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 Hot Faerie Tales No.1

   Princess Zowie and the Mad Monk Author: Simplex
(simplex992000@yahoo.com) Title: Princess Zowie and the Mad Monk
Summary: The sex-mad adventures of a very hot voluptious faerie princess
and her frisky friends.
Keywords: MF (several scenes), huge breasts, lactation, mature, bbw

   By Simplex (simplex992000@yahoo.com)

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

   Chapter 1: Princess Zowie Chapter 2: The Mad Monk Chapter 3: Studies in
Sex Chapter 4: Sky and the Monk Chapter 5: Dirty Deals and Dirty Deeds
Chapter 6: Sir Crows Gets Taken Advantage Of Chapter 7: Mart To The Rescue
Chapter 8: Mart In Prison Chapter 9: Night Pleasures With Zowie Chapter 10:
Mart's First Raid ==================================

   Chapter 1: Princess Zowie

   Once upon a time there was a princess named Zowie.  The princess ruled a
tiny land where not much happened except for the occasional adventure such
as this one.  She had lots of interesting points about her, but the ones
her male subjects enjoyed the most hang off her chest like reasonable
copies of the Goodyear Blimp.  Perhaps a tad over endowed for some tastes,
Zowie's huge fat breasts, which hung low over her tiny stomach and waist,
regularly bulged under her purple dress, pushing against the fabric
tightly. Apart from her massive fleshy and plump endowments, Zowie was
quite beautiful with long hip-length wavy hair the color of golden honey.
Her waist seemed tiny when compared to her flaring hips and huge bosom, but
was actually just a normal everyday size, although still pretty thin.  As
for her face, she had freckles on her cheeks, but not too many, eyes of
hazel and often she wore a huge bright smile and a look of charismatic
sexuality that made her face rise from the beautiful to the extraordinary.

   The day dawned bright and early, light poured into Zowie's bedroom,
illuminating her bed where she lay with her Knight Captain and primary
lover, Sir Bonalot.  She lay on her back in a loose fitting white gown, a
pleasant smile playing over her face.  Bonalot woke first and looked upon
her.  He immediately got aroused, his cock swiftly getting hard and erect.
Ever since they met, Bonalot had been besotted with Zowie.  Whether it was
passionate love or lust, not much was going to keep him from possessing her
body as often as he could.  Of course, it helped that he was a great
fighter and leader, swiftly winning over the people's adoration saving them
in several crises, and then winning Zowie's heart and body with equal skill
in bed.  Zowie was free with her affections, often sleeping with just about
anyone, but her love for Bonalot was genuine.

   Bonalot swiftly climbed onto Zowie, his hands zipping to her huge
breasts.  He began to knead the huge soft rolls of breast flesh as Zowie
awoke with a smile.

   "Good morning to thee, fair knight" said Zowie breathfully with a
playful air of false aloofness.  Bonalot smiled and growled, pushing and
tugging at her breasts through her white gown.  He leaned down and began to
kiss her face, her lips.  Zowie opened her mouth and their tongues begin to
wrap around each other's in quick fluttering waves.  Bonalot continued
grasping at his favorite parts of Zowie, her large fleshy breasts, kneading
them and squeezing them.  He could feel the warm softness of her massive
titflesh giving way to his hands like silken bags of soft warm honey. 
Zowie reached down and slowly began to fold her nightgown up over her hips,
up over her belly.  Bonalot quickly scampered between her legs as she
revealed them, beginning to brush her honey brown furry sex with the tip of
his hardened and swollen penis.  His member was throbbing with need as the
sensitive tip brushed through her furry snatch.  He groaned as his hips
begin to buck on their own accord, rubbing the hardened and swollen tip of
his cock against her soft and downy bush.

   By this time Zowie was peeling her silken nightgown over her head,
squirming on her bed, enjoying Bonalot's hot and passionate attentions. 
Her large breasts, now fully free of the nightgown, flopped and slopped
from side to side on her chest, huge and massive with huge pink nipples. 
Bonalot groaned in pleasure as he got his first glimpse of her expansive
and seemingly endless breast flesh.  He tore into it with his mouth,
licking and sucking, spraying copious amounts of saliva all over her large
billowy breasts.  One of Zowie's dainty hands went around Bonalot's head
and cupped his mouth to her gigantic bosoms while the other sought out his
tight butt, pushing it into her.  She wanted him to slip his huge throbbing
member into her.  Feeling his thick dick rub against her pussy, rubbing
against her skin, was driving her mad.  She needed it inside her, needed to
feel it penetrating her snatch and throbbing deep inside.  She pushed
against his butt, trying to cajole and will him inside her.  But Bonalot
was not done with his breast-worship yet.  He had fallen upon her nipples
by now, suckling her.

