The Chronicles of Enthasia By Stewy Sundosian instincts took over the Prince. He rushed to the side of his room where his golden plated armor, leather boots, bow, and quiver hung mounted on the wall. He slapped on his armor, slid into his boots, and slung his bow and quiver on with practiced speed. The guards ran out of his room, leading the path down the castle, the Prince followed closely behind, stopping at his door to turn around and look at Elie, whose face was full of concern and worry. The Prince gave Elie a confident smile and winked at her before dashing down the spiraled steps. *Clank* *Clank* *Clank* *Clank* loud armored footsteps banged down steps. Echoing yells were bouncing off the stone walls throughout the castle. "To the walls!" a loud female's voice commanded. "Calling all guards!" Another one yelled a lower pitched voice. "Make haste!" another voice echoed. The clammering sound of troops assembling and commanders yelling continued to get louder and louder as the Prince finally arrived at the bottem of the staircase, sprinting to the castle stable. "Lower the gates!" yelled a deep voice that sounded like General Sivell. Arriving at his stable, The Prince's bright white horse Snowswift awaited him, grunting at the Prince, as if telling him to hurry. "I know I know." the Prince said to his horse, untying him, opening the stable gate, and mounting him with ease. "HyaH!" the Prince yelled, kicking Snowswift firmly. The pure white horse bolted out of the stables at an impressive speed, carrying the Prince out towards the front gates. The Prince bowed his head down low, forming a unity with the horse and cutting through the air like a bullet, the wind blowing his hair in all directions. *Dadadump* *Dadadump* *Dadadump* the horse's feet thumped against the ground as the front gate approached. The Prince's keen eyes scanned the world outside the front of the castle under the puffy white clouds and clear blue sky. Masses of Sundosian troops were in an all out battle against the forces of Scorn. Scorn's troops fought fiercely in their dark black plated armor as formations seemed to already have been broken. The soldier women of Scorn's long black hair hung down below their helmets and whipped with the swings of their blades, as their pale white skin seemed to have not seen a day of sunlight in their entire lives. The Prince was rapidly approaching the all out chaos of warfare. *ClunkCaClunk* *ClunkCaClunk* *ClunkcaClunk* the pitch of Snowswift's footsteps rose higher as they crossed the opened wooden drawbridge before once again landing on soft dirt. *DadaDump* *DadaDump* *Dadadump* The Prince exploded out of the front gate like the cork on a bottle of champagne, soaring across the battlefield. His bow already readied with an arrow, the Prince twitched his fingers the second his face touched the outside air. *Sssswip* the arrow landed at its mark perfectly, spearing a particularly tall and imposing Scorn soldier in the throat. *Sssssswip* *Sswip* two more arrows assailed their intended victims, dropping them to the ground as the Prince passed by. "THE PRINCE! GET HIM!" screamed a Scorn commander. "KILL THE PRINCE!" Echoed another deep raspy female voice. Spotting general Sivell outnumbered 4 to one and still holding her own, the Prince aimed off a few conservatively aimed shots, not interested in offing one of Sundos's greatest soldiers. General Sivell did not flinch when two of the women she was fighting fell to their knees, arrows in their shoulders, she quickly turned and finished the two off while simultaneously blocking the onslaught of attacks coming from her other assailants. There they were. Queen Iskosia and Princess Chamista, rulers of the Dark realm of Scorn, observing the battle field on their black steeds, guarded by a posse of at least 30 troops. The Prince's eyes narrowed on them, deciding if he should risk getting close to them. They wore the most extravegant armor of them all, though their helmets were off, their beautiful pale white faces and long jet black hair cascaded down their necks onto their armor. The two of them were just as big as Queen Listanya, nearing 6'10" or so, towering over the rest of the troops. The Queen's gaze met the Princes, and her eyes briefly flashed a glowing red. "Kill the Prince!" screamed Queen Iskosia off in the distance. *SsssssssSsZzzzzz* a Javelin soared towards the prince. As if sensing it with a 6th sense, the Prince quickly lay his back flat against his horse as the Javelin soared over him, almost grazing him as it zipped passed and speared one of his fellow