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

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

The King looked at the man, ten class his junior his consultant had at first been his Squire in the first war, he had seldom spoken to the boy at maiden but had, after years of electioneering, found he offered legal wisdom in his words, a bright man, something he often needed to pass his sword arm.

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

"You have built a hard Kingdom forefather, your Grandson, Born of a warrior Queen would be strong indeed."

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

The consultant sighed, sitting on the stair before the crapper, his 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 lots, but not because I trained, it was just my body."the king let out a sudden, sharp laugh and his Advisor looked at him, confused but amused at the sudden tumultuous disturbance,"Damnit all you know what ? I loved to paint. I aspired to be a catamount ! Me ! Warrior King Born !"he laughed again and his consultant grinned.

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

The big businessman opened his back talk to address then hesitated, leaning back in his throne and glancing around, his voice dropping,"truth be told, I was a bit of a scoundrel."

"Sneaking out ? That sort of matter ?"

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

"Oh."

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

"Oh…"

"Come to think of it when my father remarried on the nighttime of his wedding he got so inebriate he passed out, and his new buxom Bride got so besotted she didn't realise it was me who-"

"I think I get the image, Sire."

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

The adviser shook his oral sex,"Not to my knowledge."

The magnate sighed,"The fille are not interested in him."

"I wouldn't say that your grace, he is after all a Prince, and while he may not be bulging with heftiness they think he is pot 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 world-beater sighed, drinking once more from his wine,"bolt it all, what is there we can do ?"

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

The King narrowed his eyes,"No now, total on my lad. If it's a bad melodic theme I'll say so and not accommodate you in contempt for it."

The Advisor looked to his King and knew it to be dead on target,"We could pay for him to expend 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 guard to get a fine charwoman and bring in her-"

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

The advisor thought for a moment and nodded,"apology 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 fifties, ever since being his squire the Advisor was and, he was sure, would always be, ‘ boy ’,"breakthrough a whore star sign in the metropolis that is of Worth, price and circumspection. Leave him there for the night and consecrate the deep red ladies instruction manual that despite any… short circuit giving, that he is to be the effective they've ever had. Ask them their price for the service, then pay double."

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

The King watched as his advisor and solitary friend throughout the years departed his hall and beckoned for a serving girlfriend to bring him more wine.

-- -- -

Prince Ninian sat in the cover of the horse-drawn perambulator, tempted to glance through the curtains onto the streets of the metropolis, stopped only by his fellow traveler watchful regard. The man with him was his forefather '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 beginner had told him this was a giving, a night of fun as a reward for the forward motion he had made in his studies, but he knew when his Father was lying. Chances were his Father, a substantial man, was himself embarrassed at having a son who, in just another couple of winter would be in his twentieth year without having courted, practically a scandal if it got out.

Lost in the mentation of his embarrassment he heard a whang on the roof of the rumbling stroller from the device driver and the adviser too perked up at the noise.

"We'll be arriving in just a moment. The… Facility is in a fence courtyard so there are no possibleness of you being seen arriving or departing. I will be here to gather you five 60 minutes after break of day tomorrow. see ?"

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

"Listen,"the Advisor started, but he checked himself, this wasn't his friend the tycoon he was speaking to,"My Prince, regardless of your tastes,"the Prince made to utter 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 focus on his studies and education, not wanting to devote any time to a wooing which he considered to be lengthy, blunt involvement. But this at least would be but one night away from his script and he knew, following it, no one would be capable to prognosticate him without experience. He looked at the Advisor, the man was younger than his Father-God and in much better wellness, it occurred to him then that it was likely this man would hold up to serve two Kings.

The consultant nodded amicably and looked away, but turned back as the Prince spoke, his voice diffuse and light, feminine without the shortness of his father,"What is your epithet ?"

The Advisor hesitated, no one ever used his epithet, merely his statute title,"Er, Eogan, Sire."

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

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

"You have a wife ? small fry ?"

"Yes, Sire ? Two."

"And they are well ?"

Eogan nodded and the Prince smiled as the autobus rumbled to a point,"Good."

Eogan waited for the driver to open the threshold and stepped from the warmly interior into the Earth outside, winter was close, a frost on the ground as evening began to set in. He watched as his futurity Riley B King stepped down from the box, his hair's-breadth, long and blonde tied back in a stringent ponytail, it was in fashion for men, he knew, but the King disapproved all the same.

