Something Wicked
Chapter 3-The Pervert Prince

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.


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.


“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.


A few hours later, the prince stood in the dining hall of his wing, dressed in a formal, midnight blue coat and pants. He played with the ruffled cuffs of the formal shirt underneath the coat while he waited. The large doors of the room opened revealing Prince Anthony’s maids and Mikhaela whom was in much different attire. Instead of her normal blouse and skirt, Mikhaela wore a very fanciful, frilled, crimson formal gown. The neckline of the gown was of a similar lowness of her normal blouse, giving a lovely view of her cavernous cleavage. Prince Anthony was in awe at her loveliness in the gown. It was quite a lovely dress and looked stunning on her. He couldn’t wait to get her out of it.

“You look ravishing, my dear,” He complimented and walked up to her.

Mikhaela gave a little uneasy laugh.

“I’m glad you like it. I feel a little silly. Ballroom gowns aren’t really my cup of tea,” She said, “Though I’m surprised at your royal tailors. They got my measurements and in only an hour or so, made this amazing dress.” 

 “But of course,” Anthony said taking her hand and leading her to the table, “We have only the best in all of Callister. Believe it or not, we need them to be fast in case something happens to something for a special occasion.”

“Really?” Mikhaela said, “Quite interesting.” 

Anthony smiled. The truth was that the tailors were always being asked to make special lingerie for each of Prince Anthony’s numerous harem girls. These tailors were also in charge of re-building the maid’s uniforms torn up during the strip fencing matches. Mikhaela’s gown was a nice change of pace to them. Mikhaela sat down at the dining table and Prince Anthony sat down opposite her. As they waited for the food to arrive, they chit chatted.

“So Miss Mikhaela, I don t ever recall ever seeing you before in town,” Anthony started, “Are you new to town?” 

“I’m a traveling sorceress,” She stated, “I’m just passing through.” 

“I see. You’re on a journey. Are you returning to your home?” 

“No, I don’t have a home,” She stated.

“What?” 

“I’ve been traveling for a while and haven’t really settled down anywhere.” 

“Hmm, interesting. Have you been alone on this long journey?” 

“I was but then I met Cyril and we’ve been traveling together recently.” 

“Cyril? Who s that?” 

Mikhaela was silent for a minute.

“He’s the young man who was with me at the tavern when you met me,” She answered.

“Oh, yes. That rude fellow at the tavern,” Anthony said flatly, “What is your relationship with that man anyway?” 

“Well, he’s my traveling companion and I’m teaching him magic,” Mikhaela answered.

Prince Anthony looked her in surprise. He gained a smile on his face.

“You are very kind,” Prince Anthony said, “You took pity on an idiot.” 

“Idiot?” Mikhaela said surprised.

“Yes, I mean he was like our age and he’s still learning magic. Talk about an idiot.” 

Mikhaela looked him annoyed.

“He’s not an idiot,” Mikhaela stated flatly and somewhat irritated, “He is a skilled sorcerer”. 

Anthony was taken aback. He was surprised at Mikhaela’s sudden defense of the man she was with. Most did not disagree with him about such things. He didn’t want her upset with him. He wanted her willing to screw him. He realized he would have to be more charming and smooth things over.

“I’m sorry,”  He convincingly lied, “I didn’t mean what I said. Would you forgive me?” 

Mikhaela looked surprised at his sudden and apparent change.

“Yes, it’s okay. It’s a common reaction,” She said remembering her first reaction to Cyril’s apprenticeship, “I forgive you.” 

“Thank you,” Anthony smiled at her.

“I’m curious about you though,” Mikhaela said.

Prince Anthony raised an eyebrow curiously.

“You have all of these beautiful women among you that you could have dinner with,” Mikhaela started, “Why did you invite me to dinner?” 

“Well, you’re special in many ways,” Anthony’s eyes drifted down to Mikhaela s enormous breasts.

Mikhaela smirked, squeezed and lifted her enormous bosom.

“You seem most interested in these two special ways,” Mikhaela said emphasizing her bust.

Anthony glanced up at her with a slight blush.

“Don’t worry,” Mikhaela said in a sexy tone, “You may get your chance tonight.” 

Mikhaela smiled at Prince Anthony to which he gained a sly, triumphant smile. Around the same time, a little man dressed as a chef entered the dining hall. Mikhaela and Prince Anthony turned to the little man. He cleared his throat.

“Your Majesty and honored guest,” he said, “Dinner is served.” 

The large doors opened revealing several servants carrying plates of food. The servants placed the plates on the table in front of the Prince and Mikhaela. The two continued talking and ate their meal.


Meanwhile in the city, Cyril walked towards the inn after finishing his dinner at a nearby restaurant. After Mikhaela left with the prince, Cyril had spent the rest of the day wandering around the city. It had been very uneventful, mostly spent with him mulling over Mikhaela leaving. He felt disappointed and depressed after she had left. He felt considerably lonely as he entered the inn. As he entered, the old woman innkeeper greeted him.

“Hello, Dearie,” She said, “Where is your pretty friend?” 

Cyril turned to her with a sad expression on his face.

“She had other business to take off,” He replied.

“Oh I see,” The old woman said smiling, “Enjoy your stay.” 

“Thanks,” Cyril said strolling up the stairs to his room.