soldiers in the back, allowing the Scorn woman fighting her to chop off her head. "That was close." the Prince said to himself, sitting up and patting his horse. Realizing he was lingering too far away from the mass of his own troops, the Prince decided it would be best to not get greedy. He turned around and soared back towards the castle gates, making another pass to help his fellow soldiers with his bow drawn at the ready. *Thum* the sound of the bow's taut string being released. *Thum* *Thum* *Thum* *Ssswip* A woman in black armor screamed briefly as one of the Prince's arrows passed through the eye slit of her helmet, silencing her scream in a matter of moments as blood trickled down her pale white exposed neck. The woman that had been fighting her looked up with hope as the Prince soared past. *Sssssssswip* *Sswip* *Sssswip* arrows landed on their mark again and again, the Prince had not missed a shot yet. The Prince thumped his bow again and again without mercy as his eyes blazed with a fire of confidence. His muscular arms pulled back the heavy bow string with ease as he unleashed arrow after arrow onto the soldiers of Scorn. "FALL BACK!" the deep yells of Scorn began to echo. "RETREAT!" they boomed. "RETREAT!" The clammering of armor grew louder as the women in black began to turn tail and run, defending themselves with their swords as best as they could as they withdrew. The women in white chased after them, felling many Scorn Women that turned their backs to them. Most of the sprinting women managed to break free from battle. Queen Iskosia and Princess Chamista turned their horses and led the retreat. Once far enough out, the Sundosian women ended their chase and began cheering. The Prince halted his horse Snowswift and smiled as a strong breeze blew his shiney blonde hair. He stared off into the distance, surveying what was left of the Scorn army as they retreated with haste. To his suprise, he was yanked off his horse. The 6'8" General Sivell's rustic face smiled up at him as her extremely muscular arms held him high in the air, as if brandishing a trophy. Women began rallying around her. "Wesley! Wesley! Wesley! Wesley!" the chanted loudly, the General began lifting him slightly and lowering him in rythem to their chants. The Prince smiled as they chanted and cheered, screaming and crying out sounds of victory. All of the women were reaching their hands up at him and he extended his hands to gently squeeze and touch as many as he could reassuringly. "Wesley! Wesley! Wesley! Wesley!" they chanted on and on under the clear blue sky as the sun bore down on the Prince's fair skinned youthful face, causing his blue saphire eyes to sparkle in the sunlight. ______________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________ The crowds at the tables of the mess hall roared with celebration as mead and alcohol from the castle brewery was passed out like water. Many of the soldiers had cuts and bruises on them, but the ones that were worse were in the hospital wing being treated. All of the women hungered and eagerly awaited the feast that was about to begin. Suddenly, the roaring conversation came to a halt. "SILENCE!" ordered Queen Listanya, sitting at the largest chair at the head of the Royal table. *Ting* *Ting* *Ting* she banged a spoon against a large thick glass. "Tonight, a feast is being held in celebration of our great victory!" she called, everyone erupted in cheer. The Queen waited a long moment and allowed for everyone to settle a moment before speaking again. "But let us not forget our comrades who have given their lives today for the glory of Sundos!" she boomed. A loud muttering of agreement fell across the room that quickly settled. "TONIGHT, When you fill your mugs and feast your mouthes on this delicious meal, remember those that fought beside you, and remember the cost of greatness. May we feast in their NAMES!" She cried, the whole room once again erupted with load roaring cheers. "ALSO." She yelled, silencing the crowds once again. "To honor the women that earned their keep on the battlefield today. I will be handpicking 5 soldiers of noble blood and allowing them to sleep with our champion and pride of the Kingdom, Prince Wesley!" This caused the largest uproar of all the things that the Queen had called out. Prince Wesley sunk his eyes downward. Although he was unhappy, he was used to this sort of thing happening and quickly raised his head back up to mask his reaction. Finally after what seemed like minutes, the roar quieted back down. "AND LASTLY! For this night only, I am allowing men