   Possibly because of some magic, or maybe just because so many lovers
suckled her so often, Zowie's breasts offered thick sweet warm milk for her
lovers.  Bonalot went to suckling her, drinking deep of her most hidden of
feminine secrets, her very own milk.  He drank greedily and suckled hard.
Suckling her was sending him insane and he gave in to her dainty hand on
his butt... he thrust in, seeking her entrance.  Her puss was wet and
slippery after all the teasing rubbing of Bonalot's dick.  He groaned as he
speared her, arching back, crying out in pleasure and exultation as he felt
Zowie's warm wet pussy close tightly around his huge throbbing member. 
Zowie cried out softly as she finally got what she was wanting... relief to
her hot craving.  She needed sex a lot, and was happiest when it was coming
from Bonalot.  He began to pump inside her, slapping his big penis into her
wet, hungry hole.  He tried to go slow at first, to enjoy the sensation of
being in such a hot and incredible woman.  But it didn't last long.  He
gazed down upon her head on the pillow.  She smiled back up to him.  They
kissed and she wrapped her arms around him as he pumped her more and more
rapidly.  They made love for some time as Bonalot, while he was deep in
need, could last quite a long time.  However, this was not one of those
times.  Zowie was so gorgeous beneath him.  Her warm milk was soothing his
tummy so much, her breasts flapped against his own tummy as he lay mounting
her.  His penis twitched and began to sputter.  Bonalot couldn't hold it
anymore; he didn't want to hold it anymore.  He came deep inside Zowie,
crying out with joy and pleasure.  Zowie rubbed back against Bonalot,
pumping against him to work up to orgasm before he lost control of himself.

   "Oh yes!" she sighed as he exploded inside her, filling her with a hot
and fast injection of sperm.

   "Oh shit, holy cow, damn..." swore Bonalot as his penis emptied into
Zowie, twitching and sputtering copious amounts of sperm.  He collapsed on
top of Zowie fulfilled.

   "Oh Zowie, you are just so fantastic.  I just have to have you all the
time!" he moaned.

   "Yes, yes, I know" cooed Zowie, "But now lets get up, I have lots to do
today and so do you."

   Chapter 2: The Mad Monk

   Mart was a loner and an outcast.  He had adopted the ways of a monk,
although he really wasn't one.  He liked to live out in the forest alone,
away from everyone else, dressed in dark green robes.  Unfortunately living
alone for such a long time, and ostracizing himself from society by choice,
he had gone a bit bizarre.  He had decided it was high time to overthrow
the government of the land, to install him as leader and to rule with an
iron fist beginning a reign of terror!  At least, that's what his pet fish
told him to do.  So Mart sat in his little cave somewhere in the hills. 
For a long time he had been an occasional friend of Zowie, but when it came
clear she would never marry him - or even sleep with him, he had decided to
flee into the woods.  His mind finally snapped when he did go back into the
city to a grand celebration.  Zowie had danced with Bonalot right next to
him, totally ignoring him.  His feeble sun drenched brain finally went
around the twist.  Now he dreamed of how he might seize power, and Zowie,
for himself.

   He tried to ferment rebellion, but the common people refused to listen
to a loony in a big green robe made out of stolen curtain material.  He had
tried to voice people to obey him by poisoning the water supply - but the
'poison' he had been sold by a traveling alchemist turned out to be a mild
laxative.  He got thirty days in the dungeon for giving people the runs...
and a dose of his own 'medicine' every day thrown in for measure.  It was
torture in the princess' dungeons!  So he was sent packing to his dank and
smelly hole-in-the-ground to think up even more evil plans.  It was about
that time that the common folk had given him the sobriquet "The Mad Monk"
due to his insane ideas and even more insane wardrobe.

   Then he thought of a doozy.  He would kidnap Zowie, only returning her
when they agreed to hand power over to him!  The people loved Zowie and
Zowie loved the people (some more than others on a Saturday night), so they
would agree!  At least it made sense in his feverish brain.  So, collecting
together some odd and smelly possessions into his favorite skin-bag, he
trudged off through the forest for the big city.

