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Emily's Lessons (Mf, rom) by Jay Cantrell I am reposting the first five
chapters to fix some glaring spelling and grammar mistakes. I apologize
and will read things more closely next time.

Normal disclaimers apply. If you are younger than 18, or this material
is illegal where you live, please don't read this. The following depicts a
consensual sexual relationship between an adult and a child younger than
18. If this type of material offends you, please don't read this. Oh, and
if you just don't want to read this, well, don't read this.

Chapter 1 Meeting Emily

I'm not really sure how I got to this point in my life. I know only
that I am here.

Things were going fairly smoothly for me, or so I thought, then my wife
of five years decided there wasn't going to be a sixth. So I packed my
things and moved to an apartment complex in a small suburb of Cleveland,
Ohio.

That is where my life took a turn. That was a year ago, and I still am
not sure if it is for the best.

Since about the third day I lived here, I have developed a friendly
relationship with my neighbor, Susan. Not the kind of relationship I would
have liked, but a close relationship nonetheless.

I guess in the past year, you might say I have lusted for her, and she
has trusted me. I haven't been as obvious as I should have, but I feel the
hair on my neck stand up each time she cries on my shoulder after another
of her not-so-wonderful dates with a not-so-wonderful man. I have resigned
myself to the fact that this is the nature of our relationship, but I still
hold out hope that one day she will see me for more than just the nice guy
next door.

A nice guy. I guess that is me. My name is Joe. I just turned 31, and
work as a freelance copy editor, mostly out of my house. That leaves me a
lot of time for thinking. But thinking never has been a strong suit with
me.

I suppose you could say that I am your average, boy-next-door type.
Definitely not the type a beautiful, successful woman like Susan would be
interested in.

So, after a year of telling how Susan she would find the right guy
eventually -- how the fact that her dates treated her like dirt wasn't her
fault, how she is a wonderful person -- I was pleasantly surprised when she
knocked on my door one day. She told me that her niece was coming to visit
and asked if I would like to go to a baseball game Friday.

I manged to tell her that I thought that was a great idea. She smiled
her sweet smile and headed back to her apartment.

I was on Cloud Nine. Finally, I would get the chance to go out with
Susan, even if it meant going with her niece, too. A shot to prove to her
that nice guys shouldn't be overlooked.

After what seemed like an eternity, Friday finally arrived. I went and
got a hair cut, picked out something nice to wear -- casual, yet striking
-- and waited anxiously for 4:30 to arrive.

Finally, it was there and there was a light knock on my door.

I opened the door, expected to be greeted by the sight of the object of
my obsession.

But it wasn't Susan, it was a gangly blonde girl of about 13, standing
at my door holding a pair of tickets and wearing an Indians hat on her
head.

"Hi, I'm Emily. Thanks for taking me to the game," she said. "I've
never seen a game in person. It is going to be so much fun."

Smiling at her exuberance, I replied. "I hope so. Where's Susan?"

My smile faded quickly when she said, "Oh, she has a date tonight." She
must have noticed my disappointment because the huge grin she had been
wearing left, and her green eyes suddenly darted toward the floor.

"I'm sorry. You thought you were going with her," she said sadly.
"That's OK. I know you don't want to be stuck taking care of me."

Then she started to trudge back to Susan's.

Chapter 2 The Game

"Hey, wait," I called after her. "Come on back here. I thought Susan
was going, but hey, you can't just toss away good tickets. Let me grab a
jacket, and we'll go."

Suddenly, I had 95 pounds of little girl wrapped around my neck.
"Really? Really?" she shrieked. "We can go?"

So we went.

On the trip into the city, I found out about Emily.

She was 15, but would be 16 in about a month. She lived on a farm in
northwestern Pennsylvania and hadn't been very much of anywhere. Spending
the summer with her Aunt Susan, her mother's sister, was going to be the
highlight of her life so far. Or so she said.

She told me that her parents acted like she was eight years old, never
letting her go with her friends, barely letting her use the phone. It took
all of Susan's persuasion to allow her to visit for the summer. And
believe me, Susan can be very persuasive.

"Well, I'll make you a deal," I told her. "If you don't act like a kid,
I won't treat you like one."

I was rewarded for that small gesture with one of her mega-watt smiles
that seemed to light up the whole inside of the car.

Truthfully, we had a great time at the game. We did a little
window-shopping, had a nice dinner and watched the game, talking like we
had known each other for years.

She was such a great kid that I had no problem treating her like a young
lady.

Emily was asleep when we pulled into the parking lot at the apartment
complex, looking every bit like the innocent 15-year-old she was.

Chapter 3 Sweet 16

After our baseball adventure, Emily became more of a fixture in my house
than at her aunt's. Despite inviting Emily to spend the summer with her,
Susan still maintained her lifestyle, working late a night or two each
week, and dating on the rest.

Emily didn't seem to mind, spending the days at the complex's pool and
the evenings draped across my couch watching TV or reading a book.

Occassionally, Susan would come in to visit, crying on my shoulder or
complaining about what jerks all men were.

Emily would just catch my eye on these occassions and smile while
shaking her head.

One evening, just as "SportsCenter" was finishing up, Emily looked at
her watch and said, "Well, it's official."

Puzzled, I asked her what she was talking about.

"It's my birthday, silly!" she said. "I am sweet 16 as of about three
minutes ago."

I smiled, gave her a little hug and told her "Happy Birthday."

Then my mind started to race. Susan hadn't mentioned her birthday to
me. And, knowing Susan, I doubted she even remembered.

My fears were confirmed the next morning when I asked her what she had
planned for Emily.

"Shit, is that this week?" she asked.

"Uh, today. As in right now, today, this week," I said, hoping she
would get the hint that I couldn't believe she would forget about this.

"Could you set something up for her? I am so busy today. Please? I
will owe you one," she asked.

So, of course, I did.

The funny part was, as I was getting a cake, picking out presents (from
me and from Susan) and gathering the few kids who lived in the complex to
come to her party, it dawned on me that I was doing this less for the
prospect of Susan owing me than for the thought of Emily being
disappointed.

"She's like the little sister I never wanted," I thought to myself,
chuckling.

And she was.

The party was a hit. We had cake and music, Emily seemed to have a
great time, and the other kids did, too. In the middle of the party,
Emily's dad called.

I just caught her end of the conversation, but it seemed that her folks
had figured out their little girl was growing up.

"Daddy, it's great here. Susan and her friends are nice, and there is
so much to do. I really am having a great time."

She closed her conversation by saying, "That's right, Daddy. Sweet 16
and never been kissed."

But she wasn't smiling.

After her call ended and the kids left, I gave her the present from me,
and Susan handed Emily the one I slipped to Susan as she arrived.

I got her an Indians T-shirt and a pennant, but from Susan, I picked up
a locket Emily had looked at when we went to the baseball game.

The trouble of heading into the city and fighting traffic all day was
rewarded when Emily got tears in her eyes when she opened Susan's present.
She launched herself into Susan's arms and hugged her hard. Susan's eyes
were a little wet too, when she realized how happy Emily was. It was worth
everything to see these two so excited. I just sat there grinning stupidly
(OK, I do that a lot) at the sight.

Finally, Emily came over, plopped on my lap, and gave me a hug, too.

"Thanks. I know this came from you," she whispered. "I don't even
think Sue remember what today was. But you did. It means so much to me."

I patted her on the back and whispered back, "I am glad you like it.
But don't be too tough on Susan, OK?"

I figured it was time for me to head home, but Susan stopped me.

"Can you take Emily out for dinner this evening?" she asked. "This guy
called and asked me out. I really want to go. I really think he might be
the one."

Of course, I said yes.

Chapter 4 A new view

As Emily walked back into the room, I glanced at her and asked if she
would be so gracious as to allow me to treat her to a birthday dinner.

"After all, it isn't every day a girl turns 16," I said, smiling.

As I said, Emily wasn't your typical 16-year-old. She immediately saw
through my gesture, as I expected she would.

But she wasn't disappointed.

Glancing at her aunt, she just said, "I can't think of anyone I would
rather spend my evening with, sir." Then gave a small curtsey.

"OK, I am going to have a shower and get ready, I will pick you up in,
say, an hour?" I told her.

I figured I was right, this should be a special day for her. And if no
one else was going to make sure of it, then I damned sure would.

Promptly at 7 p.m., I knocked on the door to Susan's apartment.

When the door opened I couldn't believe my eyes.

Gone was the little girl I had known for a month. The girl who spent
hours playing video games in her sweatpants at my apartment and still had a
pair of Minnie Mouse slippers. In her place was a budding young woman,
dressed in a tight blue top and a short (and I do mean short) beige skirt.
When she did a little pirouhette, I felt the strain in my shorts as I
watched her cute little behind shimmy against the fabric of her skirt.

I often have said, if I can create a 10-second delay between my brain
and my mouth, I would be better off. This was one of those cases.

"Jesus, Emily. Where is the rest of your clothes!" I exclaimed.
Immediately I felt like a fool. Her green eyes began to glisten with
moisture, then the tears came quickly.

"You don't like it? I just wanted to be beautiful for you," she cried.

Then began to turn and head back to her room.

I barely caught her arm as she spun to leave the room.