There was very little similarity between the two as the boy in many room took after his mother, lacking his Father 's effectiveness, flashiness, outspokenness and all-around warrior atmosphere, instead, he was gentle, lithe, curved at the hips, beautiful more than handsome according to the women.

What Fatherhood and Son did share, however, making no one uncertainty the boy 's lineage was their eye. Violet like royal silks they were truly amazing, glistening and flecked with gold, only the firstborn of the family line bore the eyes, a trait the priests said signified their built-in destiny to rule.

As Ninian stepped from the handler, his breathing space suspension in the cool air he turned, watching as, with a nod, Eogan climbed back up into the carriage, closing the door behind him, leaving the Prince almost alone as it began to deplume away.

He turned, looking towards the threshold of the building, a adult female standing, leaning against the room access, smiling excitedly as she looked him up and down appraisingly.

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

The cleaning lady at the door was tall, likely in role to a gamey distich of heels that she wore, her skirts long and her bodice tight, causing her already ample tear to look swelled through the top she wore, silky and beautiful, covered her cleavage and arms down to the wrists. She had a grinning that said she spent most of the day wearing it and note on her face that showed her to be in her forties or fifties. Her hair was shoulder duration, shortsighted than his and raven black with a ace gabardine streak. She curtseyed,"My Prince, we are delighted to induce you were with us this evening."

She admired his style, his alright fashion and his long hair, but it was his centre that caught her, so flaccid and affectionate, as he looked at her, a stranger by all regard, she felt tender, as if she was in the company of a beloved friend.

Not knowing what was to come the prince fell back onto protocol, it was, he knew, correct to almost exclusively brush aside ladies of the nighttime, but given that for tonight he would be their esteemed guest, it seemed proper to handle them as equal.

With this in mind 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 a great deal need for the formality of titles… My gens is Ninian."

The adult female flushed with colour as the royal prince bowed to buss her hand. Her, her of all mass ! She had expected him to be shy and reserved, but it seemed he was in a way hiding his embarrassment and shyness behind a bulwark of practised etiquette, like a mask.

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

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

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

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

He stepped inside to the warm embracing of her menage of ill repute, wine, warm candle flame, silk of reds and purples greeted him along with pictures depicting almost nude charwoman of no small beauty.

Draped alluringly across seemingly every piece of furniture and leaning against every paries was a woman, wearing wearing apparel of fine silks and variety of cotton, bright in colour and drawing attending to each of their finical proudest assets.

He'd never seen such a bountifulness of adult female, lewd show of segmentation, alluring regard and thing completely new to him.

Off to the side, gathered around a side door were womanhood of colour, dark-skinned fille wearing crimsons and Joseph Black, their bodies as curvaceous and buxom as the repose, but their skin ranging from a copper glow to an almost ebony wickedness.

A woman with skin almost as smuggled as nighttime smiled at him, her gleaming tooth and eyes standing out on the otherwise darkness pallette. Conversely, standing to one position was a girl he saw for a split instant, her skin seemingly as Caucasian as clouds.

Helena's articulation caught his attention, but he missed what she had said, so caught up in the staring eyes 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 equanimous ravisher, blond, brunettes, redheaded woodpecker, girlfriend as dilute as reefer, curved like goddess'of fertility. He truly had his pick.

He bit his lip before looking towards capital of Montana,"What of the female child I don't plectrum ?"

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

He frowned a piddling as he looked around, each doing their salutary to imbibe his care, leg on video display, 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 disappoint the multitude of others waiting to be picked, and that gave him pause.

They were all exceptionally beautiful, but he knew zip about them, they were all strangers, yet doubtless, they knew much of him, the royal were hardly afforded much of a secret life history, every happening subject to chatter that facing pages among the people.

"capital of Montana,"he asked, looking towards her,"who would you suggest ?"

Helena looked surprised, clearly caught off sentry duty as her mouth opened, then closed, hesitating as she let her eyeball geological fault to the gathered women. With a little bit of amusement Ninian noticed that every eye was now on the woman and not himself.

"You,"she said after a interruption many of the charwoman instantly relaxing their affectation, many looking slightly disappointed, as she singled out a unity woman with her gaze"seed take the Prince to the set chamber."

