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Sleeping Booty - A Twisted Fairy Tale
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

An XXX rated tale loosely based on the combination of 
Sleeping Beauty and Snow White, wherein the princess 
lies ensorcelled, and can be awakened only by some very 
special sperm. (MF, nc, rp, v, 1st, humor, preg)

***

Once upon a time there was a beautiful little princess. 
Her name was Aludra, which, in the language of her 
people, meant "unwanted one". Of course she didn't know 
this, because all the servants in the palace DID want 
her. They loved her dearly. She was sweet and pretty 
and fun to be around, whereas her mother was a stone 
cold class A Bitch. The Queen was such a bitch that, 
after her husband, the King, knocked her up with 
Aludra, she poisoned him.

"Imagine!" she thought. "That pig making my belly 
swell, giving me stretch marks, making me look FAT!" It 
had been unpardonable, and so she made him pay. 

Unknown to the King, she was a witch of the most evil 
sort. And so she used her magic to create a poison that 
would, to the King, be irresistible, and which she knew 
he would gladly take. 

But I get ahead of the story. You'll learn more about 
that later.

Aludra was different than her mother in many ways. 
While the Queen was evil incarnate, Aludra was born 
pure and as unstained as a human being can be. In later 
years, philosophers would argue that all hint of 
goodness in the Queen was fed to the baby in her womb, 
leaving her without a single iota of decency after the 
birth. The Queen ranted and raved and had people beaten 
and whipped for the most trifling errors. Aludra loved 
everyone and protected them as she got older and 
realized she could do so. 

In one thing were they alike. Both were beautiful. In 
fact, one might have looked in the official dictionary 
of the kingdom (now queendom?) for the phrase "Brick 
Shithouse" and their pictures would have been there as 
an illustration. But the Queen was dark of skin, with 
raven black hair that fell to her buttocks. She never 
ever cut her hair, because it had been imbued with 
magical powers when she was a little girl herself. 

Well, she never cut her head hair. 

There was other hair on her body that she took great 
pains to keep well trimmed and shaped. That hair was 
between her legs. It also had magical properties, for 
whenever she showed that hair to a man, he became her 
slave. Her body was the epitome of classical 
femininity. She had a small waist, below which were 
hips that beckoned a man and which framed a pussy that 
most men would die for (and which no few men HAD died 
because of). Above her waist swelled a pair of breasts 
that caused most men to stop breathing, sometimes for 
an extended period. Her firm jutting breasts were the 
foundation for a pair of nipples, coal black, set on 
only slightly lighter areolas. 

No man except her husband the King had ever been 
allowed to suck at those nipples. And it was through 
those nipples that she introduced the poison that had 
killed the King. She had cast a spell upon her own 
breast milk, a spell of the darkest sort and, when the 
King sucked her nipples, she smiled, not from pleasure, 
but from the knowledge that he would be dead before 
morning. 

As for her daughter, she had plans for that unwanted 
babe, and couldn't afford to kill the runt off. Not yet 
anyway. According to the old scroll the Queen had 
found, a virgin princess of one's own blood could be 
involved in a magic spell that would result in 
immortality. It meant killing your own issue, but... it 
was worth it. And so, due to the spell, she denied her 
only daughter her breasts, and the deadly milk they 
held.

Or at least she THOUGHT she had denied them. For, you 
see, after Aludra was born, and the Queen had glanced 
at her, frowning and yelling to get the brat away from 
her, she had fallen into a deep sleep. The midwife, not 
knowing about her dangerous breasts, had laid Aludra on 
the Queen's breast while she slept. And Aludra, being a 
baby, had done what babies do and had suckled her 
mother's tit.

She had swallowed only one gulp, however, before she 
began to scream and cry so fearfully that the midwife 
immediately snatched her up and carried her to the 
royal nursery, trying to quiet her loud complaining 
screams. Of course the reason she cried so was that the 
magic in the milk was of the evil sort, and the 
innocent and sweet Aludra's body was shocked by the 
foul tasting and deadly milk.

Of course no one knew why poor Aludra was crying. What 
neither she, nor her mother knew, was that some of the 
Queen's antibodies to the poison had been in that sip 
of milk, and thus, the baby didn't die. Even more 
important, though, was that a tiny bit of dark magic 
had passed into Aludra in her mouthful of milk. 

Further, because it was only a tiny amount of magic, 
and because Aludra's essence was so pure and good, the 
milk's inherent evil was first weakened, then 
neutralized and finally turned to good. It soon coursed 
through Aludra's veins, moving to every part of her 
body. 

She finally stopped crying and her nurse suddenly 
realized what a beautiful baby this was. In fact, the 
nurse was so taken with the child she couldn't stop 
staring.

This was to become a well known phenomenon where Aludra 
was concerned. It was as if she were a magnet to the 
eye of the observer. And everyone who saw her thought 
she was the most beautiful girl they'd ever seen. 

The Queen didn't mind. After all, she wanted nothing to 
do with the girl and had no plans for her until her 
18th birthday. At that time the Queen planned on 
performing a ceremony that, among various incantations, 
involved cutting out her daughter's heart, cooking it 
just past medium rare, and eating it, from which point 
on the Queen would never age, her beauty would never 
fade, and she would begin her life as an immortal.

It was therefore imperative that Aludra remain a virgin 
until her 18th birthday. About this the Queen didn't 
concern herself. 

At least not until Aludra began her menses and began to 
bud into sweet womanhood. It was at that point that the 
Queen noticed an elderly courtier, Count Versnov by 
name, who was staring at Aludra as she walked through 
the throne room. Aludra was dressed in peasant's 
clothing, which the Queen required her to wear quite 
often in an attempt to crush her spirit. And so, the 
simple, light dress Aludra had on, did almost nothing 
to hide her budding breasts and swelling hips. 

Count Versnov, who by anyone's reckoning was at least 
seventy, let his mouth slowly drop open and a thin line 
of drool ran down one corner as he gaped at the girl. 
The Queen dropped her gaze and to her immense surprise, 
she observed that Count Versnov's penis had stiffened 
to the point that it poked his pants out at least six 
inches. Even the Count was astounded when he looked 
down and saw his noble member acting as if it were 
thirty years younger.

That night, the Count was invited to attend the Queen. 
He was the second man in the world to taste the 
delights of the Queen's nipples, and he too was dead by 
morning.

The Queen began to take more notice of how people 
responded to her daughter. Men were struck dumb in her 
presence. True her skin was the color of new fallen 
snow. True her lips were red and full. True her breasts 
were large and firm. True her hair was golden. The 
Queen dropped in on her daughter at bed time one night 
and her fears were confirmed. 