"Beautiful? You have more than surpassed beautiful!" I told her, my
brain finally working. "You look amazing. You just caught me by surprise.
I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"You think I look good? Really?" she asked, obviously still smarting
from my initial reaction.

"Amazing," I said simply, silver-tongued devil that I am.

"Every man in the restaurant will wish he was me tonight."

On the drive to dinner, I kept finding myself glancing toward her legs
more and more. Then wondering if she had on panties underneath, because
there certainly was no line when she turned around.

"Holy shit," I thought. "Get a grip on yourself. She's 16 years old,
for God's sake. She could be your daughter!"

Once we got to restaurant, it became more difficult. As we entered,
with her arm in mine and her little breasts pressed tight against my
shoulder, my earlier words were prophetic.

Almost every man in the place stopped to stare and more than one got an
earful from his date or wife.

As we sat down, I finally had to ask.

"Where did you get those clothes. It is not your usual look. Not that
I mind," I said, as I tried to readjust my half-erection in my shorts.

"Aunt Sue had some things that were too small for her. I hope you like
them," she said.

"Hey, what's not to like," I said, my lower half becoming increasingly
uncomfortable as she looked at me with her emerald eyes. "Like I said,
tonight is your night."

Susan had helped her with her makeup, and I must admit, Emily looked
absolutely gorgeous.

But, luckily, as dinner progressed, it became easier to think of her as
Emily again, not as some hot little number I'd like to roll around with.

Our conversation was exactly like it always was. Easy, friendly. And
we had a great time. Laughing and joking like always.

As we headed home, I could tell Emily was thinking about something. I
worried that having Susan just sort of dump her off again was getting to
her.

So, like a dummy, I asked.

"What's up, Em?"

She just blushed, then turned her face toward the window.
Unfortunately, for me at least, I took this opportunity to check out her
legs again and things started to stir in my shorts.

Finally, she spoke. "You know, what I said on the phone is true."

My confusion must have been evident, because she continued.

"I am Sweet 16 and haven't been kissed."

I was flustered now, searching for anyway to try to assuage this now, in
my eyes, at least, young woman's pain. I am the first to admit that I know
very little about women and less about growing girls.

"Uh, Em, you've led a pretty sheltered life. I mean, it will happen," I
told her, trying to find the words. "Someday you will meet the right
person, and your first kiss will be the most special thing in the world."

"I know, that is why I want it to be you," she said as she turned her
eyes toward me for the first time in a while.

I damn near crashed into a tree.

"Emily, you can't serious," I told her. "I am twice your age. Not only
is it morally wrong, but it is illegal. Jesus."

The images of Emily's legs and ass suddenly were replaced by those of
fathers with shotguns and me dancing with men named Bubba in prison.

"Do you remember what you told me the first time we met?" she asked.

Thoroughly shaken, I mumbled, "Hell, I told you a lot of things."

"You told me that if didn't act like a child, you wouldn't treat me like
one. I don't think I am being childish about this. So don't act like I am
five years old."

Great, I love it when the things I say get shoved down my throat. But,
I guess she was right.

"Do you honestly think I haven't thought about this a lot," she
continued. "I have. I don't know about morality. I know you aren't
forcing me, so I don't know what your problem is with that. And legally,
the age of consent in Ohio is 16. I checked that, too.

"So if you don't want to just because you don't want to, just say it,"
she finished, tears rolling down her cheeks.

I was silent the rest of the way home, mostly because I had nothing to
refute her arguments.

Chapter 5 First contact (Mf, con, rom)

Finally, as I parked the car, I spoke.

"Sweetheart, I think we should have a talk," I told her. "Come on
upstairs, and we will figure this out."

For all my might, I couldn't help but watch her butt as she walked up
the stairs. And my thoughts again returned to the question of panties.

Thankfully, we soon arrived at my front door.

She spoke first.

"I'm sorry I blurted that out like that," she said. "I really like you.
I get butterflies when we hug. You have made everything here so special
for me. I just wanted to end my birthday in the perfect way."

"I'm sorry I reacted that way," I told her, my thoughts finally clear.
"This sure has been a day for surprises. Emily, I can't tell you how much
I enjoy being around you. You are very dear to me. I want you to know
that."

My words made her blush a little and brought a small smile to her face.
What I said next put an end to the smile.

"That is why I can't even consider what you've asked. I know that you
have enjoyed spending time here. And I am glad I could be here to spend
time with you. I wouldn't trade our time together for anything else in the
world. And you certainly are a beautiful girl. My heart just about stops
every time you smile at me."

Then it hit me. The real reason behind my reluctance to give this
wonderful girl a kiss: I wouldn't be able to stop myself. I already was
falling in love with her. Only the distance between us kept me from
falling head-over-heels for her. For some reason, I thought it would best
to be honest with her. I told you thinking wasn't one of my stronger
suits.

"Em," I started, blushing. "Here is the truth. I adore you. And I
know me. I know that if I were to kiss you, my life would never be the
same. You would go home, and I would miss you too much. So I can't. I am
sorry."

She just stood there, looking at me like I was the biggest fool on the
earth. I wasn't so sure she wasn't right.

Suddenly, Susan came bursting into the apartment, mascara smeared by
tears, venom coming out with each word.

"Fuckin' pricks," she started. "All men are fuckin' pricks. If I am
even nice to them, they think I should screw them. I am so sick and tired
of assholes."

Then she saw Emily.

"Sorry, sweetie. I just had another shitty date. You'd think I would
be used to jerks. When you get older, you will know what I mean."

Emily just sighed.

"You're wrong, you know," she told her. "Some guys are just too nice
for their own damned good. You should look for one like that."

She turned and walked out the door, leaving me with Susan.

"What was that about?" Susan asked.

"I promise, I will tell you some time," I told her. "Are you OK?"

"Fuck no." Then the tears came again.

I let Susan cry herself out on my shoulder.

"Come on, I'll tuck you in," I told her when her tears had subsided.

I led her across to her apartment, then put her to bed with a soft kiss
on the cheek.

"It will be better in the morning," I told her, knowing full well it
probably wouldn't be, for either of us.

As I passed Emily's room, I saw a light on, and softly knocked.

When she answered, I opened the door and saw her lying on her bed still
dressed, tear-soaked tissue by her side.

"I just tucked Susan in, do you want the same treatment?" I asked. "I
am an equal-opportunity tucker."

"Sure," she said, tears starting again. "I thought you would never
speak to me again. I thought I had ruined everything."

Seeing her so worried, my heart broke.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her, rocking her. Telling her
there was nothing that could change what I feel about her.

Then my world collapsed.

I lifted her head off my shoulder and gently pressed my lips to hers. A
soft kiss, but one tinged with emotion. With one hand rubbing her hair, my
other slipped down her back.

Finally I pulled away, ashamed of myself.

"You get ready for bed, then I will come back and tuck you in," I told
her, resolved to get my head straight before I came back.

When she yelled to me to tell me she was ready, I put my thoughts back
in order and re-entered her room.

She was standing by her bed, in just an old T-shirt I had given her
weeks before. As I started to pull the covers over her, I couldn't help
myself. Just like I knew I couldn't.

I kissed her again. When my tongue touched her lips, suddenly I had a
16-year-old ball of hormones wrapped around me tightly.

Her legs wrapped around my back, her little butt resting on my erection.
It was more than I could stand.

My hands tracked down her back and our tongues met. When I touched her
ass, she moaned and held me tighter, her breasts pressed against my chest.

Numb, I mumbled how sorry I was, then backed out of the room.

I didn't care. The whole world could go to hell. Because I knew for a
fact that I was headed there eventually.

Author's note: I have no idea what the age of consent in Ohio is. It
just fit well into the story here, so I made it up. Don't go feeling up
little girls in Ohio because you think you can get away with it and then
tell the cops I said it was alright. It isn't. OK, got that out the way.

Let me know what you think. Especially if you don't like it and can
give specific reasons why. Although it might take a while, I will reply to
each intelligent message. I would appreciate any feedback you might have
to offer. cantrelljay

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================================ Table of Contents

Chapter 1: The Matchmaker Chapter 2: Lover's Hideaway Chapter 3:
Voyeurism and Deep Laid Plans Chapter 4: Zowie's Favorite Chapter 5:
Milking Honey Chapter 6: The Announcement Chapter 7: Enter Pia Chapter 8:
Dragon Love Chapter 9: Zowie's Ride Chapter 10: Luni's Homecoming Chapter
11: What Zowie Brought Home

Chapter 12: Ninjacks and Nookie Chapter 13: Zowie Takes Charge Chapter
14: Down the Isle

Chapter 15: The Final Battle Chapter 16: The Royal Wedding Chapter 17:
The Wedding Night

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Chapter 1: The Matchmaker

Ullandra is what most folk called it, the country of the Princess Zowie.
It was also the name of the small town outside her castle, Ullandran
Village. It was her last name and the name of her house. Unfortunately,
she was the end of her line. The last Ullandran as her parents were only
able to have one child. Sometimes the princess thought gravely upon this
and wished that her parents could have given her a brother. She did not
want to marry and give away centuries of her families efforts and labor to
some husband who would not know its true value. Still, Zowie was still
young and these thoughts didn't trouble her very much.

