The Palace Beast

"Kill them all," said the king as he walks out. He made his way to his chamber.

Pushing the door of his chamber open, Eva welcomed him with a smile. She was lying on the king's bed since the king left for his hunt for the ghoul. He was lost in this new surprise. He never thought of seeing Eva in his chamber waiting for him. She is wrapped in an enormous towel, soft as a robe. He slowly shuts the door behind him and walks closer to the bed with smiles on his face.

"I have been waiting for you," Eva said with a wink. "I know your day has been stressful, I can help you relax. Come join me, my king," she added in a soothing voice.

Without hesitating, King Afa quickly joined her on the bed. They lie across it diagonally, and he begins to draw the towel apart with care, to remove it as if it were a bandage. Her flesh appears, still smelling a little of soap. His hands float onto her. The sum of small acts begins to unite them, the pure calculus of love. He feels himself enter. Her last breath-it is almost a sign-leaves her. Her white throat appears.

Princess Bonnie's Chamber For days now, the Princess has been running after a slave young man. The knights of Maxis arrived at Maxis after a long trip to Egypt days ago. They came back with much goods, gold, and precious stones from Egypt. They also came back from their trip with new dozens of male slaves. One of the slaves is known as Andrew, having an attractive, well-proportioned, and pointed nose with gap teeth. He was different from the rest of the slaves with them. He stood before the Princess putting up a cute smile.

The Princess has exempted him from his slavery work and has assigned him to tend to her needs personally. Other slaves couldn't help but murmur any time a guard comes to their quarters to call out for Andrew.

"Take off your pants and let me see you."

So this was the moment. All would be revealed. She no longer cared. Come death, come life, there is a part to play and that is all.

Hesitatingly, Andrew let down his brown pants of his. There was a silence.

Then the princess said, "I have never seen a man before and I have kept myself but I can't let myself burn inside again."

"The stories I have heard, the fleshiness, the swelling, but you are like a flower." She touched his bulbs. "They are like sweet chestnuts."She stroked the waxy coating kept fresh to protect them. The tips of her fingers glistened. "What do you call these?"

"This one is key of pleasure, and this one is lover's dream." He said this quite sincerely because it was so.

"And what do you call this?" Her fingers had reached the center now. He had to think fast.

"I call it, my stem of spring."

Princess Bonnie laughed delightedly and kissed the red flower, its petals fastened tight into ahead. Fortunately, my mother had made it quite secure and the princess could play with it all she liked.

Then a strange thing began to happen. As the princess kissed and petted his tulip, his own sensations grew exquisite, but as yet no stronger as his astonishment, as he felt his disguise come to life. The tulip began to stand. He looked down. There it was, making a bridge from his body to hers.

He was still wearing his tunic and the princess could not see the leather belt that carried everything with it. All she could see, all she could feel, was the eagerness of his bulbs and stem.

Se kneeled down, the tulip waving at her as it had done on the hillside that afternoon he cut it down.

Very gently the princess lowered herself across his knees and he felt the firm redhead and pale shaft plant itself in her body. a delicate green-tinted sap dribbled down her thighs.

King Afa's Chamber "Ouch," Eva arched against the king when he moved to her other breast. Her insides felt a little painful, but not unbearable. Two fingers worked. Not as long as he continued to shower attention on her breasts with his lips. Her eyes rolled back into her head as his thumb caressed a particularly pleasant area. So near. It was astounding how strong what was developing was. astounding. When this hit, her body would be reduced to atoms and dust. She would cry if he stopped. Weep and plead. may kill. She arrived, moaning, all tensed muscles. It was nearly excessive. Nearly.

He inserted his tongue deep into her, evoking a deafening groan that delighted him. She was a well tuned instrument that produced the most amazing noises when he touched her just right. These noises were raw, intense, and utterly wonderful as he tore into her with his tongue. As he had instructed, she grabbed his hair, yanked, and drew him nearer. Her groans evolved into a single, prolonged, high-pitched climax as he inserted one finger within her, crooking it and striking her there. When he finally slowed down to gaze up at her, he saw that her face was blazing and that her hair was in a chaotic tumble. She shook against him, her legs trembling.