He opened the door and entered. It felt somewhat empty, not having Mikhaela here. He sighed at his misery. Not feeling up to practicing, Cyril decided to take a shower to help his mood. He stripped down to his slim, naked body, grabbed a change of clothes from his bag, and entered the bathroom. Upon entering the bathroom, he realized this wouldn’t help his mood after all. Mikhaela had gone with the prince on the apparent fact that the royal bath was the size of a large pond. He looked around the bathroom of their room. It was small; a third the size of their room and felt cramped due to the toilet, sink, and bath in it. He tried to put it out of his mind and took a shower.

He stood in the shower as the water sprayed against his trim body. The droplets of hot water felt wonderful as they travelled down the different pathways of the muscles on his arms, torso, and legs. The water washed away the dirt and grime that had accumulated over the past couple of days and comforted him somewhat but it could not wash away some of his depression and thoughts. He figured right now that Mikhaela was probably enjoying the royal baths. He could see her entering the steamy room wearing a large towel, hanging off her breasts and draping over the rest of her torso. She walked towards the bath, her gargantuan knockers bouncing, jiggling, and threatening to shake free of their towel. Cyril s cock fluttered at the thought. Upon getting to the bath, she removed the towel and showing her naked curvy body. She entered the warm bath water, dipping her lovely, slender legs. He could almost hear her let out a soft, sexy sounding sigh as she soaked her whole body. His member gained stiffened more at his thoughts. He saw Mikhaela relaxing in the luxurious royal bath with half of her torso submerged; her massive milk jugs floating on water like huge, pink islands. She would grab a nearby soap bar and started scrubbing her soft and lovely skin. She scrubbed all over every inch of their curvy and sexy body, covering parts of herself of suds. She would then grab of a bowl, scoop up some water, and pouring it on herself; drenching her suds covered body and fiery orange hair in warm water. He wanted to be with her so badly right now. His dick was rock hard at his thoughts. He sighed and turned off the water.

After drying himself off, he changed into a light short sleeve shirt and a pair of shorts. He left the bathroom and lay on the bed, hating his unfortunate state. He lay on the bed still thinking about Mikhaela being at the palace, being with the prince. He sighed in frustration. The prince was probably doing Mikhaela right now, he thought. His mind continued envisioning Mikhaela in different sexual positions and different sexual services. The more he thought about Mikhaela having sex with another person, the more upset he got but that wasn t the only thing growing with these sexual thoughts. His prick remained steadfastly hard since getting out of the shower and had made a large peak in his shorts. He wanted Mikhaela so badly. He sat up on the edge of the bed, pulled down the waist band of his shorts, and took a good look at his erect shlong. He stared at it and then his view drifted over to a red bag of his. He let out a sigh.

“I’m surprised I’m actually going to use it,” Cyril said out loud.

He walked over to the red bag and opened it. Within the bag, there were several scrolls and crystal balls the size of large oranges. He rummaged through the bag and pulled out one of the crystal balls and looked at an inscription on the ball.

“Yep this is the one,” He said.

He sat on the bed and looked at it. He was surprised to be using one of these crystal balls, these burlesque balls. He had heard about them from people at the taverns. Apparently some time ago, a clever and mostly perverted wizard had developed these balls and revolutionized the pornographic industry. He developed a spell that recorded the sexual movements and activities of pornographic models on to these crystal balls. If someone wanted to see these movements, all you had to do was give a light stroke over the inscription and the crystal ball would produce a recorded illusion of the model. It had become a very popular item. Whenever, a trader had passed by in Greenfield, Cyril often tried to get a couple if the trader had it. He had kept some from his collection back home since he had most likely expected himself to be with an old man for a master, instead of a gorgeous goddess like Mikhaela. He was glad he hadn’t considered tossing these balls away after meeting Mikhaela. He needed a release from his sexual frustration. He had been too depressed to look for some sexy thing around town and bring her back with him. He needed this. He placed the orb a few feet away from his bed, stroked the inscription, pulled down his pants and sat on the bed before the ball started. The ball began to glow a myriad of colored different colors. The lights then projected out of the sphere and began to change into something. The lights moved, shifted, and shaped into the image of a beautiful golden haired light elf with F cup sized breasts, dressed in sexy transparent lingerie. She looked at Cyril and walked up to him, her giant jugs bounced in her bustier.

“Hey big boy,” said the elf in a sexy tone and bending forward showing Cyril a nice line of cleavage.

Cyril began slowly jerking his shaft when the image walked up to him. The elf looked down at her cleavage and then looked back up at Cyril with a smirk.

“Do you like elves with big boobs?”  She said, jiggling her breasts and squeezing them together for emphasis.

Cyril’s jerking got faster when she started teasing him. The elf smirked. She turned around, putting her round, g-string clad ass in Cyril s face.

“How about big, round butts? You like elves with those too?” She said wiggling her round cheeks around.

Cyril jerked himself faster. A little bit of pre cum trickled from his tip. The elf grabbed each end of the lace of her bustier, threatening to pull the tabs.

“Do you want to see more?” She said.

Cyril nodded rapidly while still continuing to jerk off. The elf smiled, pulled the lace of her bustier, and let it fall to the floor, releasing her large breasts. Cyril began picking up the pace of his jerking.

“Ooo~! You re such a naughty boy,” the elf said turning around and pulling down her panties. She turned to Cyril and sat on the floor with her legs spread, showing off her pussy. She then began stroking the lips of her pussy. Her arousal showed her face as her pale skin gained some blush. She began roughly groping and teasing her left breast. She let out some different moans, sighs, and pants. Cyril continued jerking, increasing his pace little by little. As he heard her moans, he began envisioning Mikhaela doing very much the same thing. Masturbating and teasing him so sexily. He let out a sigh and continued jerking even faster. The Elf pulled out a dildo from out of nowhere and began jabbing it into her pussy rapidly.