To the rest of Zowie's subjects, peaceful days turned to peaceful months
which in turn became peaceful years. Bonalot, Luni and Mart continued to
lead Zowie's knights in adventures and misadventures. Winters came and
snowed in the city while summers came and dried up the river and baked the
mud to a hard clay. Luni and Mart continued to be lovers, making love
almost every day in Mart's room in the deserted wing of the castle.
Bonalot continued to make love to Zowie as much as he could to keep her
satisfied, as if she could ever be sexually satisfied.

It was a cold winter's day, however, that found Zowie cooped up in her
huge main hall meeting with her advisors. Most of them were elderly men
although there were a couple of women, an elf, a woodland dryad and a dwarf
with a very bad hangover in attendance. An old man with flaming bright
eyes and a long mane of white hair was addressing the Princess.

"With all due respect, your highness, time is quickly drawing near for
you to take a husband. The empire grows restless about the unincorporated
East of Free Kingdoms and alliances have to be made. I fear that this
summer will be a summer of battles!" he said in a passionate voice.

Zowie simply shrugged and looked disdainfully.

"I care not for battles, Mayor Haryon." She said. The rest of the
council of advisors were watching the conversation, their heads going back
and froth between Haryon and the Princess. Sheila, the dark skinned buxom
beauty who was Zowie's alchemist, was watching from the edge of the room
and remembered once how she scryed a game on an alternate dimension called
'tennis' where spectators seemed to turn their heads to follow a ball that
two players hit toward each other. The council looked as if they were
watching such a game.

"Exactly! Princess, we must take care in this world, for it can swiftly
turn violent. As much as I admire your peaceful pursuits and how you
strive to make all your subjects think only of love, others link of war!"
followed on Haryon. Sheila noticed that he was gazing fixedly at Zowie's
massive bosom. She was wearing a low-cut green and yellow dress that held
together her incredibly sized breasts to form a seemingly bottomless and
shadowy cleavage. Zowie's long, thick, curly golden brown hair hung down
over her shoulders and down her back. Her beautiful freckled face seemed
to shine with radiant beauty although she was bored stiff with the meeting
at the moment. Her clear bright hazel eyes stared into space. She wasn't
even looking at Haryon and was picking at her fingernails.

"We accept criticism only when We feel We are in error, and We do not
feel We are in error at this time." Growled Zowie pompously. The rest of
the council gasped slightly as Zowie switched to her royal 'we', it meant
she was getting really pissed off. Even the hung-over dwarf, cradling his
head, managed to look up in surprise. Haryon's look of determination
melted slightly.

"I do not mean to offend, Princess, but we must take measures to protect
ourselves, or there will be no nation for You to rule over!" he barked. He
sat and folded his arms. Sheila gaped with huge eyes. It amounted to open
rebellion!

Zowie sat for a long time and thought about her predicament. She didn't
want to marry any prince she knew of and certainly didn't want to marry
right now. She had a lover, Bonalot, and had affairs with numerous
wonderful paramours all the time, what need she of a husband?

'But perhaps they are right' she thought, 'perhaps I should start
thinking of the future.' Zowie sighed heavily a few times, her head
swinging too and fro in thought. The council sat quietly and expectantly
as Haryon dared to turn and gaze upon the perfectly beautiful princess.

"Do you have anyone in mind?" She asked. Haryon smirked.

"I have a number of suitable candidates, your highness, but I think the
best one is Prince Jorgi of Villisenthia." He said happily, passing her a
lithograph of a skinny reedy young man atop a horse. If this picture had
been improved to show him in a good light, she shuddered to think what he
must really look like.

"There's Prince Bilhelm of Umerta, but he looks like a bulldog and word
is that he only bathes twice a year and that's only by standing out in the
rain." Continued Haryon.

"And there's Borgon of the Dwarves!" burst out the drunken dwarf, "But
he has a wee bit of a drinking problem." He finished with a belch. Zowie
looked over and smirked at the hung over figure of her Dwarven ambassador.
The elves looked on imperiously and smugly. Everyone knew elves were
matriarchal, so they had no need of these political marriages. Zowie
secretly wished human convention was the same.

"And there's Lord Gullden of Treet, but he's gone through three wives
already." Murmured one of the aged ladies at the table.

"Four, Beatrice went missing after leaving him a note that she had been
captured by bandits." Said the lady next to her, tilting her head back in
thought trying to recall the exact circumstances.

"Four is it? A letter from Bandits! You'd think she could think of a
better..." began the first lady but she was cut off.

"Ok, ok." Said Zowie petulantly, "Lets start with this Jorgi guy. You
think I should write him a letter first off of should someone send me a
letter of introduction?"

"Oh no no, my lady." Said Haryon sweetly and humbly, happy that his
plans were being implemented. "He should write you first. It is the
correct and proper thing to do! Do not fuss, my liege, I will arrange
everything" he finished, his voice dripping with sniveling honey.

The council broke up and Haryon eyed Zowie lustfully as he left the room
with his papers in his hands. Sheila got up and stood behind the princess,
massaging her neck.

"I don't trust that Haryon guy, Princess." Said Sheila, nuzzling Zowie's
neck. Zowie closed her eyes and sighed.

"I really wish I could rule alone, or that Bonalot would turn out to be
a prince or something." Sighed Zowie. "Sheila, dear, don't tell anyone
about this meeting. I will tell them when the time is right."

"Yes, Zowie." Cooed Sheila, running her hands over Zowie's fabulously
fat and gorgeous breasts. Sheila dipped down inside her low-cut blouse and
hauled out one of Zowie's fat round raindrop-shaped breasts.

"Sheila!" cooed Zowie. "What are you doing?"

Sheila quickly hurried around Zowie, whimpering and moaning. She fell
upon the huge pink nipple crowning the fat breast. So huge was her breast
that close up, it seemed to Sheila that her face was next to a huge wall of
expansive soft breast flesh. She nuzzled into it and began to suckle.

"Oh yes suckling, drink my milk." Sighed Zowie, cradling Sheila's head
and stroking her jet-black hair. Zowie's thick sweet milk began to flow
steadily out of her huge soft tit. Sheila's pixie-like beautiful face
pressed urgently against the enormous curved end of Zowie's breast. Her
huge black eyes closed in ecstasy as she drank her fill from the Princess'
nipple. Zowie loved to suckle her closest subjects and took her other
breast out of her dress, letting it fall heavily on her tummy, quaking and
quivering all over its huge expanse. Zowie closed her lovely eyes as
Sheila suckled. A sweet smile played over her delicately freckled face.

"Oh Sheila!" cried out Zowie cumming hard, trembling suddenly. So
sensitive were her massive boobs that she had easy orgasms quickly when
they were suckled and played with. Sheila switched to Zowie's other breast
and began to suckle hard and wildly. Zowie's milk was oozing in streams
from both her breasts now, soaking the two women as the breast that Sheila
wasn't suckling covered them in a constant stream of sticky white sweet
milk. Sheila was hungry for Zowie's milk and the more she drank the more
she wanted. Sheila was on her knees and rucked up her skirt so she could
finger her pussy. She was fingering her clit and pussy rapidly while she
drank. Finally, she arched back, crying out nasally and loud.

"AWHGG!" Sheila bellowed in a high quivering voice as she came, quaking
from head to foot. Zowie quickly grabbed her and held her to herself,
squeezing hard. She stroked Sheila's head as Sheila continued to quake and
grunt softly. Sheila fell asleep on Zowie, nuzzling into the princess'
long thick golden-brown tresses.

Chapter 2: Lover's Hideaway

Bonalot was in the Western Forest on the day Zowie decided she needed to
take a husband. Bonalot looked like most heroic knights did, even more so
now that he was getting older. He had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes.
His skin had a darker cast to it and was tanned an earthy brown from all
his travels. Today he was visiting Pia, the farmer's daughter, that he had
met not long before during and adventure with a horny giant. He had wanted
to seduce her, like he wanted to seduce most the buxom women he had ever
seen, but, after taking her maidenhead, he had learned she had gotten
pregnant. Although Bonalot couldn't see himself marrying Pia at this time,
he did take care of her. Her family was a bit upset that she had gotten
pregnant from one of Zowie's knights, but Bonalot had bought her a nice two
story cottage in the village and made sure she had enough money to take
care of herself and her baby. Bonalot was actually quite fond of Pia and
was quite glad to take care of her, and Pia herself worshipped Bonalot; he
could do no wrong in her eyes.

Pia bore Bonalot a daughter the following spring after their adventure
with Noobi. A beautiful baby girl with the beginnings of curly golden
blond tresses like her mother. Pia had named her Cerise. Pia herself grew
somewhat more plump in this time but in all the right places. Her breasts
filled out even more plump, now full of warm mother's milk. Her hips
flared out even more and her butt became large, firm and round. Her face
was round and still slightly ruddy but covered in freckles, as was her
shoulders and upper chest. Her hair had grown without control and, when
free, now hung down past her waist and could cover her butt with sun-golden
tresses of straight flaxen hair.

While Zowie was playing hard-ball with Haryon over who was in charge in
her realm, Bonalot was sitting in the two story house he had bought for
Pia, eating soft-boiled eggs. Pia had made him a huge breakfast of bacon
and biscuits with eggs. Pia was sitting in a plushy carpeted and furnished
living room feeding her baby from one of her massive ruddy pink breasts.

"Now that does look like a good breakfast!" said Bonalot as he came into
the room whipping his face. Pia smiled up at him and bared her other
breast.

