The Chronicles of Enthasia By Stewy Disclaimer - Do not read this if you are under 18 years old or offended by sexual content. I thought I'd try something new this time and I'm really happy with the results. I hope you enjoy it too. This entirely edited and finished. ______________________________________________________________________________ __________ The Chronicles of Enthasia By Stewy In the land of Enthasia, the forces of good and evil are at war. The Kingdoms of Sundosia and Scorn are in a constant struggle to shift the balance of power. Sundos is a kingdom of light, filled with lush green forests, shimmering lakes, and gentle rains, while Scorn is a desolate place of darkness, filled with dark cloudy skies, dried molten rock, and ash that falls through all seasons. Known for their skills in the arts of combat, the Sundosian royal bloodline has been reduced to near extinction through constant bloodshed. In her efforts to save her Kingdom from the forces of Scorn, Queen Listanya has altered ancient laws to allow for the polygamous marraige of Prince Wesley, the last living male of Sundosian royal blood. Prince Wesley is not only the fairest man in the kingdom, but at 5 feet tall, he is also the tallest. In a culture dominated entirely by women, the Prince is kept well protected at all times, being the only man allowed in Castle Sundos. Soliders guard his quarters in the northeast tower at all hours, armed at the ready. The only ones allowed in and out of the northeast tower are the Prince's chambermaids, and Queen Listanya herself. Due to both his importance to his kingdom and the intense euphoric sensation given by the Prince's seed to any woman that drinks it, the safeguarding and protection of the Prince is an issue that Queen Listanya takes extremely seriously. Punishment for so much as touching the Prince without his or the Queen's permission is death. ____________________________________________ *Clank* *Clank* *Clank* *Clank* the sound of armored footsteps ascending the spiral staircase up the northeast tower. The Prince followed between two six foot tall armored female soldiers as they twisted around the stoney staircase. His eyes sparkled like blue saphires and his hair was bright blonde and wavey, flowing over his ears. Wearing a very formal loose-fitting long sleave v-neck white silk shirt, he looked to be 17 years old. His muscular build carried him with a quiet strength as he arrived at the entrance to his quarters. The Prince's escort filed out beside two other guards that were already waiting and ready to open the large heavy oaken doors of his room as he strutted confidently towards them. *Crreeaaaakkk* The large doors were pulled slowly open by the guards and shut behind him as he passed quickly through. The Prince walked towards his bed, acknowledging the presence of two of his chambermaids dressed in the usual slave's uniform. The slave women's uniform was a loose wavy short white skirt that hung a few inches below the stretched white bikini bottems that were visible through the thin material of the skirt. The skirts were pulled up on the side, revealing the sides of their thighs and hips below the thin golden belt that held the material of the skirt up. Their tops matched their skirts and were similar to tight white sports bras, only more formal looking. One of the slave women was slightly taller then the other, bearing a chest that was much bigger, and body that was curvier. She had long light brown hair that was pulled tightly back into a bun that had some kind of purple stretched cloth holding it in place. Her face was very beautiful, with a slender nose, high cheeks bones, dimples, and cute light brown eyes. There was a very small tattoo of a perfect spiral on the back of her neck. She was folding clothes while the shorter blonde woman left through the back doors. "G'night m'lord." said the blonde chambermaid's voice before closing the door behind her. The Prince reached the foot of his bed as the woman finished folding some clothes and walked over towards him, carrying a white silken robe that she placed gently under her arm to free her hands. The Prince stood still and stared forward at the large EE breasts that rested closely in front of his face as he lifted his arms up. The woman tugged off his formal shirt and tossed it gently aside as she kneeled down and tugged off his pants, which the Prince kindly stepped out of, stepping forward, drawing his naked body closer to the large woman in front of him. The woman, acting like she had done this a hundred times tossed the clothes aside and stood back up. The Prince lifted his arms and she dropped the silken robe on top of him, allowing it to slide down his body, preparing