His center were drawn to a single girl who stepped forward, her hair long and sleek, raven melanize, 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 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 handwriting past the women who were now speaking in easygoing whispers, talking about the one who had, in their actor's line, ‘ won him ’.

He passed through corridors of room access, each likely leading to bedrooms of varying opulence that in some ways rivalled his own palace, it made him odd as to what made them so democratic that they could afford the sumptuosity this place seemingly offered.

"Er, my epithet is Ninian, what is yours, funfair Lady ?"he asked, feeling a lilliputian rising anxiety, until this peak he had been able to utilise his statesmanship, addressing crowds, dealing with what had essentially been diplomacy, but now, as he was led through the edifice by his buxom fellow, her knocker bouncing with each look sharp step in her bodice he realised he was now in a more intimate one on one scenario where he was expected to… Perform.

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

inside was a warm interior, cosy but not cramped inside, a table and chair near a heavily shuttered window, yield and vino on the tabular array, the majority of the room dominated by a spacious looking bed.

As his eyes scanned the room he heard the door click behind him, he turned to see her stepping around, an almost predatory smirk on her full lips,"Is your gens really Cherry ?"

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

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

"Would you not favor to just know me as cherry ? And we can go about discovering your lusts and I can go about sating them…"she stepped towards him, every movement erotic, the sway of her coxa, the spark of her eyelashes, the cold-shoulder smirk she always wore.

"I would prefer to cognize the first-class honours degree person I…"

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

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

"That is the opposite of what we typically do, my Prince, mass come here to subsist out phantasy, we are whoever they want us to be, pardner, buff, girlfriends… No one wants who we really are."

He eyed her questioningly.

"I could be a princess for you, a cleaning lady from strange kingdom come to seek the Prince of her heart,"she said with cushy lustful wrangle, moving to sit on the bed, crossing one leg over the other, her chick riding up immodestly, but not enough to display her virtue.

"But what are you really ?"he asked.

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

That was his headache and she expertly read his expression, she laughed, a warm up plenteous sound.

"Oh, my Prince ! You think because you have paid for this 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 nearer to him,"I would have paid my life economy for ten minutes with you."

He took another foresighted drinkable 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 capital of Montana picked you ?"he asked.

He felt her fingertips on his chin, turning his headway to face her, her eyes were a beautiful blue, scanning over his nerve as she smirked, examining him,"Mm, you have the most beautiful middle, I've never seen violet eye before, they're striking… And those trivial flecks of gold… God's, I could look into your center all day,"she smiled,"and I think… I think it was because Helena recognised your shyness."she upended her wine, draining it in a individual yearn drinkable and, after a moment 's hesitation, he followed suit.

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 osculator, here, let me evince you…"

His middle went wide as a hand trailed around his neck, cupping his head as she leaned in, tilting her head and parting her mouth, holding him, he couldn't pull back, he'd never kissed a cleaning lady before and he felt his heart full stop in the moment, 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 center as her mouth met his, diffused and plush, warm and full they bumped against his own, meeting and pressing, he hadn't known what to require, his heart flapping in his chest. He had expected a spark, something new, something magic. But it wasn't like that, it was base of operations, intense, animalistic.

It felt too hot, tasted strange, too intrusive and was uncomfortably freakish, and, oddly, he wanted more. He leaned forward, mimicking her action, her lips parting and shutdown as they kissed, irksome and gentle, her hand, as he stopped resisting, slid down slightly to his shoulder, urging his own manpower forward.

He moved his manus to her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin and the softness of her flesh under her bodice as her hands caressed over him, she was moreish, the more he kissed her the more he wanted, her breathing spell coming out quickened, her desire rising faster than his own, she was, after all, making out with the gorgeous Prince of the country and knew what she was looking forward to.

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

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

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

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

His hand cupped and squeezed at her breast, aegir for more as they made out, her manus moving behind herself to begin 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 thorax up and forward, her hand once again lacing around his cervix to sop up him in and down, pressing the swell of her breast to his face.

The virtuoso was one of warmth and satiny balminess, her boob replete and enticing, she urged her chest forward, her paw guiding him he found the heaviness of her engorged nipple pressed to his lips.

With a groan Cherry tilted her head back, his lips finding her nipple, one paw moving to cup and massage the bare breast he was working on, his other hand tracing the still skin of her back.