"Come and have some, my love." She cooed.

Bonalot quickly knelt down and tenderly took Pia's offered right breast
in his hand. It was so heavy, he was sure it was more heavy than his
largest longsword. He laughed to himself as he thought he'd hate to get
beaned over the head by something the size of Pia's breast. He found a
large pale pink nipple and licked it He gazed up into Pia's freckly face,
into her sky-blue eyes framed by her heavy golden blond bangs, and began to
suckle. His baby was suckling from her other breast and he felt very
content. Pia sighed and closed her eyes, letting her head fall back
slightly. After a few minutes she took the baby and held it over her
shoulder to burp it. The baby gurgled and belched up a little milk onto a
towel that Pia had previously put over her shoulder.

Bonalot's hands began to go up Pia's milky white thigh toward her pussy.

"Oh, wait my love, until I've put the baby in her crib!" exclaimed Pia
happily. She bounded off, making her gigantic tits and ass jiggle and
bounce as she bounded off. Bonalot quickly stripped off his clothes and
followed her. He grabbed her as she was coming out of the baby's nursery
and began to kiss her, fondling her huge tits with his desperate hands and
rubbing her waist and butt hungrily.

Pia lay her head against his muscular chest and sighed. They both
continued to hold and fondle each other, making their way to Pia's bedroom.
Her room had a huge luxuriant canopy bed in it with lots of well made
wooden furniture. The lovers collapsed on the bed gazing into each other's
eyes feverishly. Bonalot looked down at Pia's tits. They had mushroomed
out hugely over her chest, huge domes of billowy soft pink white tit-flesh
with scattered freckles crowned with huge pink nipples and areolas.
Bonalot's penis was out and throbbing with need, ready to sink into Pia's
pussy, covered with a forest of curly golden blond hair.

He entered her and they coupled in her big soft bed.

"Oh Bonalot, I love you so much!" groaned Pia as Bonalot thrust his huge
meaty dick deep inside the buxom blond beauty underneath him. He licked
her neck and kissed her round freckly cheeks. Her long blond hair was
scattered all around her and under her as Bonalot moved on top of her up
and down. Pia lay and thought has her beloved Bonalot made love to her.
She figured that maybe if she got the princesses help to release Bonalot,
he would marry her. Zowie was horribly jealous of Pia though, perhaps for
that very reason. Maybe if she went to the princess and begged her to get
Bonalot to marry her, it would happen.

"I love you too!" groaned Bonalot as he pumped plump gorgeous Pia, her
breasts softly swishing up and down like two massive oceanic bodies of
water. Bonalot suddenly rose up and got Pia to turn over on her hands and
knees. He entered her pussy from behind, grasping her large meaty butt
firmly and pounding inside her with his hard and big dick fiercely.

"Oh Bonalot! Oh, yes!" she cried out as he banged her from behind. He
spent some time slapping into her with a constant rhythm, his big soft
hairy balls swinging forward to slap against Pia's clit. He grabbed some
of Pia's long luxuriant straight blond hair and played with it. Pia's
humongous hanging breasts wobbled and waved back and forth, to and fro, as
Bonalot banged her from behind. Her breasts were heavy with milk and
slapped against her, sending sprays of milky mist shooting from her nipples
on impact, skidding across the mattress and leaving wet streaks. His dick
was beginning to really thump and pulsate now. Bonalot could feel the hot
lava of his sperm beginning to boil up. He flung Pia back on her back and
quickly scooted between her splayed open legs.

"Oh!" cooed Pia in surprise as Bonalot quickly stabbed her sopping wet
goldenhaired pussy with his hard dick. He leaned down and begin to lick
and drool all over Pia's massive breasts, making them jiggle and move all
over her chest. He passionately attacked her big piles of breast flesh.
Pia's milk seeped out of her nipples and Bonalot suckled greedily as he
took flying thrusts into her hot slit. At last, he gurgled and swallowed
the milk he was suckling hard. He flopped down on Pia, grabbing her tight
has he exploded deep inside her with a bellowing scream.

"OH PIA!" Bonalot bellowed as his forceful cock emptied itself deep
inside her with multiple splashes of heavy cum. He shot quite a bit of cum
deep inside her. Pia groaned as an orgasm washed over her. She had cum
along with him and grabbed Bonalot. She had to find a way to keep him.
Pia was thinking feverishly. She vaguely thought of using Cerise as
blackmail to get him to marry her but she loved her daughter and Bonalot
far too much to stoop to that level. Well, not until the last resort
anyway. For now, she planned to take a little trip to Zowie's castle as
soon as Bonalot had left and returned to his duties.

Chapter 3: Voyeurism and Deep Laid Plans

Haryon certainly had his own plans but most of them the Princess would
have disapproved of greatly. His current one was his greatest of all, his
ultimate master plan. A master plan which would see him becoming governor
of Ullandra with help from the Western Empire. The Empire was a massive
continental power that rose over a short period of time. Galvanized by a
desire to control the entire continent from the central authority of the
paranoid Emperors, the empire had spread from small nation to small nation.
Only in the end when small nations learned they had to band together
against the cancer-like spread of the corporate-like Empire was its growth
checked. For many decades now it had been at an uneasy truce with the
still-free nations that surrounded it, most of them found in the eastern
section of the continent. Ullandra and Villisenthia, where Jorgi was
Prince, where but two of these free eastern realms.

A few weeks later, Haryon was sitting in Sky's Inn in central Ullandra,
not far from his own mansion. He was meeting with a secret Imperial
contact who was hiding out as a traveling bookseller. Haryon had placed an
order at the busy counter but their drinks hadn't come yet. All around
them there was hustle and bustle in the large tavern and restaurant. Sky's
Inn was the central social point of all Ullandra and everyone that was
anyone was there; rich and poor, high and low, saint and criminal. Haryon
could recognize several of Zowie's knights there including Crows and Karol
who were loudly arguing about the outcome of a chest match the two aged
knights had just finished. The weather had certainly improved from the
last winter storms and spring was upon Ullandra, bringing birds, clouds,
and quite a bit of rain. Haryon tired of gazing with disapproval and
impatience toward the main serving counter and got up to find out where his
drinks went.

"Why hasn't Sky bought out our drinks yet?" asked Haryon of a homely
young lass behind the counter. She fidgeted a bit and blushed.

"Um, I don't know Sir. She is receiving a delivery right now by courier
in the back, I don't know what's keeping her." Haryon impatiently blew past
her and went into the back rooms. "Sir, you cant' go in there!" burst out
the serving wench at the counter.

Haryon picked through the boxes of supplies and piles of crockery that
littered the back rooms. He finally spied Sky getting a delivery from a
very young delivery boy. He was barely a teenager in fact. Haryon knew
who it was, it was the son of one of his city employees named Geoff.
Haryon nodded disapprovingly and prepared to burst forth and complain
loudly but something made him hang back and hide between some boxes to
watch the couple.

Sky was an aging beauty. She was middle-aged by now and her body was
becoming flabby and paunchy, but much of her beauty remained. She was now
more plump than she had been but tried to keep it in by wearing dresses
that were far too tight for her, bunching up her breasts and hips, as well
as her love-handles, in tight fabric. She had long very curly jet-black
hair and big expressive eyes. She wore quite a bit of makeup, more makeup
than Haryon thought necessary. Her breasts were large and plump, although
they sagged now than they had in years gone past. All in all, she was
still quite attractive looking and Haryon had had quite a few lustful
thoughts about her.

Sky also had a husband who was a traveling merchant so he was gone most
of the time. No one quite knew his real name as he always went by 'Scamp'.
He was a somewhat sneaky shifty individual but he had a great sense of
humor and was very boisterous, holding forth in long winded monologues to
the clientele when he was in town.

Haryon started to notice though, watching Sky talking to young Geoff at
the back door of her shop, that she wasn't thinking of him. She was
running her hands through her hair, giggling at something Geoff had said.
Geoff was staring at her and practically drooling. The aging beauty was
turning him on, no doubt. The lump in his trousers was unmistakable.
Haryon kept watching, absentmindedly touching his own crotch as he gazed
upon Sky. Suddenly, he noticed Sky nod her head in agreement to something,
smiling broadly. Geoff nervously closed the back door and nervously
approached Sky. He was trembling like a leaf as he gently bent forward and
kissed her. Haryon was amazed. Geoff's hand trembled as he reached forth
and delicately traced the outline of her hanging breast in her blouse.
Sky's eyes were closed in passion as Geoff began to kiss her more and more
passionately all around the face and neck.

Geoff was pulling at her blouse, trying to get it off. Sky quickly and
carefully pulled it over her head, now naked from her waist up. Her big
breasts flopped down on her belly, jiggling and swinging. Her nipples were
pertly pointing up, getting longer from arousal. Geoff was doing a double
take, gazing at her curvy body; but especially her magnificent tits hanging
fat and low over her belly. Sky grinned and began to undress the young man
as he grabbed and fondled her heavy breasts. Haryon was really getting
turned on. He was definitely enjoying the show, but even more, he wanted
some of the brunette beauty for himself!