into the castle. I have brought 100's of slave men from the Village of Darsoth for your enjoyment after the feast!" bellowed the Queen. Another uproar crossed the mess hall. "LET THE FEAST BEGIN!" The women cheered and screamed as slave women began catering in the food. Sitting at the first seat at the table alongside the Queen, the Prince eyed the slave women in their revealing white uniforms as they entered with silver trays of food. The Prince immediately thought of Elie, and wondered where she was and what she was doing. "You fought very well today Prince Wesley." said a deep voice across the table. General Sivell looked over at him and nodded approvingly. "You too." said the Prince, his mind on other things. "Course, I would have been fine without you." she said with a half smile. "Course." replied the Prince, joining her with the same half smile, sharing a playful joke. "I thought you were wonderful out there." said a higher pitched voice next to General Sivell. "Thank you Celes." thePprince said, accepting Captain Celes's compliment, but not encouraging discussion. "I'll bet you killed more than 100 Scorn women." exagerated the blond beauty in a blue silk gown next to him, fingering her cleavage intimately as she spoke. The Prince was less then distracted by her and didn't respond. Everyone began feasting on the finest meats, cheeses, fruits, and vegtables the kingdom had to offer. The food was exquisite, and the Prince helped himself to a great deal. Almost an hour passed and the Prince was picking his teeth, many women had left the feast to assault the Queen's stash of Darsothian village men that were being handed out like sex slaves. The Queen had disappeared 10 minutes ago and Wesley began to wonder where she was. "Hi Wesley." "Hi Wesley." "Hi Wesley." "Hi Wesley." "Hi Wesley." 5 different female voices all said sweetly behind him. Wesley gulped and turned to see 5 towering blond beauties, all with long flowing blond hair and different shades of blue eyes. It was as if the Queen had handpicked them to look similar. "The Queen ordered us to take you to your room." said one. "Yeah." said another, agreeing excitedly. Without responding, the Prince stood up from his chair and begrudgingly followed them as they escorted him up to his room. All of them were rather tall and their different colored silk gowns were defenitely worn for the occasion. The Prince did take several glances at the swaying hips and butt of the woman in front of him as they ascended the spiral staircase, but he was mostly thinking hopefully of Elie. The usual guard women were waiting at the top of the flight of steps and opened the doors to the Prince's room. All of the women giggled as they filtered in. Elie was in the far corner of the chamber folding clothes as she looked up and the Prince's eyes met hers. "Get out slave!" barked one of the noblewomen, pointing towards the door. Elie hung her head down and slowly walked towards the door, opening it and slamming it closed. "No." thought the Prince, horribly upset by his situation. Two pairs of arms were on him as he was lifted and tossed onto the bed. All of the women poured onto the bed on top of Wesley, kissing him all over as they pealed off his clothes. Two women kissed each side of his face, licking and lapping at his ears and neck while a 3rd was tongueing his now exposed chest, gently nibbling at his nipples while 2 others were tugging his pants off. The Prince stared blankly at the silk hanging above as he felt his pants fly off, and the two other women began kissing their way up his thighs. He gasped as he felt their hot wet lips begin kissing and licking at his manhood. The women giggled loudly and playfully, moaning with pleasure as they licked and lapped at the Prince's small muscular body, not caring that he was simply laying still. None of them cared the least bit about the Prince, they were all greedily anticipating the infamous royal seed that brought women so much pleasure. The three women that were lapping at his shaft and balls managed to bring him to a full erection in a short time. As if they had discussed this ahead of time, the two women kissing at the Prince's face dropped lower, their bodies turning so that they all 5 surrounded his penis, preparing to share its precious milky content. For a moment, all the women withdrew and aligned themselves properly. Wesley's body gently quivered with anticipation, predicting what was about to happen. Wesley felt the silky blonde hair of all 5 women slide around his crotch as they all approached his turgid manhood in unison. Wesley