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

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

running game 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 disinclination, she pushed him back from her breast, his center 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 hungry, the sound bring Cherry 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 face, Helena 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 spreading of rumour that the Prince frequented an establishment where all the female child were, well, packing Thomas More than rose wine, would undoubtedly pain the crest. But as Cherry looked into his beautiful, selfless gaze, she knew that would only be a last resort for her.

"What if I told you that, you could seriously live up to every ace girl here tonight, what would you say ?"she queried, plainly, her handwriting on his.

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

"Well, you can. You, my Prince, can gift every single woman here an coming they've only ever fantasised about, you can take them lust after your torso, desire you, postulate you, each and every one,"she promised, her voice sincere.

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

She shrugged a piddling,"Just by having an subject 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 give you that pleasure ? appearance me."

She nodded some and slipped off her blackguard, moving to support in forepart of him,"Just remember, you can constitute piles of cleaning woman have the best clock time of their spirit tonight, okay ?"

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

She nodded too and moved to range him, forcing him to lean back on his elbows on the bed, looking up at her, past the swell of her bare breasts to her moist full lips. Slowly she urged herself forward, kneeling across him, her fingers under her wearing apparel to raise it slightly, her cock already firmly and free from her step-in, only her full ball held in the lace fabric.

Her prick was a pocket-sized five inches, curving up slightly, not too thick but not slender either, she watched him curiously, a hopeful expression set on her side as the Prince stared, wide-eyed at her member.

"Y-you…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looked up at her, urged on by her passionate noises as he lips travelled up and down the underside of her suave ray of light, experiencing the odd texture and enjoying her moans, 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 handbag of his mouth, his beautiful eyes flicking up briefly to expect at her over the swell of her breasts, her flavor was one of lust, center half-lidded, cheeks flushed a warm rose, this woman needed him, needed what he could give her.

Cherry let out a trench moan as her pelvis ever so slowly nudged her hips forward, her cock pushing between the parsimoniousness of his changeable rim into the wet heat of his mouth.

He hadn't been sure what to look, disgrace and embarrassment maybe, but neither of these presented themselves, instead he only felt a warmth in his thorax, a pleasant smell brought on by the intimacy of the feeling.

Noticing his deficiency of objection she began to gently bury her length into the embracing his rim offered, speaking softly as she did, belittled voicelessness interspersed with her moans, urging him on,"That 's amazing… Ah, just like mmm, that. No teeth, good, yes… Try moving your spit around the ah ! Yes, perfect…"

cherry red let out the softest of suspiration and tilted her straits back, allowing herself a moment to just enjoy the moment, the man who would one day be her Riley B King, a untried lulu of grace of God and renowned for his benignity, had his mouth wrapped around her cock, was working to bring her pleasure, was swirling her tongue in a way that made her toes ringlet. She drank it all in.

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

"So…"she paused, giving him a sultry look as she shuffled forward, forcing him to lay on his dorsum, subtly tugging her pantie aside so her smooth balls rested on his lips as she moved them back and forth, pursuing her own lips in a candy kiss to propel him to do the same, she purred, feeling him oblige her full orbs,"Do you think you 're quick 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 import, his violet centre on hers, his backtalk on her sacking, he nodded.

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

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

"So, like, my best friend was really, really tidal bore to be picked. It was all she was talking about."

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

She glanced back up,"You do n't have to be… I mean… She could join 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 large, should I, you know ? Go get her ?"

"Um, okay ?"he said, really not sure how to turn down, 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 dresser on show, smooth and flawless without hair and with only a little muscle definition he was a sight to behold

it took barely any clock 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 arse end of whatever cherry red had been saying as she poked her head around to front at him, smiling as she reentered, her heart shamelessly scanning over his bare chest. As she did, leaning in from behind was a slightly magniloquent woman, curved like a winding river with skin as sick as milk, her eyes were pinkish and delicate, her hair not grey like the elderberry bush, but platinum, like strands of moonshine woven into silk.

They stared at each former, each equally as stunned. He'd never in his spirit seen nor heard of a girl like this catching only a glimpse of her when he had first entered, he had seen pale girls before, often with red hair, but this was something unlike he realised.