Aludra's breasts were graced with light pink areolas, 
capped with bright red nipples just aching to be 
nibbled like fresh strawberries. Aludra's pubes were 
golden, almost invisible, and did nothing to cover the 
plump pink lips that pouted between her thighs. The 
Queen found herself wishing she could sup at those lips 
- drink her fill with the nectar that no doubt rested 
within... 

She shook her head, shaking off the spell and realized 
for the first time that, within her daughter, rested 
something else - magic - and not just any old magic, 
but magic that made her irresistible to the opposite 
sex. And maybe even to her own. Aludra turned to her 
mother. "Mother!" she smiled. "What brings you here?". 
Again the Queen felt the intense desire to love and 
touch and nurture this girl. 

Horror of horrors. 

She fled.

Something had to be done. The girl would never remain a 
virgin if this were allowed to continue.

The Queen retired to her tower study and pored through 
her arcane books. She found a spell that was supposed 
to snuff out love - sort of an anti-love potion. It 
required the sperm of an adolescent blacksmith, among 
other ingredients.

And, as it happened, that after bedtime several nights 
later, Aludra approached her mother's bedchamber to ask 
her mother why she had fled the other night. Aludra had 
never gone to her mother's rooms before, and she was 
not aware that one could enter only after ringing a 
bell and receiving permission. 

Instead, she just opened the door and walked in. She 
was perplexed immediately upon seeing something round 
and white, rising and falling rhythmically in the 
center of the bed. As she stared, she realized it 
looked just like a pair of buttocks. She had seen 
buttocks on numerous occasions as she walked by men who 
had dropped their pants to urinate in the fields, or 
alongside the road. 

Then she made out a leg, bent at the knee, that was 
beside the buttocks. No, a pair of knees that the 
buttocks were between. Suddenly a man's back rose from 
behind the buttocks, and she realized she was looking 
at a naked man's back. The man's legs were covered by 
bedclothes. She stared in shock as she realized the man 
was Adomos, the blacksmith's son. 

She heard a voice. "Yes, boy, you are doing well. Now 
you must go faster." It was her mother's voice! And it 
was coming from the person whose knees she saw 
straddling Adomos's backside.

Aludra crept closer to the bed. What in the world was 
going on?

Adomos kicked his legs, knocking the covers off of them 
and Aludra barely kept in her gasp of surprise. 

Now she knew what was going on. 

She could clearly see that the funny thing that men 
peed out of, and which they called a penis. It usually 
hung between their legs, like a shriveled sausage, but 
the one on Adomos had become quite stiff and long. Not 
only that, but Adomos had placed his penis into a hole 
between her mother's legs, and was ramming it 
repeatedly into the hole. Apparently it was painful to 
him, because he was groaning and moaning as if his life 
were at an end. He even yelled at one point, "Oh, my 
Queen, I fear I shall die." 

The Queen murmured something back. Aludra knew she 
hadn't heard right. It sounded like her mother had said 
"Oh, I'll not be surprised at that."

Then Adomos cried out "Ohhhhhh... it is time... Oh my 
Queen... I give thee my gift... Ahhhhhhh."

Aludra watched, first with interest as the stiff thing 
between Adomos's legs began to jerk and a circle of 
creamy white fluid built up around it where it entered 
her mother's body. But her interest turned to disgust 
and then horror as it jerked harder, now shaking Adomos 
entire body as he flailed and writhed and cried out. 
His skin began to wrinkle, as if his insides were 
getting smaller. His cries grew weaker and weaker as 
his inner body shrank more and more until all that was 
left was a leathery bag that was once his skin. 

Aludra opened her mouth to scream out her horror but 
the sound froze in her throat as her mother grasped the 
empty skin of her lover and flung it on the floor 
beside the bed. 

"I have no more need of YOU, oh son of the blacksmith." 
Aludra knew she had to hide - that if her mother saw 
her something even more horrible would happen. She 
stepped behind a tapestry hanging on the wall. She 
found a moth hole she could spy through. 

Again her groin tightened with horror as she watched 
her mother get out of bed and squat over a stone bowl. 
The Queen appeared to flex the muscles of her abdomen 
and a large gooey mass of glowing ivory drooled out of 
the hole between her legs and dripped into the bowl. 
When it had stopped dripping, the Queen stood, 
inspected the pool of glowing liquid and nodded her 
head. "Now, my little vixen, we'll ensure your 
virginity until I need it." She threw on a robe and 
left the room through a door that led to steps going 
up.

Aludra was almost unable to make her legs work. What 
had her mother been talking about? Who was she talking 
to? What had she done to poor Adomos? She tip-toed over 
to what was left of the boy and knew immediately that 
Adomos was no more. 

She also knew, for the first time, that her mother was 
a horrible person.

Aludra didn't know quite what to do. Without thinking 
she ran out of the Castle and to the house of the 
Blacksmith, Goodman Buden. She pounded on the door 
again and again until she heard the blacksmith's rough 
voice "Coming Coming. Ease off there whoever you are. 
I'm Coming." The door was flung open and Aludra found 
herself looking at the blacksmith's chest. He was two 
heads taller than Aludra, and wider by far - almost as 
wide as the door. He was also staring out into the 
night, right over Aludra's head. "What?!" he roared, 
before realizing someone was standing in front of him.

He peered at her. "Princess!" he barked. "Whatever is 
wrong?"

"Oh Goodman Buden, I fear your son is dead! I saw him 
wither and die before my very eyes and I don't know 
what to do."

"Quickly," he barked again. "Come inside and tell me 
what happened."

So Aludra found herself in the house of the blacksmith, 
a widower, by chance, and a man dressed only in a light 
nightshirt. Aludra had fled the castle in such a hurry 
that she wore only her thin nightdress, a diaphanous 
slip of silk that was almost, if not quite, 
transparent. Further, she was panting with the exertion 
of having run all the way to the house, and her 
succulent breasts were heaving. 

The blacksmith, who was quite aware of the seeming 
enchantment upon the princess, averted his eyes 
immediately. He had found himself standing stock still, 
staring at her beauty on many occasions before he had 
figured out she attracted men's eyes with magic 
somehow. And, he had decided that the only way to 
converse with her (or get any work done) was to talk to 
something close to her, and not to herself at all. 

He was holding his own, though not completely able to 
concentrate on exactly what she was saying. Then the 
words "ramming his penis into my mother" broke through 
the haze in his mind. Startled beyond control, he 
looked straight at her.

The fire was behind her. Her gown was all but 
transparent. The magic snared him.

"And then his penis started to swell and jerk and he 
began to..." Aludra was trying to tell Goodman Buden 
what had happened, but she trailed off as his eyes 
glazed over and he sort of leaned to one side. 

He moaned. 

One of his massive hands brushed the front of his night 
shirt. Aludra looked down and saw a huge tent in the 
front of the shirt. His hands were fumbling with the 
shirt, pulling it up, bunching it around his waist.