By this time, both Geoff and Sky were naked. Their desperate hands were
roaming all over each other, feeling and touching. Geoff was visibly
panting, gazing all over Sky, trying to take her all in. His hand was
grabbing her huge tits, trying to take them all in as they oozed squishing
through his trembling fingers. Sky's hand drifted down to his penis,
taking it in her hands. She began to stroke it slightly as she gazed into
the desperate teen's face. She led him by the dick over to a mat on the
floor. She lie down, pulling Geoff down on her. He fell upon her
clumsily, not quite knowing what to expect. Sky's hand guided his
cock-head to her pussy, covered thickly with jet-black fuzzy hair which
glistened from her pussy's lubricating juices.

"UNNGAH!" croaked Geoff so loudly that Haryon heard it where he was
hiding some feet away. Geoff was transfixed, his dick embedded in Sky. He
stay on his haunches, holding himself up by his hands, staring ahead into
space. "AHAH!" he barked throatily again as Sky began to guide his butt up
and down, pushing his hard member into her and then pushing him back out
again. Quite clearly she was taking the young man's virginity. Haryon
burned with jealousy. He remembered the ugly cow of a nanny he lost his
virginity too. Good thing it had been dark.

Geoff continued to grunt but not for long before he gave out a wailing
bark, thrusting into Sky hard. His thumping dick emptied itself deep
inside Sky's inviting wet, steamy, sloppy and hairy pussy. He fell down on
top of her, motionless as Sky cradled him, caressing his back. They stayed
like that for a few long minutes before Sky pushed him back up to his feet.
They dressed timidly and kissed sweetly. Geoff was blushing and looking
nervous as Sky brushed his face with her hand. Geoff left, leaving Sky to
tidy herself up as well as she could.

Haryon could take no more. He walked forward boldly.

"So, this is why you are late getting refreshments for my very important
visitors?" he bellowed. Sky blushed and smiled, expecting some joke.

"Well, you know how it is!" she laughed and tried to walk past him but
he laid a strong hand on her arm.

"I'm not sure this will sit well with the council. A local merchant
taking sexual favors in their daily affairs." He said flatly.

"Now see here, Mayor Haryon, I will not be blackmailed. My tavern was
founded long before your family came to power and I am the personal barkeep
to all of Zowie's knights, not to mention the princess always has me cater
her birthday parties." She stared fixedly at the aged man before her. He
was still quite tall and large, although he now had a long mane of white
hair and his skin had really begun to show wrinkles and age-spots.

"I wasn't speaking of you. That young lad, his father works for me and
owns, or more to the point, used to own the Mercantile Warehouse on the
south end of town..." continued Haryon, staring lustfully at Sky.

Sky sighed and understood. He was threatening her young lover if she
didn't give him some sex. Sky lifted up her hands and put her thumbs into
the shoulder straps of her blouse. She pulled down and it came away at
once, exposing her large hanging plump breasts. Haryon licked his lips and
began to kneed the large pendulous tit-meat before him. Sky stood still as
Haryon's attentions to her breasts caused her to move back and forth
slightly. He reached down and licked her nipple and began to suckle her
breast, lifting up the heavy hanger to his mouth. Sky inhaled deeply. She
was still wet and aroused from making love to Geoff, her body quickly
reacted to Haryon's attentions. Sky suddenly dropped to her knees and
quickly undid Haryon's belt. She removed his pants and took out his penis,
covered in snowy white pubes, it was big, gnarled and ruddy.

Without a second thought she took it in her mouth and began to suckle on
it. Her tongue fluted across the bottom of it as she suckled loudly upon
his dick, slurping as she moved her head quickly, moving his penis in and
out of her mouth.

"Oh yes!" groaned Haryon, staring down at Sky, putting his hands in her
thick curly jet-black hair to hold her face on his dick.

Sky licked furiously all around his dick, then took his testicles into
her mouth one by one for a good sucking. She licked through his pubic
hair, licking his nut-sack slowly and deliberately. Haryon was practically
hyperventilating by now and he tried to get Sky to stand up so he could
enter her pussy with his thumping cock. But Sky's technique was too good.
Her teasing tongue and hot breath attacked his male member too expertly.
He could feel it begin to tremble and quake, beginning its last few
ecstatic pumps that signaled orgasm. He became desperate and tried to pull
his penis out of her mouth before he came. But Sky's sucking mouth was too
powerful and kept his large meat in her mouth. Haryon groaned desperately,
thrusting his hips forward into Sky's mouth without control. His cock
thumped as it begin to shoot out stream after stream of white cream into
Sky's swallowing mouth. She gulped loudly, slurping and gurgling as she
ate his cum. Finally, she licked him clean and put his pants back up.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'll get you your drinks, Mayor." Said Sky
flatly, walking into his restaurant. Sky watched Haryon go back over to a
private booth to sit with a paunchy little fat man with a ruddy bald head.
He was known to her as Selkius, a traveling book merchant.

"So, Mayor, spy on me, will you?" Sky said quietly to herself, "I'll do
the same to you!". Sky went into the back room and down a private hall
that was adjacent to the back wall of her tavern where the private booths
were. She opened a small closet door that opened into a small passageway,
directly on the opposite of the wall between her and the private booths.
The wall was very thin indeed, and had some very well placed peepholes.
She listened in with interest and learned quite a bit. And what she heard
filled her with a sense of dread, terror, and outrage.

Chapter 4: Zowie's Favorite

At that very same moment, Princess Zowie sat on her mahogany, velvet and
gold throne feeling sad and melancholy. Tonight she was giving a huge
banquet for her closest friends and followers and she would announce to
them that she was going to take a husband and would be married in a matter
of weeks at the Spring Equinox. She sighed as she looked around her
castle. Jorgi would be arriving soon and then they would have a 'courtship'
ending with their marriage. She really didn't feel too bad about marrying
him. She'd been with lots of men and one more would be like any other
fling. She certainly wasn't going to treat him like some cherished lover
or something, like she treated her beloved Bonalot.

As she thought about him, the gallant swarthy knight entered the hall
and stared at her transfixed. She was slumped down in her throne slightly,
her legs akimbo and spread so her skirts were slightly pulled up. Her head
rested on her arm, a casual finger entering her perfect mouth. Her hazel
eyes were soft and tender. She gazed upon Bonalot, remembering a hot
summer night that seemed so long ago when she first made love to him. He
had come to the castle as a young man to serve her parents when they still
lived. The attraction between the young strong man and the young princess
who was quickly developing into a goddess-like woman was instant. They
finally could keep their hands off each other no more and made hot
passionate love in Zowie's chamber all night. It had been the first time
for either of them. Afterwards, realizing they were still young, they
decided to keep their relationship secret and be free from each other. The
relationship wasn't secret too long after Zowie lost her parents as she
turned to Bonalot for comfort. Pretense was dropped completely and Bonalot
began to sleep with the Princess in her chambers at night. They both
continued to take other lovers occasionally and sometimes quite casually,
but they never forgot their bond and how they were each other's first love.

Perhaps Bonalot was thinking the same thing as he quickly walked up to
his Princess and bend over, kissing her hotly on her soft lips, grasping
her nearest massive breast with his hand. He played with it, gripping
strongly. Milk oozed out of Zowie's nipple, wetting the front of her tight
green blouse. Bonalot groaned as he began to kiss Zowie's milky silky
smooth neck and shoulders, licking her and kissing her passionately.

"Oh my love!" groaned Zowie, arching back and thrusting her massive tits
up into the air. Her breasts strained against the tight fabric, quickly
getting soaked with her thick tasty sweet milk that oozed out even more
when she was aroused. Bonalot quickly pulled Zowie's blouse off, watching
in hot passion as her enormous breasts jiggled and spread out free and wild
over her chest. He collapsed on the nearest nipple and began to suckle
greedily. Streams of Zowie's sweet thick milk poured into his mouth as
fast as he could suckle. He drank deeply and fiercely, swallowing and
belching as he did his best to keep up with the almost constant stream of
delicious white fluid. Zowie's milk dribbled down his chin and onto her
tummy from his hungry mouth as he suckled and swallowed mouthful after
mouthful of the Princess' milk which warmed his belly.

"Oh love, please, the other one!" whined Zowie, getting more and more
aroused. Her legs were spread wide. Her pussy was soaking wet already,
pouring out lubricating juices to prepare her insides for Bonalot's large
and meaty member. Zowie struggled to remove her skirt as Bonalot clung to
her, squeezing his arms around her tiny waist, moving to her other breast
to suckle that one. Zowie looked down on Bonalot suckling her, her
freckled pixie-like face a twisted into a mask of passion and need.

Suddenly, Bonalot bounded up Zowie with a look of wild abandon on his
face. He kissed her again as he quickly stripped off his trousers and
shirt, practically ripping them off his body. He pulled Zowie down off her
throne and onto the floor, mounting her with determination. She sank into
the thick luxuriant rugs that lay around her throne, the long fur rising up
to comfort her sweet soft body. Grabbing her breasts firmly, Bonalot got
between Zowie's splayed milky white thighs and lowered himself on her.
Zowie whined and moaned, reaching down to guide his big dick into her
pussy, covered with a thick layer of curly honey golden-brown hair.

"HAHH!" barked Bonalot when penetration was made. He slipped inside her
tight wet pussy. Whatever miracle made her have such huge milky tits also
seemed to keep her pussy tight and virginal no matter how much punishment
and pounding it took from Bonalot and the Princess' other love affairs.
Zowie whined, pulling up her legs in heat.