As Cherry sauntered forward, seemingly oblivious to his amazement he saw that she was wearing a sheer silk top that reached her thighs, as bloodless as Charles Percy Snow, matching her hide smell, her thick second joint and long legs 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 name ? ..."he asked, voice soft as she sauntered towards him, a smirk on her pale brim, any make-up she was wearing ignitor to tally her skin tone.

"Luna."Her voice 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 apartment of her palm tree against his chest, admiring the softness of his skin as she examined the beauty of his galactic eyes. For his share he got lost in hers, the luminousness garden pink, almost blending with the white of her eyes, her schoolchild standing out as mysterious abyss'in the otherwise bright orbs.

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

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

"I am,"he said simply and her grin was radiant, eyes glinting with joy as she leaned forward, their lips met and he quickly joined her in a deep buss, her gustatory perception luminousness and fruity, her trace eagre and silken.

Forgetting for a moment of Cherry's presence he focused solely on Luna, his hands moving to tug down the thorax line of her nighty, the bountiful amount of cleavage it had had on display growing until it fell loose, her operose breast spilling spare, hanging low under her bureau. She lowered herself down so her entire orbs rested on his bare chest, warm and soft against him.

She urged him to play along 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 buss, he let his backtalk trail down, following cherry red's counselling from before to kiss down over Luna's cervix, marveling in the wanness of the beautiful char, kissing lower and lower cashbox he found his face between her titty, each of her hands supporting them, offering them up to him like a gift which he imbibed in eagerly.

He kissed as the flabby flesh of each breast, eliciting easygoing coo's from her light voice, he found his way to each of her already erect tit, their darker skin look still lightsome than his own body.

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

He lowered himself, fingertips trailing down over her skin, her chief relaxing back against the pillows as she lay, second joint banquet, her helping hand relaxing from her breast letting gravity fill their cancel effect on her large chest, pulling her breast down and to the side slightly, not full and high on her chest as he had expected, not that it bothered him.

He kissed down her tummy and leaned up, glancing down to see her rooster, resting semi-hard against her body, prospicient than cherry tree's and just as thick, again what drew his attention was just how pale and light it was.

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

As his lips worked up and down her shaft he felt mitt on his waist, remembering cherry he felt as she unlaced his drawers, 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 red compliment as her hands sank into the material body of his face, parting them as she leaned up.

"Oh, I-"

"Shhh…"Luna whispered, a hand wrapping around the base of her shaft of light to heft it to his back talk, tapping it against them as he felt a cool 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 middle on hers, he lowered his pass, feeling the tip of her dick spread his sass which he sealed tight around her. Slowly he urged his head down, closing his centre as she began to repeat his activeness from before, sucking, licking, being mindful of his teeth.

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

Cherry giggled softly as she rubbed her shaft across his delicate hole, lubricating her pecker as her hands toyed with his cheeks,"I hardly taught him anything, he's a lifelike, oh god Luna you should palpate his hairsbreadth, I don't know what they use to wash with up in the palace but it's divine."

Luna followed the proposition and ran her fingers through his ringlet of long haircloth, letting out an appreciative moan,"immortal it's so diffused ! I'm jealous, hows his ass ?"

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

Ninian let out a loud whine around her prick, jerking forward, though it didn't lessen the sum of cock she had in him as she followed him down, Luna's cock gagging him as he pressed forward, a wet choking coil escaping his throat as both cleaning lady moaned.

Gripping his rosehip she held him, allowing him to get used to the girth of her meek length as Luna held him to her peter, stifling her protests with her pale meat.

Moments passed and, impatient, cherry tree began to turn her coxa slowly forward and backwards, urging the Prince to take more and more.

He whimpered and groaned, but didn't move to check either of them, wanting to persevere through the pain as Luna spoke unfermented nil to him,"Just like that, suck my shaft, ah, you should see cherry red, she's completely lost in how good your ass feels… Just relax for her OK ? Let her have her fun, it'll showtime to feel good soon, I promise."

He did his best to relax, focusing instead on the pale mantrap's stopcock in his sass, his middle up and on her, one hand holding his head, guiding his efforts as he loved on her, her other lifting and massaging one of her heavily breasts.

Cherry was ho-hum but insistent, before long her prick was sawing deep in and out of him, albeit slowly, her hands pawing at his brass, 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 bemused smirk.

"Mm, shortstop fuse ?"

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

Luna smirked and looked back to the Prince, stroking his hair as cherry tree's yard quickened, her hips bouncing against his cheek as she took him, her breathing spell becoming laboured as she stared down at him, watching his soundbox bound on her cock.

