Hello everyone. Due to the length of this chapter, I've had to split it into three parts.
Chapter 3-The Pervert Prince Pt. 1
In a large tent in a small forest, Cyril rested soundly on a mat. He ignored the light of the rising sun hitting the tent and the sound of birds and other animals greeting the day. He wanted to sleep a little longer. However someone else had other ideas.
“Cyril, its morning. Time to arise, Sweetie,” Mikhaela said.
Cyril didn t respond.
“Come on, Cyril. Don t you want to get up and have some fun with me?” Mikhaela got on top of Cyril, resting her breasts on his chest.
Cyril smiled at the familiar, heavy, and soft feeling of his teacher s enormous breasts on his chest. The weight of her body was nice too especially the fact that her butt was rubbing up against his pelvis.
“Okay, Cyril. I know you’re awake. Don’t make me use a rain spell inside the tent,” Mikhaela threatened raising her hand to prepare a small, localized rain spell.
“Alright, alright. I m getting up,” Cyril said, opening his eyes greeted by the face of his master and lover, “Good morning, Mikhaela.”
Mikhaela lowered her arm and smiled at him.
“Good morning,” Mikhaela gave him a small kiss.
“Any specific plans for breakfast today, master?”
“Well we’ve got a few fruits we’ve found along the road and non-perishables,” Mikhaela said, “but first I think I d like my daily drink of milk.”
“Milk? What are you talking about? We don’t have-oh,” Cyril realized what she meant when she intentionally rubbed her ass against his now fully erect penis.
Mikhaela got off Cyril, pulled off his blanket, pulled down his underwear and began stroking his cock.
“Well, this doesn’t feel like morning wood and by the twitching and throbbing it s doing, seems like it’s gonna be a good one,” Mikhaela kissed the tip, “Just sit back and enjoy your blowjob, my pupil.”
As Mikhaela began to milk Cyril’s cock, meanwhile in a large castle in a nearby city, a young prince slept comfortably in his large four-poster bed. He enjoyed the coziness of bed and blankets. His slumber was unfortunately disturbed by one of the curtains of his room being drawn, shining sunlight in his face. He opened his left eye to see who disturbed his sleep. Standing by the curtains was a buxom, tan-skinned, purple-haired woman in a maid’s uniform.
“It is morning now,Prince Anthony,” the purple haired maid said to the prince.
Prince Anthony sat up, yawned, moved his dark locks of hair out of his face and groggily stated, “Everyday it seems that the mornings come sooner and sooner.”
One pair of arms on each side of Prince Anthony wrapped around his torso and brought a pair of large breasts with them.
“That’s because you spend so much of the nights with us, your highness,” answered a bosomy brunette on his right.
“Not that we mind,” finished an equally endowed auburn haired girl on his left. She and the brunette giggled. Prince Anthony snickered.
“I can’t say I mind either,” He reached his arms around the backs of the girls and cupped one of their breasts. The girls each let out a coo as Prince Anthony began to fondle and play with their breasts.
“I get to wake up each morning with a pair of bouncy beauties like your selves by my sides.”
“Ahh, Pr-Prince Anthony~,” cried the auburn haired girl.
“Ohh, Yes! Squeeze us more~!” moaned the brunette.
Prince Anthony smiled, “Of course, I will my dear.”
He continued to tease the girls, pinching their nipples and aggressively fondling their breasts. The girls continued to release more moans and cries of pleasure. Prince Anthony looked over at the purple-haired maid who was standing there and staring at the threesome the whole time. He smiled at the maid.
“Fara, Why are you just standing there?” He asked, “Come and join us. I would love a nice morning tit fuck from you.”
Fara smirked and replied, “I thought you‘d never ask.”