"Take me! Take me now! Take me!" she screamed, grabbing at Bonalot's
waist with her arms, trying to wrap her hands around him and pull him down
into her. Bonalot entered her and pumped her slowly at first, taking no
heed to Zowie's desperate pleas. His hands slipped all the way around her
impossibly tiny waist; his arms wrapping around her and crushing her to him
mercilessly. He slowly slipped in and out of her. Occasionally he took
his big throbbing dick all the way out and rubbed his cock-head lightly
around the entrance to Zowie's vulva, through her thick pussy fur. This
teased the princess no end.

"Put it back in me now!" she cried desperately, almost sobbing as
Bonalot kept doing this over and over. He would bang her really good, then
slow down, taking his cock out and running it teasingly through her pussy
hair. Once he rubbed his dick up against Zowie's clit, sending her into an
instant orgasm of whining, screaming moans.

"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!" moaned Zowie continuously by now. She was moving,
squirming, humping back up against Bonalot, trying to pump back up against
him. Her face was contorted in a mask of desperate ecstatic agony. Her
legs flapped against Bonalot's thighs and her arms were wrapped tightly
around him. Her pussy juices flowed liberally out of her slit, soaking the
rugs they were laying on. Her breasts flowed with milk, spreading between
Bonalot and Zowie, covering them with a sheen of wetness. Bonalot reached
down to suckle some more, gulping down great quantities of Zowie's sweet
heady milk. Bonalot suddenly laughed.

"Wha? Honey?" said Zowie looking at him through a film of passion as
Bonalot stopped suckling her right nipple.

"Do you think anyone guessed where you got that special cheese you
presented me with for a holiday present last year?" he smirked at her as
Zowie's milk dripped off his chin. Zowie actually blushed.

"I didn't think Sheila could actually make that work, but she said she
could." Giggled Zowie as Bonalot continued to penetrate her with a fierce
and constant motion, pumping into her slippery wet pussy. She grabbed
Bonalot's head and firmly snuggled it down on her chest as he began to
speed up his pumping in her pussy. Zowie began to grunt in time with this
staccato thrusts. She could feel his cock get even more plump and expand
thickly. Bonalot began to grunt too, this dick was throbbing electrically,
pulsating and thumping inside Zowie like a crazy snake with hiccoughs.

Their bodies slapped together more and more desperately, their grunts
and whines turning into wails of passionate need. Bonalot practically
chomped down on Zowie's neck. He was sucking so hard, she reached up to
gently move his head lower down her shoulder and right above her breast.
She didn't want him to leave a hickey where people could see it. Bonalot
was flying by now, totally lifting up off Zowie and then slamming back down
into her, only very very rapidly. A low long keening growl built up in his
throat. Zowie had been whimpering with occasional orgasms from his violent
passion. She was trying not to cum, so she could build up to one grand
glorious one when Bonalot filled her with his sperm. And she was glad the
time was now so she could let herself go. Zowie reared up off the ground
by lifting herself up with her own legs but Bonalot slammed down on her
hard. He thrust in her viciously, thudding against her so hard the rug
they were lying on jilted with the movement.

"OH ZOWIE!" barked Bonalot suddenly, arching his back. His penis
emptied itself into the princess with long hard thick blasts of cum. He
came for several long seconds as his lust engorged penis took a long time
emptying all its load into the sweet pretty princess. Zowie's eyes rolled
slightly back into her head as a great orgasmic wash flowed over her.
Bonalot fell heavily on the princess, spent. Zowie was spent as well and
lay limply, her hands touching Bonalot's shoulders. They were covered in
sweat, cum, pussy juice and Zowie's milk; all these fluids seemed to steam
off their hot bodies.

"Oh my love, I have to get ready for the party!" cooed Zowie finally.
Bonalot kissed her hard and deep.

"I'll go get ready too." He said smiling. They both got up and went to
their chambers to prepare for the big party. Zowie sighed sadly when she
reached her chamber. She didn't know how Bonalot would take the news that
she would be married to another man in a couple of months, sharing her bed
at night instead of Bonalot. She would be expected to be loyal to him, of
course, but Zowie had her limits. She might be having to marry because
that's what convention said princesses needed to do, but that was all she
was going to let the dictates of convention tell her to do.

"If only there were a way out of marriage completely!" thought Zowie to
herself.

Chapter 5: Milking Honey

"He said WHAT?" bellowed Mart. He was still the same as always.
Prematurely white and somewhat scrawny. He was looking a lot more healthy
than he had once. He was much more stocky and his eyes blazed a healthy
light blue-gray color.

"Shh, dear!" hissed Luni softly, touching Mart lightly on the forearm.
Luni was much the same as well; devastatingly beautiful. Elves didn't show
their age that much and Luni was still desperately gorgeous. Her long
thick jet-black hair hung long over her back. Her melon-sized Mart and
Luni were in Sky's tavern in one of Sky's private chambers behind her
restaurant. They were sitting in a small dining room like chamber with a
large oaken table and comfortable padded wooden chairs. Counters lined the
room and were littered with expensive display crockery and artistic
figurines that Sky liked to collect.

"He said 'I have forced the fact of marriage upon the princess. She is
not like her mother or father and is weak before the council.'" Said Sky.
She continued "And he went on and on about some plan. 'I have arranged a
marriage to Jorgi of Villasenthia.' The other man, that Selkius guy, really
chortled at this. 'I know, I know, and when I stop the proceedings with
the news of Jorgi, and accuse Villasenthia of treachery, the whole alliance
will fall into chaos!'"

"So, basically, Zowie's getting married..." begun Mart, counting on his
fingers as a dramatic gesture.

"You'd think she would tell us!" interrupted Luni softly.

"She might not have done that yet, dear!" said Mart petulantly.

"Then go on, dear!" replied Luni fiercely. Sky smiled as she watched
them banter back and forth. Maybe it was Luni and Mart who should be
getting married.

"Anyway..." growled Mart, "it seems Zowie is getting married..."

"You said that already, dear." Interrupted Luni again softly.

"DEAR!" cried out Mart.

"Ok, ok, I'll stop tormenting you. Its just so fun!" said Luni in a
silky voice full of seductive undertones. She gazed upon Mart with her
huge beautiful brown eyes. Mart gazed back into her eyes for a moment, his
mouth moving but saying nothing.

"So he's trying to make an incident that will cause some benefit for
both him and the Empire!" cried out Sky, shaking Mart and Luni out of their
star struck gaze. "And we have to find out what that is!" she said. Mart
and Luni kept leaning closer and closer together. At last their lips
touched with a both of them making a whimpering moan. Luni sat impassively
as Mart tumbled out of his chair and began to grab at her slim willowy
shapely body. Sky cleared her throat and decided to get up and leave
before she saw too much and got horny herself.

"Well, look, um, I got to go look after the staff. Make sure they
aren't dipping into the till." Stammered Sky as Mart and Luni began to mash
their lips together hotly, panting, breathing heavily, slurping loudly as
their mouths smack and slurp together. Their heads moved in circlets as
they pushed their wanton lips together.

"And then later we'll decide how we should go about finding out what
Haryon is up to and warn the Princess!" finished Sky, backing out through
the door to the small chamber and closing it behind her. Sky was touching
herself by the time she left the room from watching the two lovers clawing
hotly at each other. Then she remembered, Geoff was due to bring another
delivery of milled flower in a few minutes. Sky groaned, reaching under
her own skirts to touch her curly thick puss. Geoff was going to have
other duties to attend to as well!

Mart grabbed Luni and plopped her up on the table, licking and kissing
into her neck, under the thick canopy of her raven black hair. Luni cooed
seductively, brushing her milky white face against Mart's, one of her elfin
hands softly caressing his crotch, filled with his thickly swelling member.
Mart fought at Luni's jerkin, his trembling hands desperate to free her
bountiful round soft tender breasts. The table creaked and groaned under
the shifting weight as Mart pushed Luni against it, stripping her quickly.
Luni was panting for her human mate and was fighting with Mart's trousers.
She was just as desperate to get Mart's cock out, the cock she had chosen
and considered her own private territory. It was her cock, hers to use
such as right now when she was getting Mart so hot and worked up he had to
take her on the spot.

Both the lovers were mostly unclad now, Mart was fondling and grasping
at Luni's big jiggly breasts. They jiggled loose and free, round as melons
and just as large. Mart fell on a nipple suckling hard. Luni felt some
angst as she hadn't had any milk for her lover but suddenly Mart made a
squeak.

"Luni, love, your breast! There's something leaking out!" he cried as
he licked at her nipple happily. Luni looked down surprised and taken
aback as she sat on the table, her clothes in a dishelmed pile around her.
She took up her other breast as Mart began to suckle at her left mound of
soft jiggling tender breast flesh. Sure enough, when she squeezed it, a
pearl of white effervescent milk slowly built up on her dark pink nipple.