“Ooh, yes~! Harder, harder, HARDER!”  She screamed.

She screamed louder and louder while Cyril jacked off faster and faster. As she moaned, screamed, and masturbated, Cyril continued thinking about Mikhaela. He wanted her to be here right now so badly. He wanted to feel the touch of her soft skin, the fullness of her large boobs, and the cushioning of her rounded rear. He moaned feeling himself starting to reach his climax. The elf also came to her climax. He and the Elf image finally came. Cyril cried out and sprayed towards the Elf, landing on the floor in large globs. The elf leaked cum from her pussy and on the dildo. The elf pulled out the dildo, put it in her mouth, and a few minutes later, removed the dildo, clean of the pussy juices that covered it. She swallowed hard and looked at Cyril with a sexy face and asked, “Do you wanna go further?” 

Cyril stood up then and stroked his hand over the ball, canceling out the projection and made the elf fade away. Cyril put the crystal ball back in the bag and cleaned up his cum. By looking at his now limp dick, he decided to go to bed early. He blew out the lanterns, pulled the blanket over himself, and drifted off to sleep.


Elsewhere, Mikhaela was just getting into the palace bath. She relaxed as she soaked in the hot bath water. She rested her back against the edge of the tub. Her breasts bobbed and float on the water. It felt so nice being in such a large tub. She normally had to shower because most bath tubs weren’t big enough for her. If an inn did have a room with a large bath, you had to pay extra to make sure you got that one. She wondered how Cyril was doing. How he might have decided to spend his night? He s probably fine she thought. She stretched and let out a contented sigh.

“Aaah,” She said, “This is wonderful.” 

“Glad you like it,” said a masculine voice from behind.

Mikhaela turned around surprised to find Prince Anthony wearing a small towel around his waist.

“Your majesty,” She said a little surprised, “I didn’t know you’d be joining me.” 

“Well, I am your host and this bath is unisex,” The prince said, “My girls and I enjoy baths together often.” 

“Oh I see,” She said turning back to the bath, “Well then come and join me.” 

Prince Anthony walked up to the edge of the tub. He looked down at Mikhaela’s breasts. They looked even bigger out of their confinement. He so desperately wanted to enjoy them. His thoughts on the matter caused his member to stand up and his towel to drape over it. Mikhaela turned to the prince and noticed the draping towel. She was somewhat startled at first but smiled seductively.

“I knew you d be interested in these,” Mikhaela said squeezing her breasts together.

Prince Anthony stared with a perverted smile and his erect penis became more prominent. Mikhaela smirked, stood up from the water and turned to the prince in all her naked glory.

“So shall we get to it then?” She asked.

A moment of silence passed after Mikhaela stood up. Then suddenly Prince Anthony removed his towel, lunged for Mikhaela’s enormous breasts, and fanatically answered, “HELL YES!” 

He began vigorously groping Mikhaela’s massive mammaries, fondling them with immense happiness. He ground, massaged, and kneaded them. Prince Anthony stared at the tremendous amount of tit flesh as he played with them, drooling out of lust. Mikhaela moaned a little bit as her breasts were molested by the horny prince.

“Mikhaela, you’re the best,” Prince Anthony stated, “Such glorious gazongas.” 

He then began rubbing his face in between her breasts. He let out some overjoyed sighs. Mikhaela looked down at him and picked his head up off her breasts. She looked him in his face with a sexy expression on hers.

“I know of something that I’m sure you’ll enjoy then your majesty,” Mikhaela said, “Why don’t you sit down on the edge of the bath.” 

Prince Anthony did as she asked and sat on the edge of the tub. Mikhaela grabbed a nearby bar of soap and began scrubbing it all over her boobs; suds appeared on her breasts and her knockers also looked slightly shiny. She got in front of Prince Anthony and then got on her knees. Mikhaela spread apart her cleavage and then squeezed the Prince’s prick in between it

“Let’s clean this dirty boy,” Mikhaela began grinding her soap-coated knockers on Anthony’s member. Suds formed as she shook her breasts around Anthony’s cock. Prince Anthony let out various grunts and sighs of pleasure as she did so.

“Oh Mikhaela~! Your breasts are heavenly!” He exclaimed.

Mikhaela smiled at his compliment. She squeezed her breasts together more tightly and continued her grinding but quickened her shaking, making it rougher yet sensual. She shook her titanic tits more and more greatly. Soap bubbles began frothing from in between her cleavage. She started feeling the heat from the prince’s penis radiate in between her hooters. She was getting horny due to this and increased her shaking further and moaned a little as she continued. The Prince was going wild with this amazing amount of pleasure. He had never had a titfuck like this where is his cock was almost completely devoured by his partner’s breasts. Mikhaela also had some amazing skills. He loved this. He could barely stand it all. He felt his body began to tingle.

“Oh Mikhaela~! I’m CUMMING~!” He announced before he released his sperm in a mini geyser, mixing with the soap and spraying on to Mikhaela s face and boobs. Mikhaela let go of the prince s manhood and wiped some of his cum off. The Prince panted a little with his recent release and less stiffened member. Mikhaela was slightly disappointed that the prince came so quickly. She figured he was just overly excited about finding a woman like her. Of course Cyril lasted longer she thought, maybe Anthony was better with regular sex. As the prince regained his breath, Mikhaela rinsed off the soap and cum from her breasts, then walked past Prince Anthony and lay on the floor of the bath with her legs spread apart.