   Chapter 3: Studies in Sex

   After Zowie had got rid of Bonalot, sending him on his daily way, she
quickly got cleaned up and dressed.  She wore a tight low-cut purple blouse
that was stretched to the limit over her massive hanging breasts.  The
silken sheen of the blouse moved over her bulging boobs, patterns and
shadings of light shifting and changing with her movements - and due to the
fact her fat tits shifted unstoppably under the tight material.  Zowie
loved the way the blouse played over her breasts, how it moved over her
huge and soft nipples.  But mostly, she enjoyed the effect it had on her
favorite male subjects.  Watching, and enjoying, their pent-up and
mind-bending lust was one of her favorite pastimes.  For her skit, she wore
a thick and serviceable plain flower-print skirt that billowed down to her
ankles.  Zowie and her lovers had found a loose skirt was easiest pulled up
for impromptu sex.

   Zowie hopped happily out of her chambers, a happy smile curved on her
pretty freckly face.  Her long golden honey colored hair swing about,
hanging low.  Bangs of hair occasionally fluttered over her face, needing
to be brushed away.  She hurried along the stony hallways of her palace,
decorated with everything from fine art paintings to lewd lithographs of
things illegal in most countries and in most prime material planes, to her
morning tutoring lesson.  She had employed many tutors in her castle to
teach her all the things proper rulers of fantasy realms needed to know:
languages, etiquette, and how to run a proper nation in a place where
people lived in tree houses, fought monsters, screwed each other silly, and
generally avoided things like building canals or founding billion dollar a
year corporations.

   One of her favorite tutors was Sir Karol.  He was a strange little man,
older with graying hair and enormously long eyebrows.  He was mostly a
cranky devil who liked tormenting Sir Bonalot - whom he felt was stupid -
but Karol, like most men in the land, had a major weakness for Zowie.  He
was actually a humanoid gnome type person that Zowie once met in the
forest. He loved to wear greens and blues, and always loved to wear a
horrible scowl; except when he was in the presence of Zowie, of course. 
The tale of their meeting and how Karol came to be here is a long one, and
full of lots of Zowie's favorite activity, but I shall leave it for another
day.

   "Good morning, Sir Karol!" said Zowie cheerfully as she entered the
small chamber where she liked to hold her lessons.  The room was small and
sumptuously decorated, with a huge couch and several comfy chairs. 
Bookshelves ringed the room, full of lore and learning.

   "Ziggi Za, Zowie!" giggled Karol in one of the languages she was
supposed to be learning.  He had gone to pieces the first moment he laid
eyes on her and now regarded her with open lust.  "Shall we begin with the
passive subjunctive of the Excravian verb 'eshgora'?"

   "Yes, Sir Karol" said Zowie meekly, smiling at him brightly.  She sat on
the couch, smoothing out her long and thick skirt.  Karol sat beside her,
right next to her.  He at first sat with some space between them, but soon
was brushing against her on the couch.

   "Now go through the present subjunctive forms" panted Karol breathlessly
as he brushed against the princess on the thick plush couch.  His dick
began to plump up almost at once.

   "Eshgoro, eshgora, eshgori..." began to chant Zowie sweetly, looking in
her Excravian textbook.  Sir Karol stared shamelessly down her front. 
Being short, he barely came up to her shoulder and it game him a great
viewpoint of her massive breasts.  The curving swellings of her fat and
enormous tits hung low and heavy, brushing against her own lap and jutting
off proudly, defying gravity.  The bulge in Sir Karol's trousers was
unmistakable.

   "Oh dear Sir!  Are you ok?" cooed Zowie, looking over at Sir Karol's
lap. She moved a dainty hand over into his lap and slid it up his thigh
lightly.  Karol jumped in reflex.  His breathing began to be haggard and he
sat still, regarding Zowie lustfully.

   "Oh poor Sir Karol!" cooed Zowie again, putting down her book.  She
circled around, gracefully moving off the couch and getting down on her
knees.  She leaned forward and buried her face in Karol's crotch.  He let
out a moan of pleasure.

   "Zowie!  Princess!" he cried as his head flopped back.  He sat still,
his arms on the back of the couch, just enjoying the sensations of having
his perfectly beautiful princess nuzzling his lap.  Zowie continued to
nuzzle into his lap, against his raging hard-on, through his pants.  She
pulled back for a moment smiling, reaching up to undo his pants.

   "Oh Zowie..." groaned Sir Karol, glancing down to watch the lovely
overendowed princess peeling open his pants and seeking his large dick.

   "Oh, Sir Karol!" she cooed as she found his swollen member, "You are a
little gnome guy, but you have such a huge thing!" Zowie regarded the huge
fleshy male member in her dainty hand.  Although it wasn't as long as
Bonalot, it was thick and sturdy.  She opened his pants and slowly pulled
them down Karol's legs.  He moved and squirmed on the couch, helping Zowie
remove his pants.  His hips thrust forward involuntarily in spasmodic
movements, as he was getting so hot from having his young princess
stripping him.  His dick throbbed and twitched.  Zowie smiled and leaned
forward as she removed his pants, allowing the helmet-like cock-head to rub
against her cheeks.