She then stripped out of her maid uniform, revealing a set of sexy, black lingerie underneath it. She walked over to the bed where the threesome lay. Her bosom shook a bit in her bra as she made her way over to the bed. Prince Anthony smiled and the pelvic peak on the blanket grew. She arrived at the bed, got on, crawled over to the prince and pulled the blanket off of his naked body. His member stood erect and waiting for her. She stood up on her knees and began undoing the hooks of her bra. Prince Anthony’s smile grew a little wider with each second out of anticipation of seeing her large tan knockers freed from their confinement. When she got the last hook, Fara shifted her shoulders a bit and her bra fell to the bed, revealing her sizable and supple bazooms. If the prince’s mouth was wider, his smile would have stretched around to the back of his head at the reveal of Fara’s tits. Fara then bent down, brought her breasts around the prince’s dick, and began bouncing them up and down his shaft. As she did this, Prince Anthony thought one thing: I love my life.
<br>
Cyril stood still holding his staff. He began twirl and spin his staff; He thrusted and parried into the air. He swung the staff around as if he was in the midst of a battle. Mikhaela merely sat on a log as a makeshift chair and watched as he did so. This had been the daily morning routine for the past couple days since they left Lemavear. They would have a little early morning sex, have breakfast, Cyril practiced with his staff and then a little magic lesson. She grabbed an apple and tossed it to Cyril. He stopped his practice and caught the apple.
“You have got some pretty amazing reflexes,” Mikhaela said.
“Thanks,” said Cyril as he took a bite of the apple, “So where are we off to today?”
“Well, a mile from here is the city of Mobas, the capital of the kingdom of Callister. We should stop there and stock up on more food.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Cyril said tossing away the apple core, “We should have more nonperishable foods and the fruits that we picked on the way will go bad soon.”
“Besides the food,” Mikhaela started, “I’d like to take a bath without having to use my own magic to make a rain spell. I don’t want to use up my mana in case Ravutha’s cronies strike.”
Mikhaela pouted a bit. Ravutha’s minions seemed to have the worst timing; attacking almost every time she was engaged in sex, getting dressed, or bathing. She started wondering if they were all just perverts and waited for some moment where she would be half or fully naked. She sighed at her unfortunate circumstance. Cyril stood there and watched her as she was thinking. She looked a bit down. Cyril smiled, walked over to her, stood her up and held her. He looked at her with a sly grin on his face.
“You know, maybe I could join you and cast the rain spell for you instead,” He offered.
Mikhaela smiled back at him at his tempting offer.
“That’s sweet of you but if you joined me, I don’t think either of us would get clean.”
Cyril and Mikhaela laughed at the comment.
“How about you let me go and we do our little morning lesson?”
“Of course,” With that Cyril let her go and she began to explain a new spell.
“Ah, breakfast was fantasitic,” Prince Anthony exclaimed, “Wouldn’t you agree girls?”
“Yes, your majesty,” replied numerous girls in unison.
Having finished breakfast, Prince Anthony strolled through the palace corridors. Following him and walking along either sides of him through the corridors were over two dozen young women dressed in maid uniforms. Though all these women were young and had differing lovely facial features, there was one trait they all shared; they all had large boobs, their sizes ranging from at least a DD to a J cup with varying shapes whether firm and round or supple and hanging. All of the girls’ massive mounds jiggled, bounced, swayed and shook in their cleavage-flaunting uniforms as they walked, with Prince Anthony taking numerous glances at their moving cleavage.
“What shall we do now, my prince?” One of the girls said.
The Prince looked around at all the girls with a contemplating expression and then smiled.
“I know what we will do, my dears,” He said.
The girls perked up at the possibilities of what he wanted. He looked at the eight girls in the front.
“However, I will only need you eight lovely ladies for this activity,” He said, “While the rest of you work on my wing and rest in your rooms until I summon you.”
The other sixteen young women let out disappointed moans and sighs and went about their business while the other eight looked hopefully at the young prince.
Several minutes later, the Prince stood in the weapons training room holding a rapier. Standing several feet in front of him was eight of his busty maids holding rapiers as well, prepared as if for some battle. He smiled.
“You girls know the rules. We’ll see how you do this time,” the Prince said, Begin!