“Wanna do some spelunking?” She invited.

Prince Anthony’s shaft gained a second win. The prince quickly came over to Mikhaela and inserted himself into her. Mikhaela felt some discomfort when he shoved himself in.

“AHHH!” she cried in a mix of discomfort and slight pleasure, “E-easy, your highness.” 

“Sorry,” The prince said before beginning to rhythmically thrust into Mikhaela s pussy. He thrusted hard and fast into Mikhaela’s vagina, each slam shook Mikhaela when he hit. Mikhaela moaned as he thrusted and her whole body shook. Her tremendous teats shook greatly as the prince thrusted. The prince’s eyes followed the jiggling jugs and grabbed them. He began playing with them again, squeezing and teasing them with great lust and pleasure. The prince began sucking on them, suckling on the nipple of one, playing with the other and alternating from time to time. Mikhaela sighed and cooed as he did so. She was in between pain and pleasure. Prince Anthony had gone wild; he seemed completely focused on fucking her like a beast in heat. His sex was rather rough but pleasurable. She wondered if this was the draw that brought him so many women. She was missing Cyril a bit. She found his sex better than this sex, though this wasn t too bad. She was feeling herself getting closer a little closer to the edge. She moaned lustfully as Anthony continued screwing her.

“Oh, Prince Anthony~! AAAUHN~!” She moaned loudly.

Prince Anthony responded with grunts and an increase in rhythm and force in his thrusting. He pounded Mikhaela’s pussy with great force causing her to become wet and soften her pussy. The prince suckled her left breast stroking her nipple with his tongue and with his left hand squeezed and played vigorously with her right breast. Mikhaela cried out loud with pleasure and felt she was getting closer to the edge. Unfortunately, Prince Anthony beat her to it. As he continued slamming her, Anthony felt a tingle go down his spine. He moaned and stopped sucking on Mikhaela s breast and replaced it with his other hand as he squeezed and fondle it.

“Oh, Mikhaela! I m Cumming!!!” He cried releasing his cum into Mikhaela s pussy. Mikhaela moaned as the eruption of juices went into her. After his release, Prince Anthony removed himself from Mikhaela s pussy and collapsed on the floor beside her, panting.

“Whew. That was quite something,” He said.

Mikhaela sat up and looked at him with a sexy look.

“We’re not finished yet,” She said.

The rest of their night was a long sex romp spent in the prince’s bedchambers. It was wild and steamy. The next morning, Mikhaela awoke first. She had planned to leave before the prince woke up and get back to Cyril. She wanted to leave. The previous night was nice but lacking. Prince Anthony had little to no self-control after the sex they shared in the bath. It wasn’t so much the sex as much as it was that the prince came so easily. He was so overzealous with sex and came very quickly and often. Of the multiple times they had sex, Mikhaela had cum twice and Prince Anthony came seven times. She wondered if the prince came this easily if the girls that were part of his harem came even easier or liked the rough sex that the prince indulged in. She sighed as she put on her clothes and prepared to go to the Inn and to Cyril. When putting on her shoes, The Prince awoke, sat up and looked at her. As she put on her left shoe, the Prince came up behind her and groped her breasts. She let out a small surprised squeak at the grope.

“Good morning, Beautiful,” greeted the prince.

“Good morning, your highness,” She sighed.

“Where are you going?” 

Mikhaela removed Anthony’s hands from her bosom, “I’m going back to the inn and to my pupil.” 

“You’re going to leave?” The prince said astonished.

“Yes. I have my journey.” 

“Why would you want to leave?” The Prince said, “I can offer you all you’ve ever dreamed of.” 

“That’s nice but I have to continue traveling,” She put her hand to her chest.

“Mikhaela,” The prince said sadly, “Please stay with me...”  

Mikhaela looked at him sadly. Maybe he wasn’t so perverted and horny but just lonesome, she wondered. Her thoughts quickly changed when Prince Anthony suddenly lunged for her breasts and began fondling them and rubbing his face in them. He sighed happily.

“Stay with me so I can enjoy these wonderful breasts every day.” 

“WHAT?!?!?” 


Meanwhile, Cyril awoke that morning, his dreams fraught with thoughts of Mikhaela and what activities she participated in at the castle. After a cold shower, he went through some training, had breakfast, packed, and then waited in front of the inn for Mikhaela. As the morning dragged on and came to 11, Cyril started to wonder what could have happened to her. He briefly wondered if Mikhaela could have decided to stay with prince Anthony but pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind. A little after 11, the innkeeper came out to see how Cyril was doing.

“Hello dearie,” She greeted, “I’ll start serving lunch soon. Would you like to come inside?” 

“That’s very kind of you but I should wait out here for my teacher to return,” Cyril stated.

 “I see. Where did your pretty, little friend go last night?” 

Cyril didn’t want to have to think about it but he figured he’d give the innkeeper an answer. 

“She was invited to dinner with prince Anthony.” 

Cyril noticed the innkeeper s face gained a surprised and sorrowful expression, not unlike to villager’s expressions at the tavern and in town the previous day.

“I see,” He said,“You know something don’t you?” 

The innkeeper looked at him with her sad eyes.

“Yes. For several years now, Prince Anthony has come to town every so often to busty girls, invites them to dinner, then keeps them at the palace as part of his harem. Most are young girls, daughters and nieces of the folk here,” Stated the innkeeper, “What can we do when the king will do nothing to control his son and his wild, lustful whims?” 