"You mean" he droned in a hypnotized voice "His 
penis... like this?" His hands dragged the hem of his 
night shirt above his waist.

Aludra stared. Her face burned as she blushed. Goodman 
Buden had exposed his own penis to her! 

And WHAT a penis it was! It was MONSTROUS! It was at 
least three hand spans long. It was as big around as 
her wrist. It had a big purple knob at the end, which 
had something beginning to ooze out of a little hole 
there. 

The sides of the tube were gnarly with curving lines 
and it was rooted in a bush of dark hair that flew out 
in all directions. And hanging below all this was a 
sack that looked like it could hold a King's ransom in 
gold. All in all it looked like it could be used as a 
pretty effective club in time of war! One of his hands 
grasped the penis and stroked it, forward and back 
once. 

"I have a penis," he sighed, taking a step toward her.

Aludra's eyes went round. What was he doing? 

Then she remembered what his son had done with HIS 
penis and she began to back up, the pit of her stomach 
going warm and fuzzy somehow. But her mind was sharp 
and she realized he was not in full control of his 
faculties. 

She also knew that if she did nothing HIS penis would 
soon be doing what his SON'S penis had been doing - 
albeit in a different vagina. Part of her thrilled to 
the chance to find out what that might feel like. 

But she liked Goodman Buden, and couldn't begin to 
accept that what had happened to his son might happen 
to him too. She had to do something to snap him out of 
it. Her hand went behind her to the table top. She felt 
something. A spoon. A long wooden spoon. She grasped 
it. Then she swung.

The spoon contacted exactly on the bulbous tip of 
Goodman Buden's penis. His eyes cleared, he dropped his 
eyes to the point of impact, and he folded like a piece 
of cheap paper. The sound he made caused her spine to 
shiver.

Aludra addressed the man, who was curled in a ball on 
the floor. "I'm so sorry Goodman, but you weren't 
yourself and I had to do something..." The sounds he 
was making nearly made her heart break. She saw that 
his hand was now wrapped around just the tip of his 
mammoth member, and he was squeezing it tightly. 

She went to the fire and round a pot of water sitting 
to one side of the fire box. It had hot water in it. 
She dipped a cloth into the water and returned to him. 
"Here, apply this hot compress. Maybe it will help." 

But he was rocking back and forth, moaning piteously. 
So she pried his hand away and swathed the swollen tip 
in the hot, wet cloth. 

"Ahhhhhhh," he sighed. Slowly his eyes opened and 
looked into hers. "Princess, I cannot look at you, or 
else I'll lose my mind again," he groaned. "But I am in 
such pain. And what you are doing brings such comfort." 

He was not a stupid man. "I have an idea," he said. "I 
will keep my eyes closed. If you will follow my 
instructions, we may be able to find out if this 
enchantment can be broken."

She was willing. "Of course Goodman." she said.

Which is how it came to be that Princess Aludra found 
herself being taught how to pleasure a man with her 
hand. Her stroke was light and quick, but with enough 
firmness to ensure the entire surface of his prick was 
stimulated. That would have been enough for any man, 
but she could see where she had caused a bruise, where 
there was a darker purple swelling on one side of the 
tip. And, quite innocently, she leaned forward to place 
a kiss upon that injury.

Which is how it came to be that Princess Aludra found 
her face covered in a thick coating of the blacksmith's 
rich white semen. It filled her eyes, and in trying to 
drag it clear of them she got it in her mouth. 

The blacksmith, being a healthy man with a diet rich in 
greens and fruits, had sweet tasting semen, and she 
soon found that the simplest and easiest way to deal 
with the mess was to scrape it all into her mouth and 
swallow it. 

Then she remembered the hot rag and brought it to bear. 
Once she got her eyes open she found the blacksmith 
staring at her as if she were some sort of mythical 
creature, seen once in only a thousand years. But his 
eyes were clear. He started when he realized she was 
inspecting him for signs of intelligence and control.

"It seems, your majesty," he said gravely "That once... 
things are taken care of... the enchantment passes." 
His mighty penis gave some small lie to this statement 
by jerking in her hand. He pushed her hand away. "But 
let's not test that theory so soon." He smiled 
tentatively.

Then he heard her story and grieved for his lost son. 
Aludra told him everything, each sordid detail, 
including the part where she had obviously collected 
his dead son's sperm and even the essence of his life 
itself, to use in some evil plot involving some poor 
virgin.

Buden, as has been said, was not a stupid man. He had 
suspected for some time that the Queen practiced evil 
magic, and now, here was proof. But she was the Queen, 
and he was only a lowly blacksmith. He agreed to think 
on what she had said and to try to contact her later. 
She offered to come to his home again, but risking a 
glance at her gorgeous form, he thought that not a good 
idea. In fact, his prick was once again rising to 
praise her beauty, though he was at least able to keep 
his brains this time. She noticed though.

"Goodman, why does your penis stiffen like this?" his 
princess asked.

"Well, your majesty, you see, when a man sees a 
beautiful woman, such as yourself, it is only natural 
that he wishes to make a baby with her. It stiffens for 
that purpose."

"You mean it wishes to make a baby now? Here? With 
whom, goodman Blacksmith?

"Ah... er... well, your highness... uh, you see..." he 
stuttered.

Aludra stamped one pretty little foot. Goodman, what is 
wrong with your mouth? I asked a simple question. Your 
penis has stiffened and it wishes to make a baby. Is 
that not correct?" she frowned.

Buden spoke to a point just over her head, to a nail in 
the wall actually. "Ah, yes, your highness."

"Now," she said slowly, as if talking to a simpleton. 
"Who does your penis wish to make a baby with?"

"In, actually," said Buden, before he could think 
enough to clap a hand over his mouth.

"Very well, master blacksmith" she said "Who does your 
penis wish to make a baby IN? Speak up good man."

Buden didn't know what to do. Here was his princess, 
whom he couldn't look at, demanding to be told that he 
wished to jam his prick into her soft pink pussy, 
whereupon he wished to deposit gallons of his virile 
sperm, such that she would bear his twins (if possible) 
in nine short months. Of course she didn't know that 
was what she was demanding to be told. But he did. And 
he was quite sure his head would roll if he did so. But 
he had to tell her something.

"There's a lass," he said slowly. "A milk maid I saw in 
the market this morning." He gulped. "Your highness 
reminded me of her I suspect."

"Oh," said Aludra. "Well. That's fine then, but we 
can't waste time thinking about milk maids now, can we. 
We have an emergency. A problem of the highest 
magnitude. My mother has killed your son in a most vile 
and unnatural way. Whatever shall we do?" 