him for sleep. The woman walked back to her pile of clothes and picked them up as the Prince slid into his large bed, surrounded by silk pillows and curtains that hung from the bedposts. He sighed in relaxation as the chambermaid carried her stack of clothes over to a large expertly handcrafted dresser and set them on top. Watching intently, the Prince smiled as the chambermaid opened a drawer and bent over to place some of the clothes in their proper place, her skirt lifting up and exposing the taut stretched material of her white bikini bottem, although the rest of it could still be seen partially through the thin material of her skirt. The Prince quietly slid off the bed and snuck up behind her as she opened another drawer and placed more clothes in it, bending lower still with the plump round swells of her butt thrust into the air. "Yikes." the Prince thought to himself, standing only a few feet away from the curvy swells of the chambermaids ass that were level with his belly. Stepping forward, the Prince gently pressed his stomach into the woman's soft butt as he wrapped his hands around her and gently rested them on the fronts of her upper thighs. The woman pretended to ignore him for a moment, closing the drawer and then standing up straight. The Prince didn't bother to stifle a soft moan as she turned her body around, sliding her comparitively huge butt across his stomach, causing his hands to slid against her large soft thighs. After she had turned 180 degrees, the Prince's hands now rest on the soft flesh just below the the swells of her plump ass. He slid his hands up to cup her bottem and give a gentle squeeze. Her heaving bosom was inches from his face. He gently hugged her butt with his hands, pushing himself closer to her, resting his head against her oversized bosom. He sighed in pleasure. "Does his majesty desire my company tonight?" asked a sweet well mannered voice with an English accent. Not bothering to speak, the Prince nodded his head, sliding his face up and down against her bosom. The woman chuckled, and bent downward, her chest sliding down his face, down his neck and onto his chest as she reached around him and grabbed him into a firm bear hug. She squeezed his body and lifted him into the air, carrying him over to the bed where she set him gently down in the middle, climbing onto the side of the bed next to him and draping her large sexy thigh over his legs, resting her ample breasts on the silk sheats of the bed next to the Prince's head. As the woman's hand began to slid languidly up and down the man's chest and torso, he turned and looked into the dark cleavage that loomed so closely next to his head. He tilted his head upwards to see the woman smiling contently down at him with her hand on the side of her head, propping herself up with an elbow. She just continued to slide her soft palm gently up and down his body as the Prince's face now held the same content smile as the woman next to him. The woman inched closer, her breasts now bairly touching the Prince's cheek. The prince swallowed loudly and lay still. *rumble* the Prince's stomach growled loudly. "Are we hungry?" the woman asked with the same sweet voice, now with a bit of amusement. The woman fingered at her top, sliding her finger between her breasts, under her top at the bottem of her cleavage. She tugged on her top gently, her breasts squashed and wobbled as she slid her top down slightly, exposing just the very tops of her nipples. "Hrmm?" she asked with a high pitched tone. *rumble* the Prince's stomach growled once again. "Yes." he said eagerly. The woman lowered the material of her top over her shoulders and pulled her top down, fully exposing her naked breasts as she inched even closer to him, gently pressing her naked breasts into his cheek, rubbing his chest with her large palms all the while. The Prince let out a soft gasp. "Oh Elie" he breathed. "Mmm Hrmm." she cooed softly, pushing her breasts against his face insistantly. As she scooted closer to him yet again, his face was completely engulfed by her flesh. He turned his face into her bosom and let out a soft muffled groan. The woman's smile grew and her lips drew back to expose her beautiful pearly white teeth. She twisted her torso and adjusted herself, smearing her breasts across his face as she aimed a nipple at the Prince's lips. He quickly took it into his mouth and began sucking. "Mmmmmm." moaned the woman softly. *MMmuh* *Mmmuh* *Mmmuuuhh* quiet suctiony noises came from the Prince's lips as he suckled her nipple. Soon milk began to flow and the Prince drank hungrily, eager to fill his belly. The woman sighed and lifted the hand that was petting his chest to her other breast, placing