With that command, the girls charged Prince Anthony bearing their swords, their abundant bosoms rapidly bouncing and almost ready to pop out of their tops. Prince Anthony drooled at the sight of the massive mammaries bouncing towards him but he concentrated, knowing what was at stake. He ran towards the girls, swiftly dodging their attempted strikes, swinging his sword, and getting past all of them. The girls tried their best but couldn t make a single successful strike. His movements were fluid and smooth like a river running through the mountains. Suddenly, everyone stopped and Prince Anthony was on the opposite side of the room behind the girls. Upon sheathing his rapier, the girls’ uniforms burst into shreds, leaving the girls naked. What was once blouses, skirts, panties, and brassieres had turned into numerous pieces of fabric, revealing the all natural state of the girls’ curvy bodies. When their scraps of clothes fell to the floor, all of the girls covered themselves and fell to their knees in startled screams.
“The Prince has beaten us all again,” cried a sky blue haired elf.
“You would think after so many losses, we would’ve gotten better,” said a fiery redhead.
“Prince Anthony always seems ahead of us,” said a golden-haired maiden.
“Now my lovelies,” started Prince Anthony as he approached his plethora of maids, “You must remember I have been taught since I was a child and many of you have only just started learning.”
The maids looked down, disappointed in their odds against a master of Prince Anthony’s skill. Prince Anthony noticed this and decided to uplift the downhearted damsels. He undid his ponytail, letting his long black hair fall freely and untamed, and began to remove his shirt.
“Besides, have you girls forgotten the terms of this game?” Prince Anthony dropped his shirt on the floor. The girls looked up at the Prince realizing what he was saying.
“It is a win-win situation,” He said letting his pants fall to the floor, “The winner has sex with all the losers.”
The girls looked at the prince standing there proudly with his manhood standing up right as well.
“Come, my girls. I wish to enjoy my spoils!” Prince Anthony leapt towards the girls and began a large orgy filled with a great deal of tit fucking, blow jobs, and other forms of oral sex.
<br>
“Whew! That’s the last of it,” Cyril said wiping his brow after getting everything packed up and prepared for their departure from the forest and their small journey to Mobas. He had finished the last of the stuff that needed packing. He looked at the bags around him; there were four bags that made up the tent, their sleeping mats, the food, and other camping supplies. Along with Mikhaela’s clothes, Mikhaela s belongings, his clothes and belongings, there were ten bags as a whole. Had they been ordinary travelers, they would ve needed a horse or some other form of pack carrying creature to haul all of this stuff. However being sorcerers, they had an easier way. Cyril laid out a large piece of cloth on the ground and placed the camping and food stuffs in the center of it. He stood outside of the cloth and began to chant magical words. Suddenly, the cloth began to glow and lift at the corners of the cloth. The corners came to the center over the fabric, tied together tightly over the pile of bags, and the bundle began to shrink. By the time Cyril was finished the bundle stopped glowing and shrank down to the size of a large cat. Cyril let out a sigh after finishing the spell, walked over to the bundle, picked it up and put it with the other luggage.
“Everything’s packed and ready,” He said satisfied. He looked around the campsite and realized something was missing.
“Where’s Mikhaela?”
He began to notice a sound among the bird chirping and other forest sounds; the sound of a soft humming nearby to the campsite. He followed the humming to a small clearing surrounded by a circle of trees where Mikhaela sat on a log. She was singing some ancient elvish ballad. He could make out one or two words but it wasn t that that drew him in. It was a surprise to him that Mikhaela could sing so beautifully. She hadn’t sung around him but she had an amazing voice. The sight as well was quite astounding. The sunlight made her hair as vibrant as a tiger lily and her skin seemed to glow as well. He really considered himself lucky to have met her and have her as a teacher. He was only able to stare at her for a while until she noticed him. She looked over and noticed his dumbfounded expression.
“Hey there, Cyril. Is everything packed up and ready?”
Cyril shook off his stare.
“Uh, yeah. Everything s packed up.”
Good, Mikhaela stood up from the log, “Are you ready then or are you just gonna stand there and hope your stares make a hole in my blouse?”
Cyril’s face turned crimson and Mikhaela laughed. The two headed back to the campsite, grabbed their stuff and made their way to Mobas.
A couple hours later at the castle, a lovely brunette maid with long hair reaching down to her short, panty-revealing skirt walked into the training room. Upon entering, she found several of nude fellow maids lying on the floor, passed out from their orgy with the prince. The brunette maid saw among the comatose bodies, Prince Anthony also unconscious and almost instinctively groping the two bustiest maids next him in his sleep. The girls whom he groped let out soft and sweet coos and sighs as he molested while comatose. The brunette sighed and knelt down to next to Prince Anthony.