"Mmm!" moaned Mark, "It tastes like milky honey!" he groaned. His big
dick joggled and bounced as he stood naked except for his socks between
Luni's legs. "I guess I've been suckling enough to make them start to
milk, huh?" croaked Mart with a belch, hot and horny. Luni was suddenly
glowing. She hadn't felt quite right in the morning lately but she just
thought it was all the greasy human food she had to eat on a daily basis.
She concentrated on her own body with the deep meditative techniques the
elves had. She felt her body as a singular closed organism. Only, there
was a difference. Where there should only be an arch, there was a lump in
her aura. There was another energy in her, small, barely detectable, but
there. Luni cooed and smiled, grabbing Mart around the neck and holding
him to her with great force. She would have to wait until Sheila could
test her with her alchemy but Luni was quite sure she was pregnant. For a
moment she was a little confused. What should she do? Would Mart marry
her? Should she go back to the elves and leave the child to be raised as a
ward of the community - the elven equivalent of leaving them in an
orphanage? All that could wait for a moment. Her chosen mate had
impregnated her and she only wanted to give him her body wildly and fully,
making love like a sex-crazed wanton elf that had no sexual control.

Luni clasped Mart to her suddenly, their mouths were still locked
together. Her breasts squished and flattened as she pulled him against
her, opening her legs wide and leaning back on the table she was sitting
on. Mart put his hands down to lower himself on his gorgeous sylphlike
elven beauty. His penis began to rub against the raven black fuzzy pussy
hair thickly covering her vagina. His dick rubbed through her snatch,
rubbing against her clitoris. Luni groaned and moaned as Mart manipulated
her clit with his dick. His big hairy balls slapped against her pussy
opening, making her whine with need.

"Oh Luni, roll over and I shall take you!" cooed Mart hotly. Luni
licked his face.

"Oh honey, no, take me like this, human style, today." replied Luni in
passion. This wasn't the time and place to explain that taking her from
behind in the mating position wasn't supposed to be done by elves were
pregnant. Mart rarely wanted lectures of elven philosophy and culture, and
Luni figured that this really wasn't the time to start a speech. Plus,
she'd have to tell him she was pregnant first.

Mart groaned as he could hold out no longer. His cock speared Luni,
penetrating quickly, filling her pussy with his thick gnarly member. His
back arched back and he groaned. Luni fell softly back on the table, her
arms at the sides of her head and her thick long black hair flowing,
covering the entire table they had been sitting at. Her breasts kept
jiggling, rising proudly and round off her milky chest. Mart looked down
at his beautiful elf and stared into her dark bottomless eyes as they
stared at him, full of silent passion. Mart fell forward on her, pumping
and humping himself rapidly. He panted as he gave Luni his dick in rapid
staccato movements. Minutes passed and Mart kept pounding Luni's pussy.
His shock white hair was messy and waving around, sweat rose off his chest
and back. Luni's hands snaked up and down his back softly as she reared up
to kiss and lick him from time to time.

Mart reached down to suckle at one of her big jiggly breasts. They did
seem somewhat bigger to him, especially when she lay on her back. The
milk, at first weak and watery, was now thick and in large quantity.
Luni's breasts were getting better at making the sweet honey-like nectar
that was filling them. And now Mart was drinking it. He suckled greedily,
his penis shoved far inside Luni's tight pussy. Luni's hips moved slightly
against him, trying to hump her on his big dick. Mart grasped her big
breasts fiercely and strongly. He suckled at her nipple for a long time
and then moved to the left to catch her other plump breast's nipple. His
cock jumped and throbbed inside Luni's tight pussy. She cooed little
whines of delight and heat. She arched back once or twice, thrusting her
tits up toward Mart and rubbing her crotch against his huge dick as an
orgasm washed over her. Her clit throbbed continuously now, making her so
sensitive in all her areas, her nipples, her clit, her ass, her mouth.

Mart suddenly flung back again.

"Oh Luni!" he groaned loudly as his cock could take no more. It
throbbed and pulsed, shooting huge wads of cum deep inside the buxom
voluptuous elf woman. His sperm filled her vulva and her vagina fully.
There wasn't enough space inside her for all the cum that shot out of his
engorged and hot penis. He collapsed on her as his penis stayed hard
inside her, only slowly softening. They lay together, entwined on the
table, for some long minutes before they kissed, rose off the table and got
dressed.

"What will we do about Haryon?" asked Mart.

"We must figure out what this Selkus is up to. He's obviously an
Imperial agent posing as a bookseller. Lets try and find out more about
him. Perhaps we can find out what they're up to." Said Luni calmly and
professionally as she buttoned in her massive bosom into her brown dress.
She pulled to fasten the top button but it didn't quite make it. She had
been leaving it undone to tease Mart but now she found she couldn't fasten
her top button without being very uncomfortable and packing in her boobs
too tight. That settled it for her, either she was under control of some
weird breast enlargement spell Mart put on her (and she didn't fully
discount this knowing him!) or her breasts were becoming engorged with milk
to feed a baby.

"Alright, lets go!" said Mart happily, putting his hand softly on the
small of Luni's back and walking out behind her as they left the room.
They suddenly saw Sky standing by the door to her delivery room with a
satisfied dreamy look. A young man was in the room beyond, pulling up his
trousers and looking thoroughly debauched and worn out. He turned and said
a hesitant good-bye to Sky, seeing Mart and Luni standing there, and
quickly left the restaurant by the back door blushing. "We hunt Selkius!"
announced Mart pompously. "And I hunt a newly cooked batch of apple
fritters!" cried out Sky, mocking Mart. "Good, its about time you humans
did some real work!" cried Luni with a wink and a grin at both of them as
she edged past and left Sky's back rooms.

Chapter 6: The Announcement

The ballroom in the castle was rocking. The minstrels had started out
with a few somber sedate numbers for formal line dancing but had broken
down into wild fiddle music. The recorder players were wailing a separate
tune from the fiddles altogether. The ale was flowing freely, as well as a
local drink called patsmash. Basically, distilled potato wine, it was very
powerful and only the most hardy party animals could drink it without
serious renal and intestinal damage.

Zowie slumped in her chair, her tight dress splattered with food and
drink, half dozy from the effects of patsmash. All around her, wild
revelers danced and sang, joking and falling over each other. She saw Sir
Karol and Sir Crows, her two most elderly knights, fighting over some aging
beauties who had come to see if they could pick up some knights for the
evening. Or maybe the aged beauties were fighting over the two knights,
Zowie couldn't tell from here through the massed throng. Loud music,
singing and shouts filled the air and Zowie could hardly hear herself
think. She noticed Mart and Luni sitting at a table by themselves at the
edge of the ballroom. Luni was drinking some juice and was chatting
happily with some friends. Sheila was there, continually looking over at
Zowie and drooling. The princess never knew Sheila fancied her so much,
not that she minded. The dusky skinned beauty with a pixie like face and
large melon-like breasts was one of her favorite followers.

The princess finally got up and worked her way through the throng of
happy revelers. From time to time a hand would sneak out of the crowd to
steal a feel of her round soft butt or even her hanging tightly packed
breasts. She didn't want the hands to squeeze her breasts as milk might
come out and wet the front of her dress so she tried to avoid the
boob-gropers. At last she made her way on the stage and waved for the
crowd to be quiet.

"Everyone! Can I have your attention?" yelled Zowie. Little by little,
with pointed fingers at Zowie on the stage, the crowd settled down enough
for her to speak.

"I am glad everyone could make it tonight."

Screams and pandemonium broke out again as revelers banged their mugs on
their tables and yelled their approval of the fare and the drink.
Somewhere in the back, a little known knight, tall and thin but very brave,
called Sir Zoltyn screamed "Oh My Gods I love You Zowie!" quite loud and
hysterically, but the other people at his table tackled him down playfully.

"I am glad everyone could come to my party tonight, but I actually
brought you all here for a reason."

"Ma'am, the murderer, it was Mart!" screamed Sir Grumbi pointing at the
prematurely white-haired hero sitting with his elfin beauty, referring to
the old joke about being brought together to name a murderer. A peal of
hilarity and laughter waved through the crowd. Zowie smiled hugely.
Sheila had managed to get the magic lanterns focused on her so she had to
shade her eyes from the glare.

"No, no, for real. I have something quite serious to say. Yes. Now
settle down. I need to say that my council has been reminding me of some
of my duties as your princess..."

"Haha! We have them to thank for the party!" cried out Sheila suddenly.

"Good thing someone thought of it." Murmured Bonalot, heavy into his mug
of patsmash and wondering if he was going to be able to stay conscious
tonight for his customary night-long bout of wild sex with the princess.
Zowie rolled her eyes.

"Really, now. They have reminded me that I should settle down and get
married. Now, as you all know, I'm very unconventional, but they made me
see the wisdom in this. So... I'm going to be married to Prince Jorgi of
Villisenthia. He will arrive later this week and we are to marry by the
Spring Equinox in five weeks."

A sudden silence settled over the crowd. Princess Zowie smiled weakly
and descended the stage as the crowd stared in shock. Someone dropped a
cup. Bonalot was sitting in shock. It had never occurred to him that
there might be a royal wedding and Zowie might marry another man. Every
conceivable emotion passed through him at that time and he didn't know
whether to try and slay everyone there or bawl like a baby. He took a deep
drink at his cup.

Zowie kept walking and left the ballroom to go back to her private
quarters. She couldn't bear to stay there any longer. She told them to
leave whenever they wanted and try not to make too big of a mess. Mart and
Luni weren't shocked, now they knew that Sky had heard a genuine plot.
They quickly ran over to where Bonalot was sitting, staring into space and
paralyzed with the news. Grumbi had already sat next to him as did a
recent recruit who was in Bonalot's training... a young man with tan brown
skin and cropped light sandy brown hair and round black eyes, the pupils of
which seemed to fill the whole eyeball, named Sir Pu. Both the knights
were trying to ply Bonalot with more patsmash when Luni and Mart sat down.