the center of her palm over her nipple before giving herself a hefty squeeze. White watery milk squirted into her hand which she then lowered to the Prince's large throbbing erection. The Prince sucked away as he felt the woman's soft gentle hand squeeze his head in her fist. Rather then pump the Prince up and down, the woman slowly and delicitely twisted her lubricated hand on the topside of his dick, as if she was slowly reving a motorcycle again and again and again. Every so often she would slip her hand up onto his head like she was grabbing a doorknob. Soft squishing sounds of flesh on flesh could be heard as she slowly twisted her fist on his erection again and again and again. *PoP* a soft pop was audible as the Prince let go of her nipple. Lost in the minstrations of her hand, the Prince moaned as a dribble of milk slid down his cheek from the left side of his lips. "Ohh Elie." he wimpered for only a moment as her other breast mashed against him, thrusting her other nipple into his mouth to silence him. "Shhhh, the guards will hear you." she chastised in a whisper, her hand now moving more quickly against him. *Muh* *Muh* *MuH* the Prince began suckling her other teat. The hand that was holding her head up lowered down and began to cut her fingers through the Princes hair, petting him softly as she worked him with her fist even faster now, twisting around and around and around, faster and faster and faster and faster, attempting to force out an orgasm as best as it could. *PllbBbb* the Prince accidently sputtered, spitting milk onto one of her huge breasts as he gasped for air. "Ooohhhh." he whined, on the verge of orgasm. *PoP* the woman squashed her breast against his face once again. "Shhhhh. Shhhhhh." she shushed. The Princes cried were heavily muffled as the woman skillfully squeezed the Prince's head and slid her fist across the underside of his head in an upward motion a mere inch before sliding back down an inch and repeating the same process over and over, stimulating his head and directing his spurts onto his chest and belly. "Mmfmffff." whined the Prince softly into her large tit. "Shhhhh. There we go. There we go." she coddled quietly, glancing over at the door. Soon the Prince's cries were silenced and his penis withered downward as the woman continued to stroke him softly. "Elie." whispered the Prince, still breathing heavily, looking down at the semen on his torso. "Mmm hrmm?" she responded. "Go ahead. I want you to." he encouraged her with a whisper. The woman glanced down at the mess on his body, as if contemplating something. The woman sternly refused with a slow shake of her head, keeping the Prince's eyes. "But it's ok Elie, it's different with you. I know you're the only one that cares about me. I want you to do it." he said, sounding sincere. "If I do that, I'll just be like every other woman. Besides, It's risky enough being here with you as it is." she said. The woman got up and came back quickly with a corked glass vial. She handed it to the Prince and he uncorked it and began scooping his goo into the container, cleaning large wads of it off his chest and upper abdomen before shoving the cork back into it. The Prince offered the vial to Elie. "Don't tempt me." she whispered, refusing the vial with her hand. The Prince turned and scooted over across the huge bed and opened the drawer of a very expensive looking hand-crafted nightstand that matched his dresser. He dropped the vial in and slid back towards the beauty that lay in his bed with him. He looked into her face with wistful eyes as she pulled her top back over her shoulders, concealing those heaving breasts that were exposed moments ago. "Don't leave me Elie. I'm so lonely without you." he told her. The woman ran the back of her soft hand across his cheek again and again. "Dream of me tonight my Prince. Here is something to remember me by." she whispered as her face descended onto the Prince and gave him a long passionate kiss that left his head spinning. "Goodnight my Prince." she whispered. The Prince held onto her wrist, but let it go once she climbed off the bed and sauntered away, her wide curvaceous hips flowing side to side as she sauntered gracefully towards the backdoor. ______________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________ The Prince stirred in his bed the following morning. He felt the back of a soft hand pet his forehead gently. "Good morning my Prince." said Elie's warm polite voice. The Prince creaked his eye open and stared up at Elie's bulging cleavage as she leaned over the bed and woke him up softly. "Good morning." he said, craning his neck up to her face, which was smiling cheerfully down at him. "It's time