“My lord, it is time to arise from your sleep.”
Prince Anthony sleepily arose. He let go his spoils and looked at the brunette maid.
“Oh, Mina,” Prince Anthony said stretching, “Good morning.”
Mina sighed and handed the Prince a hair tie, underwear, a tunic, and pants which he took, “It is nearly the afternoon actually, my lord. I assume by all of the unconscious staff that you won your game of strip fencing?”
Prince Anthony looked back at her with a sly smirk while he tied his hair in a pony tail. Mina merely rolled her eyes.
“I suppose I needn’t ask,” Mina said. She turned up her nose and walked in front of Prince Anthony. As she did, Prince Anthony spied the flash of Mina’s big, firm, panty-clad bottom. He smiled in a perverted manner. She wore somewhat plain panties that almost formed to the crack of her butt. He preferred his maids to wear thongs, g-strings, or sometimes nothing at all but Mina would often quietly rebel against him. He walked up behind her and began fondling her left boob with his left hand.
“You’re not jealous are you Mina my dear?” He said slyly.
“Not in the slightest,” She said trying to look away from him.
The prince chuckled. He moved his right hand under her skirt and began stroking her pussy. Mina let out a small, surprised sigh and blushed slightly. This was one of the things He liked about Mina. Her denial was such an interesting factor about her. He didn’t mind the girls who would fawn over him or the ones who acted like complete and utter nymphomaniacs but something about Mina’s rebellion that drew him. Mina had occasionally thought about leaving but Prince Anthony was pretty good in bed. If it wasn’t for that she thought that she would escape the castle, go to an augmenter, and have her breasts reduced. Anthony smiled and let her go. Mina looked him slightly annoyed.
“I thank you for letting go of me, my lord,” She said, secretly wishing he hadn’t.
“I’m sure you are,” Prince Anthony said buttoning up his tunic. He looked at his comatose maids on the floor and thought about something. After a few minutes, he turned to Mina.
“Mina, Get the four bustiest girls of our staff dressed for an outing and have them meet me at the palace gates,” He said, “It’s time to go into Mobas to find for some new blood.”
“Yes my lord,” She said accepting the prince’s order and leaving to fetch these girls.
“Thanks for giving us the room on such short notice,” Mikhaela said to the old woman innkeeper.
“Please, it s no trouble at all,” said the innkeeper, “Where will you two be going?”
“We have supplies we need in town,” Cyril said, “We won’t be gone long.” With that and a kind farewell, Cyril and Mikhaela left the inn and went into town. The innkeeper watched them go.
“So they’re a master sorceress and her pupil, huh?” She giggled, “I do so love little complicated relationships like those.”
As Cyril and Mikhaela walked through the city, Cyril noticed so much attention was focused on Mikhaela. It wasn t much of a surprise. Considering her immense and obvious assets, Mikhaela was bound to draw attention. Most of these stares and glances were obviously perverted in nature from most if not all of the men while some were glares of jealousy from most of the women. However there was something else too. There was a strange air of woe as if something unfortunate had happened or was about to happen here. Mikhaela noticed Cyril looking around very serious in his thoughts. She went up to him.
“What’s up?” She said.
“Whuh?” responded Cyril.
“You looked really focused on something. You okay?”
“Yeah, I m fine. It s nothing.”
Mikhaela looked at him for a minute and then shrugged.
“Whatever. Come on,” Mikhaela said pressing forward, “We should get some food and some spell ingredients for the trip.”
“Right.”
Cyril looked back. Something seemed very wrong in this town. Maybe it s just my imagination, He thought and walked off following Mikhaela.