She didn't notice Buden sigh with relief at her 
acceptance of his lie. "As I said, highness, I will 
contact you later, after I have had a chance to develop 
a plan."

"I shall await your message" Aludra said breathlessly 
and she turned to run back to the castle. Of course 
Buden looked at her fleeting form, at which time he saw 
her lift her gown to her thighs and run. The night 
breeze uncovered her bare buttocks for just a moment 
and Buden was ensorcelled again. Had the princess 
looked back she'd have seen the man jerking another 
load of that yummy tasting white fluid toward her as 
she ran away.

The next day the queen completed her nasty business. 
Her evil spell had been concocted and the poor essence 
that had been the son of the blacksmith had become a 
vile liquid contained in a jade jar. The queen went to 
the kitchen and selected the most beautiful apple of 
all that were there and then rubbed the evil brew all 
over the ripe red skin of the fruit. Knowing her 
daughter loved to go to market on Thursdays, to mix 
with the unwashed of the village, she performed another 
spell that changed her appearance to that of an old 
hag. Then she took the poisoned apple and went to the 
village.

Aludra was walking through the market, leaving a trail 
of love struck men (and women) behind her, when she was 
approached by a short and ugly hag who was holding a 
lovely red apple. "Here, Princess... for you" croaked 
the hag. Aludra started to say no. "I have no money," 
she said, but the apple was thrust into her hands and 
the hag turned and disappeared into the crowd. 

Aludra looked at the apple, took a dainty bite, and 
fell to the ground senseless. She had been magically 
put into a deep sleep. A sleep that her mother planned 
her never to awaken from.

The next day, with great fanfare and many retainers, a 
coal black carriage pulled up and parked in front of 
the smithy. Buden, of course, knew who was in that 
carriage. He had made that carriage, after all, for the 
King, who gave it to his wife. 

Buden assumed that she had somehow found out that his 
sperm had crossed the lips of her daughter and was 
there to kill him. He had been working on a wagon 
spring, but when the Queen breezed into his shop he 
held a broadsword of immense proportions and was keenly 
examining the edge on the weapon. When the queen came 
into the room he knelt, the tip of the sword at his 
feet, his hands on the crosspiece. "My Queen" he 
rumbled.

"Ahh, goodman Blacksmith," the queen said sweetly. "I 
have need of your skills."

Buden glanced warily up at the evil woman. He felt no 
sorcery or enchantment. "How could one so low as I 
possibly be of service to you, your majesty?"

"Rise... rise blacksmith," commanded the queen. "I 
don't wish to address the floor. Now. I have a 
daughter. You may know of her."

Buden had risen. At mention of her daughter he gripped 
the sword's hilt. "Yes, your majesty." he said simply.

"She is a wild and unruly girl," said the queen. "If 
you've ever had children you know how... 
unappreciative... they can be."

He gripped the hilt of the sword harder, until his 
knuckles whitened. One stroke was all it would take to 
rid the Kingdom of this horrid witch forever. But there 
were soldiers outside and his life would also be 
forfeit. "Of course, your majesty," he said. He had an 
idea. "My own son has not come home from his frolicking 
this morning, and his work lies as yet undone." He 
peered at her closely. She made not a blink and showed 
no indication of any kind that she knew quite well why 
this was the case.

"Yes, well, peasants are generally unreliable," she 
said in a haughty voice. As he thought again about 
lopping off her evil head she went on. "But I'm here to 
talk about my daughter. She has gone and gotten herself 
enchanted in some way. She is sleeping, and no one can 
awaken her. She is not exactly dead, but she must be 
protected until she is eighteen...." 

She stopped suddenly, glaring at the blacksmith, who 
was intelligent enough to be looking at her feet, where 
a good peasant should look. "As I say, she is 
ensorcelled and will not awaken. Until I can find a 
cure, she must be protected. And so I am in need of a 
casket, not one for a dead person, but for my poor 
daughter. It must protect her and be unable to be 
opened until I wish it. This you must do on pain of 
death."

And so it was that Goodman Buden fashioned a casket for 
the princess that had a thick crystal cover, atop iron-
strapped oak of immense strength. 

He fashioned a cunning lock for which he made one key 
which fit, but did not open the lock, and one key which 
worked in every way. 

The second key he kept. 

When he delivered the casket, however, he gave the 
queen only the imperfect key, saying she should keep it 
well protected, as it was the only one to the special 
lock. "Your majesty, I have made this lock so powerful 
that, should you lose that key, not even I will be able 
to break your daughter out of her prison... er I mean 
cocoon of safety." 

The queen, who had watched the blacksmith lift the 
heavy casket off the wagon by himself, and suspected 
the muscle between his legs might be just as well 
developed as all the rest, took the key and dropped it 
between her snow white breasts. 

"Should I ever need help in finding it I shall call 
you, good blacksmith." Then she leered at him, not 
knowing that all this did was fuel the fire in his 
heart for revenge. 

Then Buden picked up the princess and placed her gently 
in the casket. In the process he pulled a finger full 
of her blond hair out and hid it in his cuff. Then he 
closed the lid and depressed the lock. 

A loud click was heard.

The queen immediately turned to the Captain of her 
guard and ordered "Break open this box that holds my 
daughter. If you can, the blacksmith dies." The man 
instantly attacked the casket, beating at it with his 
sword, then with a pike, and finally with a morning 
star. 

None of them penetrated the box in any way, so well had 
the blacksmith constructed it. When the man was panting 
and unable to go on, the queen turned to Buden and 
said, "Well done. You shall live after all." With that 
she gave him a bag of gold and had him shown out. 

The queen, ever willing to be mean and break hearts, 
intentionally left her daughter's sleeping body on 
display in the castle courtyard. Folk came from miles 
around to stare, transfixed, at the beautiful girl, 
sleeping in her impenetrable container. It drove some 
mad and men tried to breach the box, to kiss the lovely 
girl inside. Those were taken and impaled on stakes 
atop the castle walls. When a man was found 
masturbating while gazing at the girl his head 
decorated a spike, and it wasn't his tongue that hung 
from his open mouth.

Aludra slept on.

Buden, meanwhile, took the gold the Queen had given 
him, and the lock of hair he had pulled from Aludra's 
head, and went looking for a sorcerer he could trust. 

It took him almost a year to find one he thought could 
answer his question and be trusted not to spread that 
answer around. An old seer peered into sweet smelling 
smoke and said he saw the name "Polugra" as the answer 
to the Blacksmith's quest. It took another month to 
find someone who recognized the name. The old toothless 
farmer peered up at the blacksmith and said "'es on 
sabbatical". 

That, it turned out, meant he lived in an old tower in 
the country which was protected with traps and spells 
of all kinds. He didn't want to be disturbed. 