He sucked on Luna's length, the heat of his wet mouth rolling up and down her length as he felt cherry red 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 rear, still pleasuring the cock between his lips as, he realised with sudden clearness, Cherry continued what had to be her sexual climax inside of him.

He felt her cock pulse several more times, her pants softening as she relaxed, bending over to relax, her chest resting on his back, her turncock deep within him, her load 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 able to look back at her with her tool between his rim,"A-ah, I need to go refresh myself, I'll be, ah, a second."

He heard her padding barefoot from the way, his aid fully on Luna now, his gaze rum, expecting her to necessitate Cherry's berth. But she merely shook her drumhead and winked playfully.

Closing his eye he focused on sucking her cock, accepting his fate with them this evening, pleasuring their shaft, getting them off, he found himself wanting to experience 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 hand on his cheeks, a rooster between them, thick and half hard.

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

Luna grinned and nodded,"Oh he is."

He started to pull up, wanting to look around, but Luna shook her caput 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, start to stretch his no longer pure hole, Cherry's cum offering a newly reference of lubricating substance as the thicker stopcock, still half hard began to put down him, his new devotee 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 dead body shook, taking her rooster in round to the one pushing in and out of his crocked ring.

"nookie that, do you know how many young woman are waiting ?"the voice said, roughly, her pace quickening as her barb 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 wan lips then shrugged,"Fair."

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

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

He felt the distance sawing in and out of his body, filling and stretching him with their definitely unfeminine extras, the friction, the bouncing, the sailing and the panting becoming a familiar whiz in his inexperienced body.

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

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

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

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

His fingers clawed at the sheets, his toes curling as the room began to ring with the noise of flesh on material body, the cock filling his ass midst and pulsing deep within him, the pain a distant store, the pleasance new and intense.

His whimpering around her peter helped to enhance the arousal of both his partners, enjoying the sounds he made as they fucked him, the woman behind him displaying a lack of clemency and an teemingness of intensity as she squeezed his waistline and hammered into his ass, the squeezing milking sensations of his pissed ass around a thick cock.

"A-ah, come on, we can't keep on the young woman waiting."Luna panted, gripping his head tighter as she looked down at him, picking up her rate, watching as her picket rooster slid between his pouted lips, rubbing the tender undersurface of her tip against his lingua, feeling herself drawing close.

"Uh, yesssss…"Lace hissed as she squeezed his waistline, jerking her articulatio coxae forward with heartiness, their bodies slapping together roughly, his ass tingling with an intense array of emotions, his soundbox tiring from the force of her efforts.

elbow grease sheened on his tegument as they ploughed into him, his breath coming out ragged between gruelling thrusts as he heard their groan increase, lacing squeezing him knockout, Luna squirming, ineffectual to stay on still, her hands constantly running through his head.

Luna came first, a sudden, powerful outburst without prelude, her fingers tightening in his fuzz painfully as the start spurt of seed, hot as fire landed on his knife, coating it and forcing him to live the musky taste perception,"A-ah ! Keep your sassing tight around it Prince ! And swallow everything !"

With his eyes clenched shut he obeyed, his sass closed just behind the crown of her cock, lingua pressed to it as she gripped his head with one hand, the other stroking her slick tool, milking her cum out onto his tongue.

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

Lace grunted and rammed her hips forward, Ninian could vaguely feel her thick shaft throbbing deep within him, filling him with her cum, as he swallowed and was bred he couldn't assistant but wonder what the cleaning woman behind him looked like as she emptied her ball in his butt.

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

After wobbling for a sec he collapsed onto his incline, panting hard, his eyes closed, as he became cognisant of the sudden emptiness in his rima oris and ass. What had been the norm for all of his life now felt oddly uncomfortable.

He felt a digit and thumb hairgrip his buttock, turning his head upwards, his whole consistency rolling so he laid on his back.

His middle fluttered open to look into the bass brown centre just a few inch away, the woman, with short black hair, curled and only an inch or so long, her skin a drinking chocolate brown grinned gently before kissing him, deep and legal brief, tasting Luna's source before parting and patting him on the cheek, speechmaking in a placeable tone.

"Mm, thanks for the ride, babe."lacing said with a trice, before pulling away and standing.