"No wait!" Mart cried out, stopping Grumbi's hand.

"It's a plot!" squeaked out Luni in a low voice. They quickly gave a
brief synopses of what they had learned from Sky to Bonalot, Grumbi and Pu.

"Sky overheard Haryon talking to this guy who is probably an Imperial
agent. He has arranged this marriage with the idea that it won't work out.
We don't know why he's doing this or what he thinks it'll do for him,
that's what we got to find out!" summarized Mart quickly as Luni corrected
him on the details.

Bonalot stared groggily up at Mart and Luni and listened intently. He
almost suspected they were just trying to get his mind off the fact that
Zowie just told him, and everyone else, she was marrying another man.

"C'mon Sir, obviously something's amiss. We can handle it!" bubbled
young Sir Pu. He mustn't' have been a day over seventeen and was very
enthusiastic.

"Do you really think you can, Sir Pu?" grumbled Sir Bonalot again,
taking long drinks from his seemingly bottomless flagon of patsmash potato
wine. "Mart, Luni. You go ahead and try and find out if theirs something
behind this story. Sir Pu, you can go with them if they'll have you." Mart
and Luni looked at eager young Pu and nodded their agreement.

"We'd be glad of the company" said Luni, trying to be friendly to the
new knight. Mart just kept nodding, agreeing with his elven lover. Sir Pu
was really excited now. He beamed from ear to ear. He had only recently
arrived from the lowland fields in the south of Ullandra, a sparsely
populated outback where almost nothing happened because almost nobody
lived. Everyone else at the table wore expressions of concern, worry, worse
in the case of Bonalot. Young Pu smiled and bobbed in his seat, however,
like he just won a week on a desert island with nothing but Zowie and ten
months worth of the Ullandran Knights comic scrolls.

Princess Zowie excused herself early from her party and trudged quietly
and lonely up the staircase to her private room. She felt cold and alone,
knowing that she would have to give her Bonalot up. She loved him
fiercely, and she had no plans at all to be loyal to her new husband, but
she knew that she couldn't sleep with Bonalot at night anymore. As she
climbed the shady hall, a pair of strong fierce arms slid around her tiny
miniature waist and clamped her hard in the dark to an unknown assailant.
Zowie knew at once it was Bonalot, but she felt playful.

"What! Who are you! Let me go!" squealed Zowie, squirming helplessly
in the dark antechamber to her bedroom. Bonalot grasped her tightly,
kissing and licking her neck, grabbing at her massive hanging tits and firm
buttocks. Zowie turned and pushed helplessly against Bonalot in the dark,
her long honey-brown hair flailing around.

"No, don't" she cooed silently as Bonalot continued to maul her sweet
impossibly curvy body. Bonalot worked at the upper half of her dress and
peeled it down, exposing her enormous gargantuan breasts that defied all
gravity to stand proudly and raindrop shaped off Zowie's chest. Bonalot
began to suckle from her breasts, gouts of warm sweet Zowie milk filled his
mouth and belly. Bonalot pushed Zowie up against one wall of the small
antechamber and continued to suckle her breasts fiercely. He grabbed one
tit after another, squeezing it, mashing his face to the huge pink nipple
and drinking deep of her warm sweet hearty goodness. Zowie groaned, the
lovers staggering inside her bedroom. Bonalot and Zowie, their bodies
entwined, licking and kissing each other, staggered toward the bed. Zowie
fell back on her bed, her dress, already down around her tiny waist,
billowed up off her thighs. Her glistening pussy covered with golden-brown
hair was exposed.

"Oh Bonalot, my love..." whined Zowie as he lay fully upon her, suckling
at her full and billowing breasts. He had stripped off his clothes quickly
and they lay naked together in the dark. Zowie reached down to fondle his
huge hard penis. It was very thick and her hot pussy was craving it.
Zowie didn't want to be alone this night and was glad that Bonalot had
followed her from the party, intent on giving her this penis and all the
cum it contained. She considered it her property, after all.

Suddenly, Bonalot rolled Zowie over in one huge motion. Zowie grunted
and moaned as she raised herself on all fours. She wiggled her round white
ass that shone pale in the moonlight darkness of her fancy bedroom chamber.
She wiggled it slightly as Bonalot moved behind her, lining up with her ass
crack, sliding his huge hard dick along it. Zowie groaned as Bonalot moved
his fiercely hard dick up and down her ass crack, it was so hard and erect,
Bonalot could hardly stand it. It felt as if his dick was going to rip out
of its own skin.

He put his large hands firmly on Zowie's tiny waist. So tiny was her
waist that he could practically wrap his hands around it, finger tip to
finger tip. He pulled the princess back upon his hard dick, entering the
eternally wet and horny goddess-like girl from behind. Zowie groaned and
yelped, her huge breasts, so massive that they hung down and rested on the
bed, waved and jolted with the force of Bonalot's penetration.

"Ah, Zowie!" He bellowed through clenched teeth as he slid his painfully
hard erection in and out of the soft moist princess. Zowie whined and
cooed softly for Bonalot, wiggling her hips slightly, grinding her ass back
against Bonalot as she stood on all fours on her soft round bed. The
velvet bed spread was getting screwed up from the jolting and pounding of
the two bodies on top of it. Bonalot began slapping his body against
Zowie's with a calm and deliberate rhythm. Zowie's ass-cheeks trembled and
shook as Bonalot's crotch made impact, driving his big cock deep inside her
steamy wet bush. Zowie's cunt overflowed with moistness, it was so wet and
slippery; so tight and form-fitting around Bonalot's cock.

Bonalot panted as he continued to doggie fuck the gorgeous Princess
Zowie. Taking her from behind, mating her in the darkness of her
bedchamber. The sound of rhythmic slapping of their bodies filled the room
and seemed to continue forever. Not that either Zowie or Bonalot wanted it
to end. Bonalot looked down at his Princess, seeing her massive breasts
bulging on the bed, mushrooming out so that he could see the huge round
curvatures of the massive bags of soft tit-flesh ooze from underneath
Zowie's back. His hands roamed her firm buttocks and her tiny miniature
waist. The bedspread underneath Zowie was soaked with her milk; it
streamed out of her as she grunted with one orgasm after another. Zowie
tried to look around her to see Bonalot. All she could see under her were
her own massive mushrooming tits, billowing out as they squished against
the bed. And they were so huge that although she was on all fours, they
were squished and constrained between her and the bed. Bonalot was
pounding her more fiercely and quickly from behind by now. Zowie had begun
to grunt slightly and erotically from the impact of Bonalot's thick penis
inside her tight steamy hole. Sometimes a fart of air escaped Zowie's cunt
as Bonalot had inadvertently pounded some air inside her as he slammed his
needful cock in and out of her slippery insides. Bonalot let out a low
keening moan of mad desire as he sped up suddenly. His insides were
boiling. He could feel the tightening and constricting of his balls,
penis, and valves in between.

"Zowie! Zowie!" he roared.

"Cum inside me, honey." Cooed Zowie, her head thrown back so her
goldenbrown hair covered her silky back; her eyes closed in bliss.

Bonalot did just as he was ordered and thick gouts of sticky sperm-laden
cum shot out of the swollen head of his cock. He banged the princess
madly, slamming his dick inside her, making sure every last drop of
sperm-filled jizz was placed inside the wet moist cunt of Princess Zowie.
They stay like that for some long moments, their bodies covered in sweat.
Zowie rolled over finally, Bonalot laying heavily on top of her, kissing
her lips and licking her face. Zowie licked back gently, her dainty hands
roaming all over Bonalot's body. He took her enormous pink left nipple in
his mouth and began to suckle, waiting to get hard again, which wouldn't be
long when you were in Zowie's bed.

The lovers made love continuously and repetitively for the rest of the
night. They didn't speak about the announcement or what would have to
happen once Zowie married. They both knew. Bonalot knew that soon he
would not be in Zowie's bed anymore and that he would have to use his own
bedchamber - it had been so long since that happened that he couldn't even
remember what it looked like! Zowie secretly planned to get plenty of
birth-control potion from Sheila to use when sleeping with this new husband
of hers. With royal determination, she had decided that, if she had
children, they would be Bonalot's children.

Chapter 7: Enter Pia

Pia held Cerise tightly to her huge voluminous bosom as she dismounted
the carriage that she hired to bring her here from the Western Forest. Pia
had sent Zowie a letter telling her she would be arriving, she had come to
see Zowie about Bonalot. Pia was here for what she thought would be a
dramatic showdown. She was wearing a thick traveling dress, a small
shawl-like cape around her neck and a big bonnet-like hat over her head.
Her sun golden blond hair was tied up and gathered under her hat. The
carriage driver helped her unload two large pieces of luggage off the top
of the carriage. He then dropped them on the ground and rode off. I guess
he wasn't being paid enough to help her any further. Or perhaps it was how
she rebuffed all his leering advances on the road here. She grunted and
panted as she did her best to drag her big cases of belongings to the front
door of Zowie's castle. The ivory, mahogany and granite