Once Buden got through all the traps and spells, most 
of which required immense strength, he came at last to 
the entrance of the tower. Thinking his trials over, he 
entered and was at once ensnared in a spell of great 
power. 

"AHA!" cackled a leathery voice. An old crone came from 
the dark corner of the entryway and looked him up and 
down. "At last, one has made it through all the traps 
and trials my brother has set, but has been caught up 
in MY spell. Perhaps you will be the one." She spoke as 
if she had just explained everything.

Buden addressed her. "Mistress, I mean you no harm, nor 
to your brother do I wish ill. I have a problem that 
only your brother may solve and so I have hunted for 
him an entire year. Surely you will not deny a poor 
blacksmith this quest."

"That all depends," she said shortly. "How old do you 
think I am?"

Buden looked at her withered body and gray stringy 
hair. "Surely you have lived eighty summers good lady".

"HA!" she yelled. "I'm thirty-one, and I've my brother 
to thank for this visage. He put a spell on me ten 
years ago. Said I was nosy and noisy and had too many 
men callers. Made me look like THIS, the bastard! So if 
you want anything from him, you have to give something 
to me first."

"Of course, my lady," said Buden.

The hag cackled and shed her rags with unnerving 
swiftness. Her poor old milk bags hung empty and 
wrinkled. Her abdomen was flabby and fish belly white. 
A great growth of unruly hair bushed between her legs. 
Her knees were knobby too! 

"You have to plunge your tool in my sex!" she said 
triumphantly. "And if you please me, I'll let you live 
and talk to my brother. If not I'll suck the essence of 
your life out of you to give me a little facelift."

Buden was horrified. To have sex with this withered 
shell of a woman was abhorrent. But he needed the 
antidote to whatever the queen had done to the sleeping 
princess. 

He steeled his courage. "As you command," he said 
stiffly.

Unfortunately, that was the only thing stiff about him. 
When he disrobed the hag dropped her jaw and hopped 
from one skinny foot to the other with glee. 

"Surely I tell you, blacksmith, never have I seen such 
a tool as yours. I think you might actually get to 
live!" 

He saw a dribble of drool slide from the corner of her 
mouth and shuddered. Then she spoke again, and there 
was iron in her voice. "But only if you get that thing 
hard for me. Otherwise I'll do it the hard way." 

She grinned and he saw her teeth were filed to points. 
She stared at his penis and licked her lips. What could 
he do? He had to do something. He thought of poor 
Aludra, picturing her in her casket.

He felt a twitch in his cock.

That was it! Aludra! He thought of her as he had seen 
her that night in her almost transparent nightgown. He 
thought of her handling his cock, of his spend 
drenching her hand, of her mouth sucking up and 
swallowing his issue.

His prick sprang to attention.

With a cry of relief he grabbed the crone and, with 
little ceremony, lifted her up like she was a baby. 

She squawked and her legs flew apart as he held her in 
front of him. He set her on his massive rod and it held 
up her entire weight! 

"You'd better enjoy this" he growled. 

She was gibbering, saliva spitting all over his chest 
as she tried to wiggle her ancient pussy onto his cock. 
He hawked and spat a glob of saliva that splatted right 
where her pussy rested on his rod. He dragged her back 
to the tip of his cock and, like she was a stuffed 
animal, began to force his cock into her old woman's 
sex. He thrust and pulled. 

She screamed and fainted. She was impaled!

Buden closed his eyes and thought again of his beloved 
Aludra. This wasn't an old crone's pussy dragging at 
his cock. It was the Princess'. It wasn't an ugly hag 
wrapped around his jutting penis. It was the soft warm 
body of his fantasy woman. It seemed so real that he 
was surprised when his prick jumped and belched out a 
lemon sized glob of thick white peasant cum.

The hag's eyes flew open. "Oh my," she said. 

And she began to change before his very eyes. 

Her hair went from gray and white to shiny reddish 
brown. The wrinkles disappeared from her face, then her 
torso and, though he couldn't see them, her legs. Her 
breasts filled back up and stuck out proud, firm, 
tempting. Her nipples stuck out even further and began 
spurting milk! Her pussy, which had been dry and grimy, 
fleshed out. Her pussy lips became plump and pink and 
now wrapped themselves lovingly around the monster 
penis that parted them. 

As Buden's penis threw another cupful of his sperm into 
the woman she looked fifty years younger. Her pussy 
rippled and spasmed as she went into a powerful orgasm. 
She blinked her startling green eyes at him once, 
screamed in joy, and collapsed, senseless. He caught 
her and, ever so gently, pulled her off his steaming 
rod.

He lay her gently on the floor, for lack of anywhere 
better, and stared at her. She was beautiful! He 
slapped her cheeks lightly and her eyes fluttered open. 
She raised her head, looking at her breasts. Then she 
brought a hand up into the dim light and examined it, 
her eyes opening wider and wider. Then she lurched off 
the floor, her arms gripping the blacksmith's neck as 
if to try to break it. 

"You've SAVED ME!" she sobbed. "You've broken the 
spell." Then she rained kisses on his cheeks, his lips, 
his beard, everywhere she could reach. 

Finally she was able to speak without crying. "My 
brother cast that horrible spell on me, making sure no 
man would ever find me desirable again. He taunted me 
for years that the only way it could be broken was if a 
man took me of his own free will, with real desire in 
his heart. And you have done that you wonderful man. 
You've saved me and I am your slave, yours to command."

"Then I instantly set you free to pursue your own 
desires" said the honorable blacksmith. "But first, 
could you take me to your brother? I fear only he can 
help me, though I am very angry with him right now for 
doing that to you. I will have to restrain myself from 
thrashing him."

Her head bowed. "No you won't. I killed the bastard 
five years ago. Bashed in his head with a shovel. He'd 
protected himself from all sorts of magical assaults, 
but a plain old shovel did the trick. I fear, master 
blacksmith, that I cannot take you to him."

Then Buden wept, long and bitterly. He'd used up almost 
all the gold the evil queen had given him, and he'd 
thought his search was at an end. 

Tearfully he told his tale to the girl, ending with 
"and the seer said that only the sorcery of Polugra 
could help me and now you tell me that this sorcerer is 
dead and I have done all this for nothing. I am a 
failure and my beloved princess will die because of 
it!"

The girl looked at him strangely and then broke into 
laughter. 

He glared at her until she raised a slim now handsome 
hand. "Good Buden, it is I who am named Polugra, not my 
brother." 

Buden's mouth dropped open as she went on. 

"Yes, it's true. Both of us studied sorcery and it was 
I who was the more powerful. He was jealous and 
prepared a black spell using evil magic to entrap me in 
the useless body of the hag you saw before. Now you 
have broken that spell and I am returned to my power." 