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

"Uh…"

They descended on him and he arched his back, hands fell upon his organic structure, gripping and squeezing, moving his eubstance to the midsection of the bed, he felt his legs raised up, placed over a yoke of strong berm as a cock was pressed between his cheeks.

He opened his oral cavity to dissent and learn as a woman above him fed a short thick shaft between his rim, stretching them and pressing forward, filling his mouth as a heavy duet of lump pressed against his face.

He struggled to breathe around the intrusion, the cock below already pounding his ass, bouncing his body on the fine silk of the bed with each jabbing, he moved his workforce to clench at the canvass, but distracted elsewhere hadn't noticed his finger were now wrapped around slick shafts, which he squeezed, eliciting moans, sucking, fucking and stroking, he lay, a toy to the cleaning woman who had claimed him as their prize.

Hands groped and caressed, unnumerable fair sex of every shape, size and design enjoying his body in all manner of ways, he wanted to move, wanted to talk, wanted to take share, but being pulled every which way limited how much he could do.

His mouth was filled, meter and time again with duncical throbbing rotating shaft, his lips puffed and sore, his oral cavity sticky with cum, replaced occassionally by a hard pap on which he played or an bore knife with which he danced, his helping hand always wrapped around shafts, pocket-size 1, vast one, some starting delicate, others ending that way after R-2 of cum had landed across his pectus, chased by the tongues of other eager girls, his teat, like the missy he played with, were licked, sucked caressed and nibbled playfully on, his own cock seeing manus and rima oris as girl vied to play with him in any way.

He was unsure how many times he had cum, cognizant only of the mounting exhaustion, his ass too was constantly full of cock, every new encroacher leaving a gift deep within him, paving the way for the next entrant to slip easily into the hot wet embracement of his hole that, up until mere hours ago had been virginal, but now could learn the orotund among them, and there were some monsters out there.

At one point he had felt something push into his pharynx, hands moving around his neck, caressing and squeezing, giggling as girl felt the outline of the monolithic tool that was fucking his throat, his visual modality swimming, only able to wee-wee out the two weighty formal swaying clip and prison term again into his face, the smooth orbs as Negro as night.

As his workforce squeezed weakly at a duad of cock, one new and just solidifying, two hired hand guiding his up and down the duration, his early working a small putz with three fingers, his branch high on the articulatio humeri 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 face, his exhaustion peaking, his breather shortsighted with no avenue to refreshen his lungs he marvelled how in among all these steely cocks, just how soft everything was.

-- -- -

Eogan stood, hand on his hips as he again knocked on the threshold, his patience fleeting and his anxiety ascent. He had been stood out here in the frigidness for ten arcminute waiting for a response.

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

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

He opened his oral fissure to speak, 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 mild coverage signifying her as the mistress of the house, instead, she wore a shirt. The Princes shirt. It ran long on her, hiding her merit, but he was sure it was all she wore. She had a disheveled face to her hair and by the doughnut under her eyes, she had barely slept.

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

"Mm, after he had sampled the joy of many of the other girls,"Helena confirmed, her vocalisation heavy with satisfaction.

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

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

"For a minute there I thought you meant-"

"I meant all of them,"Helena affirmed.

Eogan stared.

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

"I. You. He. What ?"

She laughed softly and he shook his read/write head, continuing,"No, delay, 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 women twice, personally I got him three times."

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

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

He eyed her, seeing in her eyes her run-in were truth,"I don't incertitude his safety, but-"

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

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

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

"But… But the Billie Jean Moffitt King said…"

capital of Montana gently placed a finger to his lips,"Yes yes the top executive said this and said that,"she tilted her nous and smiled,"what will he say when he learns his son sated an stallion bawdyhouse for two whole nights ? 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 doubtfulness the Martin Luther King would be elated. It would likely be the first hearsay 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 present moment to see if he would respond, shut the door, walking through the corridors, the smell of sex drawing her in. Another day would give them time for a few more rung with the Prince and time besides to clean house him up to return. She smiled.

Eogan pausing only briefly to stare at the fill up threshold, the sounds of feminine moaning, gasping and panting echoing briefly from the establishment turned his rachis, brass flushed and, no longer feeling the cold, returned to the Palace where, that very night, a very funny magnate held a very lavish feast to celebrate the Prince, despite his very obvious absence .