Cyril stood there looking at the innkeeper with a stern look on his face. He then looked up towards the palace and back at the innkeeper.

“How do I get to the palace?” 


A few hours later, Cyril was walking towards the palace. The palace was a large castle with white stones and appeared to be shining as the sun hit it. The towers and outer walls were decorated with the flag of Callister; a silver griffin on a royal blue flag. As Cyril came closer he approached a group of knights clad in white silver armor. When Cyril was just to gates, they stopped him before we went any further.

“Stop,” Said one of the knights, “What is your business here?” 

“I am the sorcerer Cyril of Greenfield,” He stated, “I am here seeking an audience with the king.” 

The knights eyed Cyril wearily through their helmets, unsure if he was a threat to the king. 

“I do not wish any ill will upon the king, I only wish to speak with him,” Cyril stated, feeling the tense and unsure atmosphere.

The knights lowered their swords and halberds and one of them spoke, “Very well we will take you to the king.” 

Part of the knights lead Cyril into the palace. The rooms of the palace leading the courtroom was what one would expect; beautiful tapestries, portraits and weapons adorned on the walls and suits of armor standing on display. After walking through a corridor, Cyril and the knights entered the royal courtroom. On the right and left sides of them were nobles in very beautiful and expensive clothing, staring at the arrival of the knights. Looking at the nobles Cyril started to feel very underdressed in his mundane wear. In front of Cyril and the knights were an old man and woman, dressed in royal robes and sitting on two beautiful decorated thrones. This was the king and queen of  Callister, King Patrick and Queen Angelina. The king had a dark gray beard and a curly crop of dark gray hair flowing underneath his white gold crown, dressed in royal blue robes matching his kingdoms colors. The queen had a pulled back bun of paling blonde hair, wearing a smaller white gold crown and dressed in robes of a royal violet. The knights and Cyril kneeled before the king and queen.

“Who is this young man whom you have brought to my court?” said King Patrick.

“My lord,” said the knight at the front, “This young sorcerer seeks an audience with you.” 

The king looked quizzically at Cyril. 

“Step forward,” commanded the king to which Cyril obeyed. 

“Your majesty,” Cyril greeted bowing to him, “I am the sorcerer, Cyril Oakmead of Greenfield.”  

“Tell me Cyril of Greenfield. Why do you seek an audience with me?” 

“Well, your majesty,” Cyril started, “My teacher Mikhaela was invited to your palace by your son, Prince Anthony.”  

At the mention of his son, the king sighed and the court began whispering and murmuring to one another. The queen looked to her husband and he looked back at her. Cyril stood looking at the room, waiting for someone to respond. Finally the king spoke.

“Your teacher was invited by my son?” 

“Yes, your majesty.” 

“Then I think I know just were to find them,” He said rising from his chair, “Follow me.” 

Cyril followed the king along with the queen and the knights to the entrance of the east wing of the palace. As they walked down the east wing, Cyril looked at the decor on the walls. Like much of the palace, they were adorned with portraits of the royal family like kings, queens, princesses, and princes. Cyril looked to the king, who looked sad and somewhat ashamed. 

“Cyril,” said the king, “How much do you know about the situation of my kingdom?” 

“I know that your son has asked many of the young, busty women of Mobas to stay in the palace as a harem but beyond that not much.”  

“I see. Then perhaps I should inform you.” 

The king stopped and looked towards a portrait of a young child with curly black hair, and a beautiful, black-haired, curvaceous young woman. Cyril looked at the portrait too. However while the king looked at it fondly, Cyril looked at the portrait perplexed. He assumed the child had to be Anthony but he didn’t know who the woman was. It couldn’t be the queen, Cyril thought. The queen was blonde and her bust was rather modest of a B or C cup while the woman in the picture had black hair and was endowed with an F or small G. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. He wondered if the king had perhaps remarried after an earlier wife had died. 

“Who is the woman in the portrait?” He finally asked.

“That is Elena, Anthony’s nanny when he was a child,” The queen replied.

“You see my wife and I are where often busy with affairs of the kingdom so we had the prince looked after by a nanny,” The king said, “Elena was a kind young woman who cared for Anthony. She played with him and spent time with him when we could not. She almost brought him up almost entirely. Part of me always believed this may have something to do with how this all started.” 

The king and company continued down the corridor. 

”Elena left us about the time Anthony became ten. Sometime after his twelfth birthday, Anthony asked if he could pick out his own nannies,” said the Queen,“We didn’t think much of it. We thought he probably just wanted a few companions.” 

“Unfortunately we found that the  nannies  that he picked were young, curvy women who hired on to castle staff to satisfy his sexual desires and clean the his wing of the castle erotically,” revealed the king.

As they continued further down the hall, Cyril noticed the walls were no longer adorned with portraits of royal family members who had passed on, but were now adorned with portraits of beautiful and buxom women in swimsuits, lingerie, skimpy outfits, or nothing at all. It was almost like a gallery of centerfolds.

“Gradually, these nannies developed into my son’s current harem. Because of this harem, we fear our son will not choose a bride when it is time for him to ascend the throne,” said the queen.

Shortly after hearing this, Cyril noticed a stacked girl in a maid’s uniform pass by them and come up to a suit of armor.  She then pulled down her top, releasing her huge tits, placed some substance on them and began polishing the armor with her breasts. Cyril was slightly surprised and aroused. In the back of the group, a knight saw the maid doing this, grabbed his cod piece and fainted. 