Elsewhere in Mobas, Prince Anthony strolled down the streets with a small entourage of busty, beautiful women. These girls were dressed in very special clothing. Each of them wore a sleeveless blouse with a very low neckline that almost stretched down to their nipples and a skirt cut high enough to show off a portion of the girls’ ass cheeks. Many men’s eyes stared at Prince Anthony’s entourage. Normally he would revel in the envy of the male villagers as they stared at his entourage but that wasn’t why he was here today. He had come here to find some new blood; to find a sexy, bouncy, busty girl to add to his harem. He would do this from time to time. Come into town with a few girls from his harem, spot some babe or babes with huge knockers and convince them to come with him. It was an offer no woman could refuse; free room and board at the castle, 3 meals a day, spa access and all that was needed was to wear sexy and skimpy clothing, occasionally clean his wing of the castle provocatively, and fulfill his sexual desires.
Of course, some things weren’t going as well. It was starting to seem that he had added every beautiful, curvaceous babe in Mobas to his harem. Every time, he came into town to search for new blood it was getting harder to a well endowed woman, girl with gazongas, and busty babe among the townspeople. Though he was quite the pervert, he did have standards; He liked his women young, willing, and stacked. He wanted women with breasts that at least was a D or DD. He didn’t want little girls with tiny tits and he didn’t want old ladies with breasts that banged on their kneecaps. In this time, He hoped that there would be some young girl who was blessed by puberty with a sizable bosom. However it seemed like that wasn’t happening. He was starting to wonder if the villagers had started binding their daughters’ growing breasts so they would not be found out by him or perhaps had an augmenter place some sort of a magical seal on their daughters’ boobs. Prince Anthony sighed.
“This town is starting to run dry on tits,” He thought out loud.
This problem was become too prominent. He was starting to try and figure out some way to get some new women in his harem. Maybe convince his father to have him become a regent in one of the other towns of the kingdom. There was also the thought of perhaps finding one of these pornographic stars and convincing them to join his harem. He had also heard from the villagers about these ‘mail-order’ concubines from the eastern empires who supposedly really knew how to satisfy a man. Either way, he had to something quick about this problem.
“Thank you,” said an unfamiliar voice out of the crowd.
Prince Anthony winced. He looked around among the villagers. Coming out of a magic store was a man with brown hair that he had never seen before. He shrugged figuring it was some wanderer and was about to go with his entourage to the erotic district but stopped and stared when he saw coming with the man out of the store. Following the wanderer was a beautiful girl with fiery red hair and the most enormous breasts he had ever seen in his whole life. Anthony merely stood there staring at the girl for a few minutes. After a few more minutes, he took a deep breath and screamed out happily,
“JACKPOT!!!!!!!”
In the middle of the afternoon, Cyril and Mikhaela came to a tavern within the town. They entered, seated, and ordered some drinks. Shortly after ordering, their waitress returned with their beverages.
“Here you are,” the waitress said setting their respective drinks in front of them and promptly left. Cyril and Mikhaela took a sip of their drinks.
“Ahh,” Cyril sighed, “That hits the spot. After all that shopping, it s good to relax for a little.”
Mikhaela nodded and looked over a small piece of paper; her eyes going up and down the parchment. Cyril looked at her.
“What are you looking at?” Cyril asked.
“I’m going down my list of spell ingredients and other supplies,” Mikhaela answered, “Making sure we didn’t forget anything while we were out.”
“Did we?”
“Nope, we’re all set and have enough provisions and other things to last us to the next town,” Mikhaela replied with a smile.
Cyril smiled back, “Good, That’s always kind of annoying when you forget something. Where are we headed next?”
“We’re going to the white elf city of Aguila,” She said, “I was going to meet with an old friend of mine, Malky.”
“Malky?” Cyril questioned at the name. He wondered who this old friend was. The name given was obviously a nickname. What was the full name of this friend? He started to conceive the concept of this Malky being a female light elf and started fantasizing of her being a sexy goddess of a light elf. “Who s this Malky?” He asked still fantasizing.
“He’s Malkivor the great light elf sorcerer,” Mikhaela stated.
Cyril came out of his fantasy in surprise. While slightly disappointed this wasn’t a female friend, he was astonished at the notification.
“You mean Malkivor of the west? The Great light elf sorcerer who defeated the Black Stone Golem of Navrad? That Malkivor?” Cyril asked excitedly.
“Yes that Malkivor,” She said, “He was an old teacher of mine and taught me some white magic for defense against demons and powerful, dark mages.”