for your bath." she informed him. The Prince groaned and slid out of bed, following the sway of Elie's round butt as her hips bounced with her graceful stride toward the back door. She opened the doors and allowed the Prince to go first, closing the doors behind them. They went down the hall into the bathing area. It was a large stone room with a few big stone-cut windows, allowing the deep blue sky to illuminate the room on what was a sunny perfect day. Two chambermaids that were a bit over six feet tall already waited for the Prince, standing by the steps of the large stone well that was constructed with magnificence. Steam rose from the water. The two women were already topless, wearing nothing but their bikini bottems, holding white silk washcloths and bottles of expensive cleaning oil. As he walked up to the steps, he raised his hands in the air, knowing that Elie subserviantly lingered behind him who lifted his silk robe over his head. One of the women descended into the steps before him, holding a hand out for the Prince to grab and balance himself as he entered the hot steamy water. It felt magnificent as he waded around for a moment, the three chambermaids stepping in. All of them were now topless. The Prince kept himself from gawking at Elie's heaving naked breasts that looked impressive no matter who else was present. Elie sat down at the side of the well and gestured for the Prince to come towards her. He waded over and turned around to sit in her lap. He felt her smooth thighs slide underneath him as he pressed himself backwards, feeling Elie's large naked slippery breasts press into his naked back. The other two women were standing above him, both of them blondes with D and DD cup breasts. They slid onto the seat next to Elie and opened the bottle of liquid, filling the room with a pungent sweet flowery smell. Elie's hands wrapped around the Prince's belly, holding him in light embrace against her as the two women poured oil onto their wash clothes and began to rub his body with a skillfull grace that showed that they were used to doing this every day. The two chambermaids were on both sides of him, rubbing their wet naked breasts on his arms as they cleaned him. The Prince relaxed and stared forward apathetically as the large washcloth encased hands passed over his body, rubbing his arms, and chest at first, but then lowering to his thighs, wiping his privates clean for a very long moment. He looked over at the woman wiping his genitals and she smiled merrily, obviously very happy to have her job. Fifteen minutes later, the women felt their job had been completed, and withdrew their washclothes from his body. The two blonde chambermaids slowly sauntered up the steps, but the Prince did not turn his head to watch their water soaked legs glisten in the light as they ascended the steps in their bikini bottems. His face was rather absent as he climbed out of Elie's lap, who then offered him a hand to help him up the steps. When out of the water, the two chambermaids were waiting for him with towels, rubbing him down quickly before helping him into a clean long flowing silk robe. The Prince left the room and went into his chamber, where he found Queen Listanya waiting for him. Queen Listanya wore an absolutely incredible blue silk gown, that flowed over her immensely tall body. Her eyes sparkled like blue saphires, just like the Prince's. She was 7 feet tall and was the largest woman in the entire kingdom due to her Sundosian blood. Her long blond hair shined and glimmered the same as the Prince's. "You're late." The Queen told him condescendingly. The Prince made no response, his hair still damp. "Get dressed already." she barked. "Yes mother." he said as his 3 chambermaids entered the room, fully dressed and dried off. They walked over to his dresser and pulled out some formal garb. They all three undressed him and dressed him in the same kind of long sleeve silk shirt he had worn the day before. As they held out a pair of white tights before him, the Prince complained. "Oh not those mother." he whined. "Yes, those." she said sternly as one of the blonde chambermaids held the pants for him to reluctantly step into before tugging them tightly up onto him. "I need you to look your absolute best today, you're meeting a very rich woman of noble descent." she informed him. The Prince rolled his eyes and scoffed. Following the Queen out the front door of his quarters. Guards followed behind them as they descended the staircase and marched through the castle. "Now Wesley, if you're going to be Prince of this Kingdom, you're going to have to start acting like it." she snapped. "Yes mother." "You only have 27 days left to choose three Princesses." she