“For a long while we have stood by doing nothing, hoping that our son would begin to act responsibly instead of continuing down the road,” said the king, “but we will not let him keep women hostage. We will talk to him directly and have him release your master. I’m quite surprised. I didn’t expect my son to start taking a taste in older women.”

“Well actually your majesty, Mikhaela’s not-”

“I said No!” cried a female voice coming towards them. 

“But you look so good in it...of course you’d look even better out of it,” said another voice, a male one followed by a pervy chuckle.

“No, I’m leaving right now!” said the female voice as she came closer. 

Running down the hall was another woman with red-orange hair dressed in a maid’s uniform. Not looking where she was going, she collided in Cyril, who noticed a soft and familiar feeling as they crashed and fell to the floor. After recovering from his head hitting the hard floor, Cyril looked up to a pair of familiar emerald eyes staring back at him.

“Cyril?”

“Mikhaela?”

Sitting on top of him was Mikhaela in a maid’s uniform. She looked at him with a surprised expression. As Cyril began to sit up, Mikhaela embraced him. He returned the favor and gave a hug back. A few moments, they let go of one another.

“What happened? Why didn’t you comeback at eleven? and what with that outfit?” He asked.

“Prince Anthony wouldn’t let me leave,” She started, “He insisted that I should remain here as part of his harem. Indulged him and had breakfast but he still wouldn’t let me leave and then dressed me up in this maid’s uniform.”

Cyril took more notice of the maid’s uniform. The top had almost no neckline and started slightly above her nipples and the skirt was cut high enough to show off her underwear if she had bent over. She also wore a pair of long black leggings that stopped have way her thigh. Cyril was more than a little aroused by her outfit and became almost fully erect, which was currently hitting Mikhaela’s rear. Mikhaela let out a surprised squeak when she felt it brush up against her. She looked back and then turned back to Cyril with an annoyed expression. 

“While it’s not that I’m not flattered but can we wait to do that after we’ve sorted out the current situation,” She said flatly.

Cyril blushed and scratched the back of his head nervously.

“Right. Sorry about that.”

King Patrick, Queen Angelina, and the knights looked astonished at the sight before them. Cyril and Mikhaela stood up from their collision.

“Cyril...this is your teacher?” The king said amazed. 

“Yes, your majesty,”  Cyril replied, “This is Mikhaela.”

“Mikhaela wait,” cried a male voice.

Coming down the hall was Prince Anthony, following Mikhaela. He was surprised to see his parents and a few knights in his hall with a man he didn’t recognize.

“Mother, Father, what are you doing here?”

“We came down here to talk to you about your recent addition to your harem,” said the king.

“You mean Mikhaela? I know she’s amazing. I’m in the middle of something with her.”

“No, you’re at the end of something me,” Mikhaela said, “I’m leaving.”

“Why would you want to leave? I’m offering you a home in the castle, whatever clothing you wish, and best of all sex whenever you want with the most eligible prince in the land...Me!”

A long moment of silence passed over the group after Prince Anthony finished the list of accommodations.

“He’s got even more of an ego than I expected and perhaps maybe brain dead too,” Cyril finally said.

“How dare you insult the prince of Callister...who are you?” Prince Anthony said not recognizing him.

“I’m Mikhaela’s apprentice,” Cyril said, “I’m here to take her away from here.”

Anthony pondered this trying to remember his name for a few minutes until he remembered something.

“Ah, yes. You’re Sigil.”

“CYRIL!!!” He said.

“Yes, whatever,” Anthony said trying to brush him off, “Either way, this doesn’t concern you.”

“If Mikhaela’s involved, It concerns me,” Cyril said, grasping Anthony’s arm, “Mikhaela wishes to leave. Let her leave.”

The Prince looked at him annoyed. He batted Cyril’s hand away.

“Take your hand off me, peasant,” He said, “If you’re so desperate for a master, why don’t you go to back down to the village and find some old crone or sorcerer. I’m sure they’d be happy to teach you what they know.”

“No, Mikhaela is my teacher. She is one of the best sorceresses on Ranell. Maybe even on all of Asnorit!” Cyril said, “but she’s also more than that she’s important to me.”

Mikhaela blushed as the compliment. Cyril stared at him irritably and Prince Anthony stared back. The Prince couldn’t fathom why this idiot commoner was getting in his way. Why was he pestering him and why did he insist that Mikhaela didn’t want to stay in the castle with him? He looked over the sorcerer. He didn’t seem like much. He was of a similar age to The Prince but was by the prince’s view rather mundane and ordinary. He also noticed that Mikhaela was also holding on the commoner. What could he possibly offer Mikhaela? He noticed as he looked over Cyril that he had a hard-on, which made the prince finally realize something.

“Oh, I think I understand,” Prince Anthony claimed, “You’re an aficionado for big breasted women as well, Zidgel. Well I can’t blame you for not wanting to let go of Mikhaela. She really does have amazing boobs and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone with such humongous boobs. However, I’ll tell you what; I’ll give you four of my bustiest girls in exchange for Mikhaela. How does that sound?”

Cyril let out an exasperated sigh. Not only was this guy an eccentric, perverted egomaniac but he was also a moronic pig. Suddenly Cyril felt a strong raise in magical energy next to him. He looked over to see Mikhaela incredibly pissed and looked she was considering reducing the prince to ashes. Cyril turned back to the prince.

“No deal. Mikhaela’s a person, not an object,” Cyril stated.