“Amazing,” Cyril said, “It’s so cool that you know someone like him.”
Mikhaela merely smiled at Cyril and took another sip of her drink. Suddenly the busy and chattering tavern quieted. Cyril and Mikhaela looked up surprised at the silence and looked to see what caused it. Walking into the establishment was a black haired young man with four busty women following him. He wore a frilled tunic and slim pants in colors of royal purple and blue with gold trimming and embroidery. He walked proudly over to Cyril and Mikhaela. When getting to their table, he turned to the red haired sorceress and smiled.
“How do you do, madam,” He greeted grabbing her hand and kissing it, “It is a pleasure to see such a beauty as yourself on this fine day. May I ask your name?”
Mikhaela was a little surprised at this interest in her. Cyril seemed a little surprised but not as much as her master. He figured Mikhaela would get a lot of attention.
“Well, I am Mikhaela,” She said and gestured to her pupil, “And this is Cyril.”
“Hello,” Cyril greeted. The young man looked at Cyril for less than a second and returned his view to Mikhaela. Cyril gained a flat expression at the black haired man s little acknowledgement of his presence.
“And you are?” Mikhaela asked.
“Oh forgive my manners,” He said standing straight up, “I am Anthony Stallhart, crown prince and son of King Patrick Stallhart, king of the kingdom of Callister.”
“You’re the prince of this kingdom?” Cyril said in complete surprise.
Prince Anthony looked at him annoyed, “What a rude and incredulous way to say it.”
“Well, It’s a pleasure to meet you, your majesty,” Mikhaela said politely.
“Oh no, lovely Miss Mikhaela,” He said holding her and looking at her with a sly expression on his face, “The pleasure is all mine.”
His eyes drifted down to her long line of cleavage. He danced inwardly, overjoyed to have found a woman with such amazing breasts. He couldn’t wait to her back to the palace and have some fun with her.
Cyril watched the scene playing out. He had expected that Mikhaela would gain some sort of suitor but he didn’t expect it to be a prince. His vision drifted to the people surrounding them. He noticed something about them; they were looking somewhat solemnly at the scene and whispered amongst themselves. He wasn’t sure what they were talking about exactly but he was sure there was something not quite right that was going on.
“Mikhaela, I would love for you to join me for dinner at the palace this evening,” He suggested.
“I’m not sure your majesty,” Mikhaela said, “I had planned to go back with Cyril to our hotel. Besides, I’ve been in the wilderness for a couple days. I would love to take a bath or shower.”
“Oh my dear, do not worry,” he said, “We have a large bath the size of a large pond at the castle. You may use that instead of a puny, little tub in some run down inn.”
Mikhaela was interested in the idea of a large royal bath. She would love to soak in one. She noticed too that Prince Anthony’s eyes were almost glued to her cleavage. He seemed surprisingly fixated on them considering the fact that he appeared to already have a large number of women to satisfy him. He must be quite the breast nut, Mikhaela thought. I’ll be nice and give him what he wants.
“Very well, your highness,” Mikhaela said, “I accept your invitation.”
“Splendid! Let’s return to the castle,” Prince Anthony said.
“Wait, Mikhaela,” Cyril said, “You’re leaving?”
Mikhaela turned to Cyril, looked at him and turned to the prince, “One moment, Prince Anthony.”
Mikhaela came up Cyril. Cyril looked at her surprised and disappointed.
“Why are you going with him?” Cyril asked.
“Oh don’t worry, Cyril,” Mikhaela said, “I’m just going for dinner. It’s not like I’m getting married to him and becoming his queen or something.”
“But,” He started.
“Look. I m just going for dinner, a bath, and maybe if the prince is good, I’ll have some sex with him,” Mikhaela said, “It’s just one night. I’ll come back to the inn tomorrow and we’ll leave Mobas, Okay?”
Cyril still looked worried. He didn’t like this. Mikhaela looked him straight in the eye.
“I’ll comeback. I promise.”
She kissed him on the cheek, went back to the prince and his entourage, and left. Cyril merely stood there surprised. He felt like he would never see her again.
No comments:
Post a Comment