With that she snapped her fingers and torches in the 
hall sprang to light. Then she looked at the blacksmith 
with gentle eyes. "Come with me, blacksmith."

She led him up a dusty staircase that circled the wall 
inside the tower, to a large well lighted workroom that 
was heavy with dust and cobwebs and signs of disuse. 
She clapped her hands and things straightened 
themselves magically. Apparatus put itself away. Dust 
blew itself out the windows. Roses appeared in what had 
been empty vases. Suddenly she was clothed in a dress 
of finest satin, pale blue, with darker blue ribbons. 
Buden goggled, then glanced down at his own body, which 
was still naked. 

He looked at her. 

Her eyes gleamed. 

"In due course, good Buden."

Then she asked him for the lock of the Princess' hair 
and, after he ran back down the stairs to retrieve it 
from his discarded clothing, she began her examination 
of it. 

Long into the night did she toil over the hair, using 
spells and liquids and concoctions to pull the queen's 
evil secrets from the golden hair. Buden fell asleep on 
a pile of burlap bags.

He awoke with a start. It was morning and the sun was 
up two or more hours. He looked wildly around and saw 
Polugra asleep in a chair, her burnished hair showing 
red glints in the morning sun. She was still beautiful, 
and seeing her so made him realize he was still naked 
and his thick member was, as usual in the morning, rock 
hard and full of yellow piss. He looked around for a 
chamber pot and, not finding one, stood by an open 
window and anointed the grass far below. He turned 
around to find Polugra staring at him, and the now only 
half hard sausage hanging between his legs.

"You are truly a man, Buden of the far kingdom. I am 
very grateful to have met you." She smiled and her eyes 
strayed back to his penis. The tip of her tongue came 
out briefly and licked her lower lip. 

"But wait! I have solved your conundrum, or so I 
believe. This queen of yours is a terrible woman if 
what I have discovered is true." Then she told him what 
the golden hair had divulged. 

The queen had made a potion, using the life essence of 
a young boy, probably one of powerful build, who worked 
with his hands. This boy's essence had been sucked out 
of him by magic. She blushed here, remembering she had 
planned to use the same kind of magic to take Buden's 
life essence to extend her own life.

"Somehow she got the princess to ingest some of this 
potion - probably put it on something the princess ate 
- and now the evil brew courses through the girl's 
veins. That poor boy's life force has been made evil, 
and it subverts the girl's life force, keeping her 
unconscious."

Buden told her of what Aludra had seen his son involved 
in.

"That's it!" she yelled. "She used the life force in 
his sperm to create the potion." She ran to a large 
book on a shelf and pulled it down and open. She 
flipped through pages, settling on one. 

She gave a shout. "Yes! I think it can be reversed!"

"How, my lady?" questioned Buden.

"You are the boy's father? In truth, I mean? Your wife 
did not beget this boy with another?"

Buden's visage clouded over and his scowl was mighty. 
"His mother was a virgin when I took her on our wedding 
night. She had the boy nine months later and never knew 
another. She died bringing him into the world."

"OK, OK, I had to ask," said Polugra. "Because if what 
I believe is true, then only YOU can undo the spell."

"Oh!" he said. "How?"

"You must put your own life force into her, to 
counteract that of your son that has become evil. It 
must be the life force of a direct relative of the one 
whose life force was misused. In this case that means 
you."

He gulped. "I must..."

"You must bury that magnificent tool of yours in her 
belly and fill it just as full of your sperm as you did 
mine." Polugra said plainly. Then she blushed. "And I 
have no fear that you will be able to perform this 
little task. I was most taken with the skill with which 
you broke the spell I was under."

Buden colored. "Hmph... well... yes, I suppose so, but 
I can't just go back there and fuck the princess." The 
very thought of it paralyzed him. 

Polugra smiled sweetly. "But of course, I'll be going 
with you brave Buden. I will see what can be done about 
this queen of yours and, once she is taken care of, 
perhaps you will then be able to, shall we say, effect 
the princess' cure?"

In fact, the thought of "effecting the princess' cure" 
was having a very obvious effect on Buden himself. His 
member was becoming alarmingly stiff again. 

Polugra noticed. "But first, I must properly thank you 
for effecting MY cure." 

She snapped her fingers and her gown dropped to the 
floor, leaving her completely, gloriously naked. 

"I shall not take no for an answer, goodman. And, if 
THAT is the result of simply thinking about your 
princess" she pointed at his bobbing boner "then I 
absolutely insist that you think long and hard (hee 
hee) about her for, oh, say the next fifteen minutes. 
Now. Come here."

He did, and gladly. 

And he thought about his princess for twenty minutes 
while Polugra arched and ohhhed and ahhhed as his 
sapling sized penis reamed her newly restored pussy 
until she'd had six more orgasms, including that odd 
squirting of milk from her nipples. 

When he finally began to deliver what had made such a 
difference in Polugra's body before, he was awed to see 
her belly actually bulge with the force and amount of 
his life giving spend. 

He was even more amazed when, at last he pulled his 
soggy penis out of her and the bulge DIDN'T GO AWAY!!! 

Polugra raised her tired head from the bed and caressed 
her swollen belly with both hands. "I must thank you 
yet again, goodman blacksmith. My condition at the time 
of my brother's curse was as you see me now, several 
months with child. I know not whether you have revived 
that child, or have given me one of your own, but I 
tell you this - I shall cherish this child beyond all 
else I have, and his name shall be Budan, in your 
honor. Further, I must say. Have no fear that your 
goodness will fail to overcome the evil of that witch. 
You are a MOST powerful man."

They packed and left the next day. Buden offered to let 
Polugra "thank" him one last time before they left, but 
she shook her head, laughing. "I fear if I let you in 
me yet again I shall end up with triplets. Fear not, 
though. If your princess allows, you shall know me 
again, most intimately." Buden blushed and then grinned 
as they set out for the kingdom and his princess.

Two weeks later they snuck into Buden's shop in the 
dead of night. Polugra had been unable to control her 
carnal urges on two occasions during their return. She 
was very happy that her third and fourth "encounters" 
with Buden's manhood had not accelerated her pregnancy. 
Apparently his powers simply overcame those of the dark 
arts, but added nothing of their own. 

She still walked a little bowlegged, however. He WAS 
well endowed, after all. Unknown to Buden, she had 
captured his last offering of life-giving sperm, much 
as the evil queen had captured his son's. She had then 
spent some time concocting her own spell which she 
placed on the potion she made from Buden's issue. She 
carried that in a special container around her neck, 
close to her heart, where it would stay warm and 
virile.