“Very well, Then I think there is only one way to settle this,” The prince said, pointing his finger at Cyril, “I challenge you do a duel, Cergil.”

“A duel?”

“Yes, we fight for Mikhaela. If I win, Mikhaela remains here with me as part of my harem. If you win, She can go with you. How does that sound.”

Cyril sighed. It was getting really annoying talking to the prince but Cyril figured there was no other way to get through to him.

“I doubt you’ll be able to keep Mikhaela here but I’ll fight for my master’s freedom. If that’s ok?” He asked turning to Mikhaela. She nodded also understanding there was no other way of getting through to the prince. 

An hour or so later, Prince Anthony, Cyril, Mikhaela, The King, The Queen, Anthony’s Harem, and The entire Royal Court stood in the weapons training room. Cyril stood in front of the court in front of the court and Mikhaela at one end of the room and Prince Anthony stood at the other end of the room in front of his harem. The prince turned around to his harem and gave them a smile and a wave causing them to burst into cries, squeals, giggles, and coos. Cyril on the other hand, was swinging the rapier he had been given for the match. He was weighting it and getting a feel for the sword. He had been taught how to defend himself by Murdock, even using weapons but he wasn’t as good with a rapier.

“Are you gonna be alright?” asked Mikhaela, “They say Prince Anthony’s a pretty skilled fencer. He’s even started using his skill for his own pervy ends in a game called..‘strip fencing’.”

Cyril grimaced at the name of the game. 

“If I were a betting man, I’d probably put my money on the prince. I’m better with straight or broad swords than rapiers,” Cyril replied, “but I’m fighting for your freedom and I’ll do what I can. Besides, I’ve got a hunch that may help me in this fight.”

Cyril smiled at her and then walked towards the center of the room. Prince Anthony followed suit and the two stopped just five feet apart from each other.

“Okay, this is a duel. What’s the rules?” Cyril asked.

“The rules are simple. The Duel ends when you’re disarmed,” Said Prince Anthony, unsheathing this sword, “and I am the victor.”

Cyril smirked and unsheathed his rapier, “Then technically this duel may not end.”

Prince Anthony shot him a dirty look and thrust his rapier at Cyril. Cyril blocked the thrust and altered it’s direction missing him. Taking the opportunity, he made a quick slash at the Prince who dodged the strike. Prince Anthony then took a slash at Cyril who barely dodged it and brought his own sword down at Prince Anthony. The prince blocked it, and the two blades locked for a few moments until Cyril and Prince Anthony broke from it. The prince retaliated by making a several fast strikes. Cyril blocked some, dodged others and tried take a chance at disarming Prince Anthony but instead the Prince cut into Cyril’s right shoulder, making him fall back on his ass. The prince smirked as Cyril fell back and struck a triumphant pose for his harem and sent a smug look to Mikhaela. While on the ground, Cyril put his free hand to his wound. It stung a little bit and bleed a small amount but nothing major. It wasn’t severe damage or came close to disarming him. This confirmed Cyril’s hunch which gave him some confidence and reassure that he could win if he made the right move. He stood up from the ground.

“Still haven’t given up I see,” said Prince Anthony.

“Not a Chance.” Cyril retorted.

The Prince decided to put an end to this, making a thrust to the back of Cyril’s hand to affectively disarm him. As he made the strike, Cyril blocked Prince Anthony’s strike and made a upward push, knocking Prince Anthony’s rapier out of his hand and clatter on the floor. Everyone was surprised especially the nobles and Prince Anthony’s harem. It was a complete shock that Prince Anthony who had been taught fencing and swordsmanship since childhood was defeated by Cyril, a peasant sorcerer who had only been taught since he was twelve. As the Princes’s gaze changed from his fallen blade back to Cyril, the wizard’s apprentice pointed his sword at Anthony.

“You’re disarmed. You’ve lost,” Cyril said.

The Prince was still in shock.

“How?” He asked, “How did you defeat me?”

“Not entirely sure,” Cyril sheathed the rapier, “Could be you’re rusty, could be I’m lucky, or it might be you were holding back.”

“Holding Back? Why would I hold back when the bustiest woman I’ve ever seen is an inch away from being part of my harem?”

“Maybe it was subconscious,” Cyril answered, “You’re so used to holding back when you’re fighting women in your ‘strip fencing’ matches, You were still holding back when you didn’t mean to.”

The Prince looked incredulously at Cyril.

“But what do I know? Point is the match is over and I beat you,” Cyril reminded him, “Deal’s a deal right? You are gonna let Mikhaela go free?”

Prince Anthony didn’t want to answer the question but he didn’t need to. His father answered for him.

“That is correct,” answered the king, who was coming up behind Cyril along with Mikhaela.

Prince Anthony looked at his father in surprise, “Father!”

“You have beaten my son, fair and square, and so Miss Mikhaela can go freely and go on her journey.”

Cyril turned to Mikhaela and smiled. She smiled back at him.

“To apologize for my son’s behavior, why don’t you two spend the night in the palace,” suggested the king, “We shall have a feast, you two may sleep in a guest room of the castle and leave the next morning. How does that sound?”

Cyril looked to Mikhaela and she looked at him.

“I suppose one more night in Mobas wouldn’t kill us,” said Mikhaela.

“Splendid,” Rejoiced the king, “I will send someone to pick up any luggage you have at your inn.”