informed him scoldingly. "I know mother." "And what's this I hear about you fooling around with a slave woman?" she pried. "I don't know what you're talking about." the Prince denied. "Listen Wesley, you musn't contaminate yourself with such filth. You will marry someone of Noble blood, like the woman you're meeting today. I want you to be on your very best behavior, this one is a real candidate for queenship." said the queen. "Yes mother." replied the Prince, sounding very annoyed by the Queen's presence. Arriving at the Royal throne room, they walked along the long red flowing carpet that ran on and on down the middle, leading to 2 thrones, one large, and one small. The thrones glimmered with gold and fine silver. The guards filed out to the side of the throne room as the Queen ascended her throne, and the Prince his. "Let them enter!" called the Queen, her voice echoing throughout the throneroom. A women with a beautiful red silk gown entered the room with long deep red hair. The sleaves made the gown look like it was from mideval times, with sleaves that grew extremely wide and trailed behind her like streamers as she walked down the isle. Her face and body were freckled, with proud DD breasts that were pressed upward by the material of her tight gown. The feature that stood out most about this woman were her unusually large lips, that were plush and red. Behind the red-headed woman followed 8 other women, wearing golden gowns similar to the woman in red. They threw flower petals into the air in front of their mistress, showering the ground with red petals that blended into the carpet. Finally, the woman arrived in front of the thrown and her enterauge scurred off to the side, not worthy of the conversation that was about to take place. The red-headed woman bowed low before the Prince, giving him full view down the top of her gown at her supple freckled cleavage. "A pleasure to see you Kira." announced the Queen. "Wesley, this is Kira Starwin, she comes from a long line of Nobility that has lasted nearly 5 centuries." informed the Queen, causing Kira to smile with pride. "The pleasure is all mine." The woman bowed and looked into the Prince's eyes as she lowered those fat plush lips to the Prince's hand and kissed it gently. The Prince only nodded, looking unentertained. "Wesley, you might be interested to know that Kira is well known for her interesting... talents that run in her family's blood." she informed the Prince who was still looking disinterested. "Is that so?" asked the Prince apathetically. Kira nodded before speaking, "If it pleases his majesty, he would be so kind as to offer me his finger." she asked. =================EDIT LINE========================= The Prince looked over at the Queen, who nodded almost insistantly with a smile. The Prince scrunched the left side of his face slightly as he extended his index finger and held it outward. Kira grabbed his forearm firmly with her hands and lowered her mouth towards his finger. The Prince looked as if he was bracing himself for something disgusting. Those fat red lips slid over his finger and the Prince's eyes bulged out of his sockets. The red-headed woman's tongue was lashing around his finger with unhuman speed, making 6 or 7 revolutions around the prince's finger in a single second. The woman's long tongue formed a tube that cradled his finger and circled around it again and again, causing an audible sound of mushy flesh sloshing around. It only took 5 seconds for the Prince to feel uncomfortable and pull his finger back. The women firmly held his hand in place, her tongue now whipping side to side at a rate that was impossible by the laws of human anatomy. "That's enough Kira." announced the Queen, who seemed to be smiling with glee, as if having found something the Prince could not refuse. The woman let go of Wesley's arm, who withdrew quickly and wiped his finger on his shirt. The red-haired woman grinned at Wesley hungrily, licking her fat red lips as she saw something she liked stirring in his tights. "Wesley, Kira will be escorted with you to your quarters. Do not disappoint me." said the Queen. The Prince turned his head at the Queen, giving her an angry look of disdain. He turned back to see the red-headed woman grinning a very excited grin of anticipation as 4 guards filed in behind her, beginning to march across the carpet. The Prince had a facial expression that looked as though he was deciding whether or not he should refuse, but when he looked over at the Queen, she gave him a piercing look that commanded him to go. He stood up from his chair and followed aside the red-haired woman as 2 guards led the path, and 2 came up behind him, their metal boots