The next day Polugra changed her appearance into that 
of an 11 year old peasant girl. She went to the castle, 
where she got into line to see the sleeping princess. 
She understood the power the sleeping girl had over 
Buden and the rest in the kingdom as soon as she laid 
eyes on the slumbering beauty. Polugra had to tear her 
own eyes away, helped by the shoving of the next person 
in line who wanted his own look. Polugra was horrified 
to see this man grab his penis through his dirty 
trousers as he stared at the princess. 

Suddenly he was jerked from the line by a soldier who 
yelled "What's this? Do you defile the princess by 
rubbing your putrid genitals in her presence?" The man 
cried out but was instantly run through with a sword. 
Then, in horror she watched as the unfortunate man was 
hoisted up and impaled on a long darkly stained spike 
standing along the top of the wall in the courtyard. 
She saw there were six other corpses present that she 
hadn't seen before. 

Then, in a whirl of black, the queen strode into the 
courtyard. Her nose was up in the air and her head 
turned this way, then that.

"There's magic in this courtyard," she howled. "Someone 
is holding magic in this courtyard!"

Polugra, hiding behind a grown up, brought out the 
container that held the potion she had made from 
Buden's sperm-laced semen. She opened the container and 
tipped it up to her lips. The potion slid inside her 
mouth, as if it were alive. It tasted sweet, but she 
did not swallow. Instead she moved out from behind the 
adult and stood where the queen could see her.

"YOU!!!" screeched the evil queen. "YOU'RE THE ONE 
HOLDING MAGIC!!! I CAN FEEL IT."

Polugra simply stood there, and put her hands on her 
hips. Her appearance wavered and suddenly her true 
nature revealed itself. Several of the men in the 
compound gasped at her beauty.

"YOU BITCH!!!" screamed the queen. "HOW DARE YOU ENTER 
MY CASTLE WITH YOUR PALTRY MAGICAL SKILLS. I AM 
ZULUDRA, QUEEN, SORCERESS, ALL POWERFUL. FEAR ME, 
STUPID PREGNANT PEASANT GIRL, FOR I WILL KILL YOU 
MYSELF... AND THE BRAT YOU CARRY." 

She stomped toward Polugra, her hands weaving the 
beginnings of a spell Polugra could have countered when 
she was thirteen years old. She almost laughed, but 
couldn't because of what was in her mouth. Instead she 
smiled sweetly at the queen.

Then Zuludra was within reach. Polugra didn't wait. She 
took a deep breath through her nose and spat the potion 
into Zuludra's face. 

The queen stopped cold, thick white spooge running down 
her face. She blinked and tried to wipe her eyes. Then 
her mouth opened and an inhumane wailing came out. 

That voice caused grown men to wet their trousers and 
women to faint. It was the sound of true evil being 
thrown from the carcass it infested. It was the sound 
of the host of that black magic parasite dying and the 
parasite being forced back into the abyss. 

The queen's face changed first. It darkened, then began 
to dry and shrivel like Adomos had when the queen had 
stolen his life force. She shrunk, getting shorter and 
thinner until all that was left were the clothes that 
had covered her body. 

As a final wisp of dark smoke drifted up out of those 
clothes there was a far off wail of 
"Nooooooooooooooo!!" that faded into a horrible scream 
as Zuludra's life essence followed her evil parasite 
into the abyss.

Polugra dusted off her clothing and looked at the 
frozen people who had watched the entire scene. Then, 
in a serious and ringing voice she announced: "The 
Queen is dead... LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!" 

She placed here hand on the casket in which the 
princess, now the queen of the land lay. She glanced at 
a lad who was staring at her, his eyes wide. 

"Boy... do you know Buden the blacksmith?" The boy 
nodded as if he were sleep walking. 

"Well, go and fetch him... make haste... your queen 
awaits his service." He faltered, looked from her to 
the casket and then back to her. Then he ran like the 
old queen was on his trail.

Polugra ordered the Captain of the guard to clear the 
courtyard and remove the bodies from the wall. It was 
evidence of her natural power and authoritative figure 
that he obeyed her without question. 

Then, when only the soldiers were left she approached 
him. "I'm going to have the blacksmith open the casket 
and then I will see that your queen is awakened. No man 
other than the blacksmith may see this ceremony or the 
magic that will be used... on .. pain... of... death. 
Do you understand me completely Captain?"

He stuttered and nodded and then ushered his men out. 
None of them looked at either their new queen, or her 
savior. The Captain was standing guard at the portal 
himself when the blacksmith arrived. 

"If I were you I'd turn around and go the other way 
blacksmith" he said. "The woman in there is more deadly 
than the old queen". Then he muttered "not that I miss 
her a whit." 

Buden nodded his head and said, "I must serve my queen. 
See that no one intrudes," he said. "I know a little of 
this woman you speak of. She is a terrible foe to some. 
I'll do my best not to become one of those." 

The Captain shuddered and turned about.

And so it was that Buden found himself staring, 
entranced at his beloved princess as he opened the box 
she had slept in for over a year. His heart melted at 
her beauty. Polugra stood by his side. "There is magic 
in her" she said. "It causes all who see her to love 
her beyond all things." 

He looked at her. "People should love her for who she 
is and what she does, not because they are forced to. 
Can you remove this magic?"

She put her fingers to the girl's head. "It is 
defensive magic. Perhaps if she is loved by someone 
regardless of it's pull then that pull will become 
unnecessary. I cannot change her, but I can shield you 
from the effects."

"Do so please," he said soberly.

Polugra spoke the spell and Buden felt a tingle go 
through him. He looked at Aludra. She was still 
beautiful. He still loved her. His prick still 
stiffened, tenting his rough trousers. "It didn't work" 
he said sadly.

"Oh, it worked," said Polugra laughing. "What you are 
feeling now is real and quite normal. I think we should 
proceed with 'the cure'". she said.

Buden removed his own clothing while Polugra magically 
stripped the princess. Buden lifted her naked body and 
carried her into the castle. They found a bedroom and 
he placed her tenderly on a bed. Polugra spread her 
legs, exposing her royal box with it's pretty pink 
pussy lips, waiting to be violated. 

Buden grabbed his prick. It was achingly hard and he 
wanted badly to slide it into that pretty pink pussy. 
He wanted badly to shoot gallons of sperm in that 
pussy.

"I can't," he groaned. "It would be like rape. Alas she 
cannot give her consent."

"But you MUST," said a frustrated Polugra. "It is the 
only way to awaken her. Your seed must enter her body 
to combat the poison"

"I know," he moaned. "But I cannot violate her tender 
sex. There must be another way."

She thought. "I have an idea" she said. 

And she promptly went down on him, sucking as much of 
his cock into her mouth as she could.

"Ohhhh," he groaned. "I appreciate your willingness to 
relieve the pressure until we can determine a good 
course of action, but how will this help my queen?"

She stopped sucking reluctantly "Be patient and watch, 
good blacksmith." Then she returned to her oral chore. 