That evening, Cyril and Mikhaela were treated to a feast with the royal court. Cyril and Mikhaela were both given fine royal attire for the feast. Everyone enjoyed themselves, eating, chatting and much more. Prince Anthony did not attend. Stating that he had other business to attend to. No one really knew what but most believed he was still upset about his defeat and was probably making himself feel better, having an orgy with his harem. By the time that the feast was over, All attendants were stuffed and went back to their castles and mansions. Cyril and Mikhaela went back to a shared guest room they had been given by the king in the west wing. Getting back to the room, Cyril collapsed on the bed and undid his jacket and shirt that had been specifically made for the feast. 

“Whoo,” He sighed, “That was pretty nice.”

“It was much more lively that the dinner I had with Anthony,” Mikhaela said, sitting down at a couch across from the bed and by the window.

“Not surprising. The entire royal court was there,” said Cyril, “It was probably just you and the Prince last night?”

“I suppose that makes sense,” Mikhaela replied, looking out the window at the night sky.

Cyril sat up and looked at her. The moon light illuminating her as it came through the window, making her shine. He was happy she was with him again. He was so worried he would never see her again. 

“Thank you, Cyril,” She said.

He looked at her surprised.

“Thank you for coming to get me and fighting for my freedom,” She elaborated.

“Aw, it was nothing,” He said blushing a little.

“No, it wasn’t nothing,” She said, looking at him seriously and meaningful.

Cyril stared at her emerald eyes and finally said.

“You’ve done the same for me,” Cyril said.

Mikhaela’s expression changed from a serious yet sweet expression to sexy and mischievous as she got up and came up to Cyril.

“In fact, I think I should give you a reward,” She said.

Cyril looked at her confused, “A reward? Like what?”

Mikhaela knocked him into the bed, fell on top of him, and gave him a sly look.

“What do you think?” Mikhaela said before passionately giving him a deep kiss.

Cyril was a teensy bit surprised but then repaid her in kind.  After the long kiss, Mikhaela gave Cyril his ‘reward’ and they indulged into a pretty lively night.


The next morning, they stood in front of the king and queen, dressed, packed, and prepared to return to their journey.

“I bid you both a very fond farewell and hope you have a safe journey,” said the king, “Know though, that if you find yourselves in Mobas once again, you are welcome to stay here at the palace.”

Cyril and Mikhaela both bowed to the king and queen.

“Thank you, your majesty,” They said in unison.

“We must be going then,” said Mikhaela.

“Not just yet.”

Cyril and Mikhaela looked surprised and turned their heads to see Prince Anthony standing behind them. He was dressed in a white long sleeve shirt, a crimson vest, pants that matched, a pair of light brown boots, and a forest green cloak. His belt also had a rapier holstered to it. 

“Hello, Prince Anthony,” greeted Mikhaela, “What are you doing here? Come to see us off?”

However as Cyril and Her looked down by Anthony’s feet and noticed a large bag sitting there, They gained a sinking feeling.

“Actually, I was planning on going with you,” said Prince Anthony pompously.

“WHAT?!?!?!” They said in surprise.

“I decided last night that it was time for a change. Thought I’d travel, see the world, explore new places...,” he said, sounding almost sincere and profound like he’d turned over a new leaf but then a smile crept across his face, “and of course, meet and screw as many huge breasted women out there.”

The prince let out some perverted giggles and made some groping gestures, envisioning numerous beautiful women of all races, physiques, and cup sizes. Both Cyril and Mikhaela were shocked at this sudden decision of the prince’s. Neither of them wanted the prince to accompany them. 

“B-but what about your harem here at the palace?” asked Mikhaela.

“I told the girls to go back to Mobas and that when I returned home, I would send for them,” He answered.

“I can’t believe this,” said Mikhaela, sounding somewhat defeated.

Cyril turned to the king, “Your majesty, you don’t want your son and heir to go, do you?”

“I’m fond of him taking the trip. In fact, I gave him permission to go,” answered the king.

“WHAT? You can’t be serious?” He said.

The King then gestured for Cyril to come close to him. Cyril did as directed.

“Please take him with you Cyril,” The king pleaded whispering.

“He’s your son. Not to mention the heir to the throne. Do you really want your child galavanting around Asnorit?” Cyril whispered back.

“I was thinking this would be best for him. Go abroad, learn some new things, meet some people and hopefully he would return home a little matured and perhaps toned down a bit from his big breast fixation to perhaps choose a suitable bride and ascend the throne.”

Cyril felt it wasn’t going end up like that. He had a feeling the prince would actually be worse instead of better after traveling around but the king was a hard man to say no to.

“Please Cyril,” whispered the king, “Take my son as your traveling companion and watch over him for me.”

Cyril sighed, “Very well your majesty.”

“Thank you, my boy.” 

“AAHHH!”

The two of them turned around to see Anthony fondling Mikhaela happily. Mikhaela surprised and angered.

“Perhaps by the time this journey is over, my dear,” Anthony started, “You’ll have gotten over Cyril and we return to Mobas together.”

Mikhaela grabbed the prince’s right hand pulled it off her breast and said angrily, “DREAM ON, PRINCE PERV!”

Following this, Mikhaela produced a lighting spell and shocked Anthony with several hundred volts. Prince Anthony’s body shook and sputtered as the lighting surged through every fiber in his body. His hair stood on end. After the spell finished, Prince Anthony was smoking, his hair stood straight on his head and little sparks of static fired off. Mikhaela let go of Anthony who fell to the floor. 

Cyril turned to the king and said, “You might want to consider finding another heir because I’m not sure Anthony will be making it back.”