gasped aloud as he felt 5 mouths begin tonguing and kissing him all at once. "OoooOoooohhh." the girls moaned. "ooOoohhh." Wesley's body trembled and let out a gasp. One of the women was tonguing at his balls like a cat lapping at a saucer of milk while 4 of them were greedily competing for his erection, attempting to force their way into the best position for when he squirted. "Mooove!" one of the let out a high pitched whine. "No YOU move!" cried another. "You're gonna hog it!" "Am not!" Wesley was so very close now. His orgasm teetered on edge as the mouthes began to slid against him in unison, 2 pairs of lips on each side slid up and down his shaft while the 5th continued to lap hungrily at his balls. "Ahhhh." whined Wesley. Noticing he was about to cum, the 5th girl stopped lapping at his balls and raised her head up to the rest of them, fighting for position as they stopped mouthing him and all 5 tongues began to lick and lap hungrily at his shaft. "No putting your mouth over it!" Declared one of them moments before Wesley erupted. Wesley's hips bucked gently up into them, but they were so big and strong they didn't notice as their body weight draped over him held him pinned with zero effort. "MMmMmMmmmmmm." they all cooed, licking up the seed that was squirting into all of their faces. "OOOOOOOOhhhhh My GOD!" one of them cried, withdrawing from Wesley's penis and falling back on the bed with a stream of splattered semen all across her cheek, she began to write in pleasure on the silk bed, sliding her hands up and down her body, squeezing her breasts and rubbing her hands over her face, squirming against the bed. "OOoooohhhhhh." another cried, her head falling between Wesley's thighs. Wesley felt her hot cheeks brush against his upper thighs as she too began squirming with pleasure, her soft face rutting against him. "He's still going." said one of them, her voice weakened with pleasure. Another woman dropped to the side of Wesley's body, sighing as if she had just finished running a marathon, her breaths causing her large breasts to rise and fall in her gown. Feeling the two women left lapping at him, Wesley's orgasm began to fade as the 4th woman dropped next to him. "OH C'MON!" whined the 5th one, apparently upset she hadn't gotten enough. She grabbed Wesley's penis in her hand and began squeezing it out, pushing her fist up his shaft as she squeezed the head again and again, milking out a few more dribbles. Wesley sighed in pleasure as she brought him a few more twitches of orgasm before her mouth descended on him and sucked him hungrily. "MMmmmmmmm." she finally sighed with approval, having cleaned the last of it up with her mouth and tongue. "Oohhhh." she moaned, her body relaxing on top of the Prince, her cheek squashing Wesley's saliva coated penis into his belly as the weight of her head fell into him. Some of the women crawled back up to Wesley and draped themselves onto him. Wesley, drained and tired, fell asleep with 5 beautiful blondes strewn out across him. ______________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________ Waking up before all of the women, Wesley was forced to lift many different arms and legs off of him, struggling to unwrap himself from the large blondes as he climbed out of bed, all of them in a seemingly deep sleep. He tossed on a white robe and went through the backdoor, searching for Elie. He knocked on her door and heard nothing. He knocked again. The door opened and Elie stood there in her uniform. The Prince craned his neck up and looked at her face, her eyes seemed slightly swollen. "Does his majesty need a bath?" she asked, almost robotically. The Prince nodded with a straight face, feeling the tension of the situation. Elie grabbed a washcloth and a bottle of oil before closing her door behind her and walking down the hall ahead of the Prince. Her lack of emotion and the awkward silence began to make the Prince worry slightly. "Perhaps she just doesn't want to blow our cover?" he reasoned. Arriving in the bathing room, the water steamed above the stone well as always and Elie quickly unbuckled her golden belt, tossing her skirt aside recklessly. She pealed her top over her head and tossed it just as lazily, exposing her smooth back as she sauntered towards the water, her butt swaying in an unintentional provacative manner with the white taut material of her bikini bottem stretched against it. She entered the water and turned to face the prince, offering him her hand and presenting those huge naked breasts of hers for him to see, though he did not stare. He tossed