She was good and he was primed. It didn't take long 
until a thick river of blacksmith spunk shot into 
Polugra's mouth. That one spurt filled her mouth to 
overflowing and, with two fingers and her thumb, 
enhanced by magic, she clamped off the base of his 
massive bone, stopping his flow. 

"Auuugggggg," he groaned, almost in pain. She held up 
one finger, warning him not to move and then her mouth 
went to the tender pussy opening of the new queen.

Polugra sealed her lips to those of the princess and 
she blew. Then her jaws worked as she spit and tongued 
as much of his spooge into Aludra's sex as she could 
manage. She fell back gasping for air. "Quickly, use 
your finger to stuff it further in," she gasped.

Buden leapt to do her bidding and he slid one of his 
long thick calloused fingers into his queen's pussy. 
Her body shuddered violently and a moan escaped her 
sleeping lips. 

Polugra sat up quickly "Yes, do that more. Move your 
finger in and out." He did so and was rewarded by more 
movements by Aludra. At last her eyes opened halfway 
and she looked at the naked blacksmith.

"Goodman blacksmith," she murmured softly. "You have on 
no clothing."

"Yes, my queen. Should I dress immediately?"

"No" she mumbled. "I've been asleep, but I wasn't 
really asleep. I couldn't see anything, but I could 
hear everything. What happened?"

Softly Buden explained what had happened. Polugra 
helped where her knowledge exceeded his.

"I feel so weak," said Aludra. "Lift my head up 
please." Polugra did so and she looked at them both. 
Good blacksmith, your penis is fully as hard as it was 
the last time I saw it. Does it wish to make a baby 
still?"

Buden pinked up. "Yes, my queen, it does indeed."

"And I now understand that it is ME your penis wishes 
to make a baby with?" she said softly.

"In," repeated the blacksmith, unnecessarily. He 
coughed, embarrassed.

"It would help you feel much better," said Polugra. "I 
promise, though there might be some small pain at 
first."

"And my mother is really dead and gone?" said the no-
longer-princess.

"Alas, tis true," said Buden sadly.

"Then, good blacksmith, I am your queen, and I am in 
need of your services." she said a little more firmly. 
"I wish for you to make me feel better."

And so it was that Buden the blacksmith, found himself 
perched between the silky white thighs of his queen, 
while a red haired vixen held his leaking member to the 
sexual portal of that queen. Polugra tapped Aludra on 
the head three times, at which her head rolled limply 
to one side. "Quickly now, take her while she is 
senseless and cannot feel the pain. Fear not, she will 
awaken all too soon. You must loosen her up before she 
does."

And with that Buden forced his mammoth cock into the 
young queen's pussy. She was tight beyond belief, but 
he pushed mightily. His previous spend, placed in that 
pussy by Polugra, helped a great deal, but still, when 
he felt his mighty prick tip press into the end of her 
queenly channel, still three inches of his rod were yet 
to be sheathed in that soft, hot scabbard. Now a sort 
of madness overcame Buden and with a growl he jerked 
his cock out and rammed it back in. Then again and yet 
again. The poor girl flopped under him as he battered 
her with his oversize prong.

Then, he was awakened from his rage by the feel of 
feminine hands parting his hairy butt cheeks. One of 
Polugra's saliva slickened fingers slid into his 
asshole without warning. Buden exploded. 

Well, it would be more nearly correct to say his prick 
exploded. His previous orgasm, having been rudely 
interrupted, reasserted itself violently. Streams of 
his hot cum poured into Aludra's ravaged sex. 

It's effect was both instant and noteworthy.

Aludra's eyes snapped open, as did her mouth. There 
came a wail from her lips as her mind connected with 
what her body was experiencing. 

"Awwwwwwwwwww," she cried. And then, her queenly hips, 
which, before now had lain limp and unresponding, 
slammed up off the bed. This action, accompanied by 
Buden's downward thrust, finally sheathed the rest of 
his virile penis in her body by the simple expedient of 
forcing the head of his penis into her womb, where it 
continued to spew it's precious cargo. That cargo, in 
overcoming the evil magic flowing through her veins, 
resulted in the first orgasm Aludra had ever 
experienced.

The result of that was spectacular. 
"AAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE," came her agonized sounding 
scream. 

Agonized, however, she was not. In the throes of her 
pleasure, Aludra's pussy clamped down on Buden's penis 
and began milking it of all his stored up semen. Soon 
his penis and balls were empty, but still his penis 
tried to send something into her body. He groaned and 
rolled, so as not to crush his lover, and an amazingly 
revived Aludra ended up on top of the huge man, still 
impaled on his spear of love, and now in complete 
control of her faculties. Her recovery was both 
successful and appreciated. She sat alert and in full 
control of her body. She squeezed his prick with her 
muscles.

"Goodman Buden, you have done a great service to your 
queen and the kingdom. I am quite recovered from the 
evil plans my mother set in motion. And all because of 
your bravery and" she squeezed his prick with her pussy 
again "your endurance. You are due a reward for your 
service."

Buden was gasping for air. "Your highness" he began 
"I..."

"Hush" said his queen. "Do not waste your valuable 
energy on speaking." She turned to Polugra, whose hand 
was busy between her own legs, having watched the 
energetic manner in which Aludra's virginity was 
dispatched. 

"Lady Polugra, in the... absence... of my mother, I 
find myself in need of an advisor... Nor do I have a 
Royal Sorceress. I also owe many thanks to you for your 
role in... curing me. If you, by chance have no plans 
for the immediate future, might I impose on you to stay 
a while? I can compensate you handsomely."

"It would be my pleasure, your highness, to attend to 
your magical needs," said the sorceress.

"Well, then. Excellent." she jerked her hips and the 
blacksmith's now flaccid penis slithered out of her 
wetly. "Oh my. Have you any magic that can bring life 
back to such as this?" She lifted his member with two 
fingers.

"No magic is necessary, your highness," said Polugra 
smiling. "Only your lips are needed in this case." And 
when the sorceress explained the process Aludra's face 
lit up. "Oh, but I've done that already one time, and 
to this very penis," she cooed. Then she commenced to 
practice her oral skills on poor Buden's flagging 
prick.

It didn't flag for long. After all, this is a fairy 
tale. Soon it was standing proud and strong again, and 
when it was, the queen happily mounted her new toy 
again and rode it until again she felt that wonderful 
electric feeling in her body and the warm wet feeling 
of Buden's penis making a baby in her. 

"In this way must you serve me from now on," she 
pronounced. And Buden groaned. She laughed. "Poor man, 
I'll only need this perhaps three or four times daily. 
And at night, of course," she smiled.

And they all lived... and fucked... happily, ever 
after.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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