clanking with their armor. They ascended the spiral staircase of the northeast tower and the guards opened the door to the Prince's quarters. When Kira and Wesley entered, the first thing Kira did was walk straight to the back door, lowering the large block of wood to lock out the chambermaid's quarters. She sauntered back towards the Prince, who stood by his bed like he was daydreaming. The woman pushed a very unwilling Prince onto his large silk covered bed. The Prince pushed himself backwards away from him into the middle, but the woman crawled on top of him, looking down at him as her hair spilled all around his face and neck, her freckled cleavage looming closely above. "I can make men cum in seconds." she breathed sexily, grinning down hungrily at him. The Prince just rolled his eyes. "I can even make them burst in their pants." she said with a wry grin, sliding her tongue out between her lips. This was the first time the Prince had visibly seen her tongue in action as it whipped side to side in between her lips, passing across her mouth 8 times in a single second. She smiled a crooked grin at the Prince's bewildered facial expression. Crawling backwards and lowering her freckled face onto the Prince, resting it where his thigh met his hip, she stared at the bulge in his tights. She began to slide her soft cheek up and down him, lingering ever so close to his flacid manhood. The Prince shook his head as he felt the woman's cheek press softly into his crotch, gently squashing into his genitals. He felt her slide her cheek around and off him, breathing her hot breath onto him. The woman was so shocked that his penis wasn't already stiffening, she stared down at it curiously like a broken toy. Then the Prince felt it. Her tongue began whipping across his flacid manhood through his tights, dampening the material around his crotch. It wasn't long before his penis began to lengthen and grow. Kira lowered his pants and tugged them around his thighs. The Prince lay passively, as if not even noticing the woman as her tongue lapped across his balls like a red muscly blur. Then she stopped and touched her fat red lips onto his balls, kissing them gently. She raised her lips slightly and kissed his balls higher up, then higher to kiss the very bottem of his shaft, then higher and higher, placing soft wet kisses all the way up his stiffening erection till it was at full mast. The woman giggled excitedly, like she had performed some difficult task. The Prince layed his hand on his forehead, brushing his hair back as he thought of Elie. His eyebrows lowered as his mind began to think about things that had nothing to do with sex, but that didn't keep his body from reacting to the woman between his legs. Kira finally descended her fat wet lips around his head and began using her increadible tongue to surround his flesh and encircle it again and again at an impossible rate. Her tongue lapped and slid against him, attempting to coax his building orgasm. "You'd better be careful." the Prince warned her. *PoP* the Prince's penis popped out of her mouth as she pursed her fat lips and pressed them to the head of his shaft, sliding her lips down his length as she spoke. "I know all about your seed. I know what I'm doing." she breathed, sliding her fat wet lips back up his shaft and sliding him into her mouth once again. "Ok." said the Prince not sounding convinced. The woman's tongue once again began to spin and twirl around the Prince's shaft. He actually was impressed by how good this woman's technique was, but it meant nothing to him, and he knew that the woman wasn't prepared for what was about to happen. As Kira slid her lips greedily up and down the Prince's erection, her tongue flicked against the underside of his dick, finally pushing him over the edge. As he felt his fluids begin to pump into her mouth, he watched her intently, as if anticipating something extremely entertaining that was about to happen. "OOoOOoOoooooHHhhhHhhhHH!" The woman moaned loudly, her eyelids began to flutter and her face vibrated and quivered, swallowing the first couple louds down her throat. Her whole body shook and trembled with pleasure as she helped herself to the third squirt. Then, to the Princes delight, the woman's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she passed out on top of him, his orgasm not even half finished. The Prince laughed as his dick kept squirting his seed into her hot wet mouth that still enveloped him as she began snoring loudly. Still laughing, the Prince put his hands behind his head and rolled his hips gently against the woman's face, allowing her unconcious body to finish him off before lifting her head off of him, his softening penis snaking