off his robe and took her hand genuinely and stepped down the stone steps, submerging his body in water as Elie sat down on the stone-cut seats and gestured to him as her eyes teered up. As the Prince turned and slid into her lap, he heard Elie sniffle. *Sniff* *Sniff* "Elie?" the Prince asked. *Sniff* *Sniff* "Elie?" The prince turned and looked into her eyes, which were watering up and began to produce salty droplets of liquid that slid down her face. "Elie. I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry." the Prince consoled, hugging her huge body. Elie's hands wrapped around the Prince's waist as she continued to cry. "I'm just a slave my Prince. I'll never be good enough for you." she cried softly, tears rolling off her cheeks. "That's not true Elie, you are the most wonderful women I've ever had the pleasure of meeting." reassured the Prince. "Your mother will never let us be together. This will never work Wesley." cried Elie in a soft whisper. "Then let's do it." snapped the Prince. "What?" asked Elie confusedly through her pouring tears of sadness. "Let's run away together." he said excitedly hugging her huge slippery wet curvy body against him, her breasts smushing and sliding against his chest. "W... Wuh?" asked Elie, the idea entirely unfathomable to her. "We... We can't Wes. If they catch us they'll kill me." said Elie. "Rumors of me being with you have already graced my mother's ears. If she catches us in bed, she'll try to kill you anyway. If we escape, then we can be together Elie, without anyone telling us what we can and can't do." explained the Prince, his eyes lighting up like the sun with his words. "R... Really? You mean it? You'd run away with me?" she asked, her lip quivering, her tears slowing down. "Of course!" Declared the Prince with a joyous smile, now filled with vigor from the prospect of his plans. Elie's frown slowly crept into a smile of complete and utter hope. In just a few moments Elie was the happiest woman on earth. She hugged the Prince and squashed him against her heaving bosom, bombarding him with firm wet kisses. *Muh* *MUuh* *MuuuH* *MuuH* *Myuuh* *Muh* *MyuH* her kisses assaulted his face urgently as though kissing him was a matter of life or death. "Mrrfff Easseee. Easy!" laughed the Prince, his mouth muffled under constant attack. Elie's tongue plunged into the Prince's mouth, her long tongue dominating his, forcing it this way and that as she licked hungrily at him inside his mouth. This was perhaps the fiercest make out session the two of them had ever had. Elie simply couldn't let Wesley go and mouthed at him like a greedy beast. At this point, Wesley began laughing. That was what stopped her. She began laughing with him and threw her head over his shoulder, squashing his small muscular body against her chest and rocking him against her. "I love you Wesley." cried Elie, tears streaming from her eyes. "And I love you Elie." said the Prince calmly. "I don't mean to interrupt but..." a voice called from the entryway. Kira stood in the doorway, her side leaned up against the stone wall of the entrance. Both Wesley and Elie turned, entirely startled at the figure behind them. "How long had she been there?" they both wondered. "Queen Listanya sent me up here to bring you down for breakfest. She says she wants to talk to you." Said the firey red-head with the magical tongue concealed between those fat lips of hers. The Prince nodded and climbed out of the water, towling himself off and leaving Elie behind. After he got dressed, Kira escorted Wesley down the spiral staircase into the royal dining room, the place where the Queen liked to have her more private conversations. Already seated and eating, the Prince sat down at the Queen's side, Kira across from him. "So..." the Queen began quickly. "Did you have a good time with the ladies last night?" asked the Queen. "Yes mother." the Prince lied. "And did you see any you might want to marry?" she inquired as she munched at a buttered roll. "Yes mother." he lied again. The Prince's thought process was thinking that the snooty red-headed noble woman in front of him wouldn't give him long before she ratted him out about Elie. He was covering his tracks. "Really?!?!" asked the Queen flabbergasted. "Which one?!?!" she asked, her voice filling withe suprise and excitement. "The tall one in the blue gown." lied the Prince. "Rolin? The one with the long nose?" she asked. "Yes, that's the one." The Prince lied again, sounding unconvincing. "He's lying." interjected Kira, "I saw him kissing that chambermaid of his in the bathing well." "What?!?!" responded the Prince, feigning disgust. "How DARE you accuse me of such an abomination!" he yelled. "I would never even THINK of degrading myself by kissing a slave woman." he barked. Hoping he was convincing, he turned and looked at his mother, whose face was kind of scrunched with confusion and curiosity, as if deciding what she should say. "Wesley," she began calmly, "Are you lying?" her tone growing agitated. "Why would I lie mother? You would just find out sooner or later and kill her." said the Prince stoicly, his acting seeming to improve a great deal. "Hrmmm." said the Queen, a curious, but cold grin on her face. "He does have a point." the Queen thought out loud. The Queen returned to her buttered roll. When she turned away, Wesley shot Kira an icy glare, which she returned with a righteous smile, as though her behavior had been morally upright. The conversation was sparse throughout the rest of the lunch. Kira began attempting to seduce the Prince right in front of the Queen. She picked a banana off of the table and opened it matticulously while she stared at him. Then she slowly lowered her lips over it and mouthed at it, slashing her unnatural tongue across it, displaying her talents to him. She didn't seem to want to bite down on it and slid it up and down between her lips over and over again, her tongue lashing all around, a red muscley blur. "I hate this woman." thought the Prince to himself. The Prince feigned falling asleep and pretended to snore loudly. This caused Kira to sneer at him and bite down at the banana, chewing it forcefully with frustration. The Prince winked at her cheerfully, rubbing it in. For the rest of the meal, the Prince planned his route of escape. For the entire rest of the day, escaping the castle without being caught was the only thing on his mind. "But how to do it?" the Prince pondered. ______________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________ Meanwhile, in the Castle of Scorn... "But Queen Iskosia, the castle is too heavily guarded, getting at Prince Wesley will be quite difficult." rasped the scratchy voice of a tiny man, sitting at a long red dinner table dimly lit by flickering candlelight. His hair was dark, short, and curly, his face covered with stubble. He was quite a pudgy little fellow. "Indeed, that is why I'm sending my daughter you twit. The Prince is too powerfull. We cannot allow him to remain a Sundosian asset any longer." said an enormous woman with long black hair. She was wearing a dark black dress that showed the pale white cleavage of her DD cup breasts as she sat at the head of the table. "Your wish is my command mother." replied Chamista, sipping her goblet of wine, her E-cups thrust upward in a black dress very similar to the Queens. Her dark black hair seemed to repell all light as it hung down to her waist. "Nort, you feel my judgement is lacking?" Asked Queen Iskosia, looking over to the tiny man that couldn't have been more then 4 feet tall. The man looked timid to answer, not raising his head to look Queen Iskosia in the eye. "NORT?" barked Queen Iskosia. "I... I think it's too risky." said the man weakly, on the verge of stuttering. "Oh? Do you think my daughter underqualified?" she asked, gesturing a hand to her developed chest. The Princess smiled and tossed her hair over her shoulder, embelishing the little man with a full view of her size. "N... No, it's just that..." the man began. "Perhaps I should have her drain more of your essence to show you the extent of her ability?" the Queen suggested. The man looked up at the Queen fearfully, shaking his head slowly, as if to say "Please no." The man glanced over at Chamista, who was licking her lips slowly. "Y... You're right. It's a great idea. I think it will work." reconsidered the small man, still looking over at Chamista fearfully as her tongue passed slowly over her lips again and again. "I didn't consider her... *cough*... qualifications." he said, staring at the swells over her dimly lit pale cleavage as she took another sip of wine. Princess Chamista sipped at her wine lazily as she began sliding her palms up over the swells of her breasts, cupping them as her hand passed up and down, up and down. Nort turned his head away from her and looked up at the Queen, who was grinning down at him amusedly. "Why you look distracted Nort." the Queen teased, "What is it that's on your mind?" she asked, already knowing the answer. "Oh... N... Nothing really." he stuttered. Queen Iskosia began rubbing her left palm up over the swells of her chest in the same manner as