out between her fat lips with a wet slippery sound. Her face plastered into the silk sheats of the bed, snoring loudly. The Prince slid his legs out from under her heavy body and pulled his pants up, shaking his head as he climbed off the bed. He took the opportunity to change into a pair of loose fitting white silk pants before walking over to the back door and lifting the heavy wooden bar. The Prince's footsteps were soft and quiet as he crept down the hallway to the chambermaid's rooms. He silently entered the doorway of Elie's room and saw her sitting on a stool in her slave's uniform, her top that was too small struggling to contain the massive weight of her bosom as she leaned over a tub, scrubbing some cloth with a washboard and soap, her wet hands and forearms glistening with the light pouring in through the window. The Prince took in the sight for a long moment, smiling as he felt complete just looking at her. After he was satisfied, he broke the silence. "Slave Woman!" he barked in his best imitation of his mother Queen Listanya. Elie was greatly startled and sloshed some water from the bucket up onto her chest, soaking her top as she turned her head upwards with wide eyes. Her face went instantly from startled to a close mouthed smile. She began laughing as I closed her door behind me. She stood up, her proud chest thrust out, her nipples clearly visible through the soaked material of her top. Her wet arms and chest reflected the sunlight that poured through the window from a sunny day with white puffy clouds. Without saying a word she ran towards him and picked him up in a firm hug, spinning him 360 degrees around before setting him down and pulling him into her. Her hand gently rested on the back of his head as it pushed him firmly into her, nuzzling his head against her dripping wet bosom. He hugged her back. The two lovers exchanged a longing moment. Time slowed down to a crawl as they held each other in a lover's embrace. Elie cuddled the Prince to her chest, twisting her torso gently side to side, rocking him gently as she held him with no intentions of ever letting go. The Prince's eyes began to water and he sniffled against Elie's breasts. Elie broke their hug and held him at an arms length, her warm loving smile bearing down on him. "What's wrong my Prince?" she asked sweetly. "Nothing... Nothing's wrong." he sighed, hugging himself back against her. She petted his head gently again and again, coddling him against her. Elie once again pushed him away from her, holding him out an arm's length away. Although Elie spoke to him, the Prince stared forward as if it was Elie's heaving breasts that were talking, unable to tear his eyes away. "Do you want a bath?" she asked, petting his head. *rumble* the Prince's stomach grumbled. "Yes, but I'm hungry." said the Prince, looking up at her pleadingly. Elie smiled down at him and lowered her top over her shoulders slowly, alluringly. The Prince just stared ahead at those heavy breasts that hung so closely to him as her top was pealed off, leaving her topless in front of him. Wasting no time, the Prince advanced, with Elie's hands on the back of his head to assist him. He mouthed lovingly at her left breast, sighing at the first taste of her milk. "Mmmmmm." He sighed. "Hehehe." giggled Elie. "That tickles." *Muuh* *Muh* *Muh* *Myuh* the Prince mouthed hungrily and drank it all down before letting go of her breast and switching to the next, repeating the same process as Elie held him to her, petting his head softly. The Prince finished his meal and withdrew from Elie, wiping away some milk that dribbled down his chin. "You taste so good Elie." he told her, his eyes still looking wet with love. "So do you I'm sure my Prince." she said with a smile, leaning down to kiss his lips passionately. They exchanged long lingering kisses. Finally Elie put a stop to it. "We should go in case somebody comes looking for you." she said. "They won't, they think I'm in my quarters with some red-headed bimbo." she told Elie, but Elie didn't seem reassured. "C'mon, you need a bath." she insisted. They opened the door of Elie's room and walked out into the hallway toward the royal bath. As they walked down the hall, the sounds of loud snoring echoed off the stone walls. They passed the Prince's quarters and they both looked in to see a snoring red-headed woman in a red dress. Elie let out a hearty laugh as they passed. *BANG* the front doors of the Prince's room slammed open just as Elie and the Prince were almost passed the doorway of the back entrance. The Prince took a step back and looked across his room at 2 armored guards that rushed toward him. "Your Majesty! The castle is under attack!" they yelled.