Princess Chamista. The small man named Nort did not know where to put his eyes. He turned his head and scanned the room, but he was all too keenly aware of the gigantic women that were staring at him as they rubbed themselves up and down. "Well..." began Queen Iskosia, "we were going to go to bed if you wanted to join us Nort." "Oh no I'm f... fine... really... thank you." he stammered what sounded something like a refusal. The Queen's large hand grasped the small man's leg just above his knee, causing the man to jump. "What's wrong..." said Queen Iskosia, her large hand sliding up the man's leg slowly. "You must be so tired." her voice hummed sweetly. The man opened his mouth for a moment and shut it again without speaking, he backed his body up against the chair, but quickly ran out of room as Queen Iskosia's hand drifted up and up. The man swallowed loudly as he looked over at Princess Chamista, who lifted her pointer finger up between her blood red lips and slid it into her mouth in a sexual manner before drawing it slowly back out, her eyes flashed a bright red for a brief moment. The man squeeked as Queen Iskosia's hand had finally ascended all the way up between his legs, giving his crotch a firm squeeze before letting her palm rest there. "I think he's coming with us isn't he darling?" Asked Queen Iskosia. "Ohhh yesss." said Chamista dark cold voice. *Rawwww* A chair slid across the ground as it was pushed backwards. The Queen stood up to full height before bending down and grabbing Nort by the ankle. Nort screamed as he was lifted into the air by a single foot. He dangled in the air and flailed his limbs as Queen Iskosia carried the helpless man through the castle and into a large bedroom. The bed was simply enormous and covered in black sheets. The man was tossed onto the bed, he flailed in the air as his small body bounced into the matresses before he landed once again to a halt. With a look of extreme panic on his face, he sat up on the bed and watched Princess Chamista and Queen Iskosia undress, sliding their long black dresses off of their bodies to reveal what looked like black satin lingerie. Their skin was as white as snow and they both sat on the edge of the bed and began to kiss. Their ruby red lips mouthed at each other hungrily as their legs lifted up and wrapped around each other's. Watching these two giant women make out heatedly, Nort began to notice they weren't paying much attention to him. He began to inch away from them. *Piff* The sound of Chamista's bra being undone. She tossed it aside and it landed on Nort's shoulder. Slowly retreating, Nort watched in awe as Chamista's exposed naked breasts mashed into Queen Iskosia's bra as they lapped at each other's mouths. *Piff* Queen Iskosia's bra was undone and tossed aside, it landed on Nort's knee. Nort looked down at the underwear on him, still holding that frightened look of panic as he continued to inch away from them slowly. The women seemed to be far too interested in each other to pay Nort any attention. Finally, Nort lowered one leg off of the other side of the bed, not beleiving his luck as he began to slide off the bed. "Eeep!" he cried, feeling the same strong hand gripping his ankle tightly and tugging on it. Queen Iskosia had leaned over and grabbed the small man with ease, and tugged him over to them in seconds. They both lay down on the bed, having pulled Nort in between them. Nort's face cringed as the two women hugged each other in a tight embrace, going back to their make out session, only poor Nort was sandwhiched in between. Their large squishy breasts surrounded Nort's face, squashing into him and effectively smothering him. The women seemed to not pay much attention to Nort as they continued to kiss and lap at each other's red lips. Nort struggled in between them, seeming to twist his head side to side, trying to find the best position to maximize his oxygen intake. The women's thighs lifted up and squirmed against the man in between them. He whined and whimpered as the women hugged him between them, his body squirming futilly to break free from their embrace. "MmMMrrfff!" he cried as 4 large creamy white breasts smeared across his face again and again. Nort felt his throbbing erection getting squashed into Princess Chamista's soft belly as the two held each other in an even tighter embrace, kissing and lapping at each other faster then ever before. They began to moan in pleasure at each other's minstrations, extremely turned on. They paid no attention to the man that whimpered and whined between them, even when he wet his pants.