   Finally his pants were off.  Zowie placed a dainty hand under his balls
and began to massage lightly and playfully.  Karol cried out in pleasure,
leaning back again.

   "Such big balls!" growled Zowie "I like my knights to have big balls."
Karol only panted, alternating between looking down at the perfect beauty
at his penis and leaning back to enjoy her touch.  Zowie's other hand began
to play along the thick length of Karol's cock.  She stroked it lightly,
cooing at it as if it were a separate creature she was trying to charm. 
She kissed it gently, kissing the top of Karol's swollen member.  Softly
and sensuously, she kissed down the sides of his hard-on, nuzzling and
kissing softly, systematically.  Karol grunted and groaned in pleasure as
she began to get her wet mouth on his needful penis.

   Zowie pulled back for a moment and reached into her blouse.  She pulled
out her right breast and laid it over her blouse.  Karol panted and watched
as her big mammary flopped down over her shirt.  One big tit covered, the
other fleshy ivory breast exposed.  It was so plump and so clear of
blemishes.  Karol stared at the fleshy pink nipple.  But before he could do
anything about her exposing a massive breast to him, Zowie had fallen back
on his thick spear.  His penis was hard and erect, rising off his waist
like a tower.  Zowie opened her mouth and closed her eyes.  She hovered for
a moment before taking it in her.  Karol almost felt it looked like she was
saying grace before starting a meal, but he tried to chase such blasphemous
thoughts from his mind.  It was already full of enough lust for a girl
young enough to be his granddaughter.

   Karol cried out again as Zowie lowered herself on his hard needful dick.
Zowie moaned for Karol as her tongue began to flutter and slide over the
swollen underside of the thick shaft.  Zowie suckled lightly on the tip,
then took it all in.  She alternated between taking his entire rod in her
mouth and just suckling at the tip.  She also licked up and down it,
licking it gently and then in long strokes.  Zowie's oral technique was
amazing and Karol found himself staring in disbelief as his gorgeous
huge-breasted princess continued to slurp and suckle on his massive dick.
Karol was getting the blowjob of his life.  Zowie glanced up at him
frequently and smiled, her movements were becoming more and more energetic.
Her head rose and fell, her humungous exposed breast shifted back and forth
like the massive bag of soft love flesh it was.  Karol tried reaching down
to touch it from time to tome but he could only just get the upper half of
her chest.  Zowie lifted up her breast while she licked his dick and placed
it in his hand.  Karol moaned as he began to squeeze and play with her
fleshy breast.

   "Oh yes, yes!  YES!" screamed Karol as he lunged his hips forward.  His
hand clamped into the fleshy breast.  Zowie did her best to ignore the
discomfort in her sensitive zeppelin-size boob, making a mental note not to
offer Karol her breast in future, at least, not before he came.  Karol
pumped his hips madly, his dick moved in and out of Zowie's mouth like a
sewing machine.  He came screaming, dumping his load into Zowie's waiting
mouth.  She swallowed greedily, closing her lips around his pumping cock
tightly.  She rode his cock while he continued to cum, pumping out gouts
and streams of cum.  At last, Karol collapsed back on the couch, panting
and spent.

   "Mmm, so, shall we continue the lesson?" cooed Zowie sweetly, sitting
back on the couch next to him.

   "Yes, Princess Zowie" said Karol dreamily.  She sat back on the couch,
leaving her right breast exposed, flowing over her chest, the shape of a
massive fattened raindrop.  Things continued uneventfully for the rest of
the hour of boring and dry grammar.  At the end of the lesson, Zowie rose
to go, replacing her fat breast into her tight blouse.  Karol flew up and
grabbed her, pulling up her skirt and mauling her massive unbelievably soft
bosom.

   "Now, now, Karol, there's always tomorrow!" cooed Zowie, not resisting
his manhandling too much.

   "I need to have you, now!" groaned Karol.

   "Well, so do most men all the time." Said Zowie with an air of
imperiousness.  She softened a bit.

   "Now I have things to do.  But I promise you'll get more, Sir Karol.  I
like you, you're one of my favorites.  But you must be patient!" She cooed
and kissed Karol on the lips as she broke out of his feverish embrace.

   "Yes Princess" sighted Karol, gathering his things and leaving the room.
Zowie definitely believed in always leaving them hungry.

   Chapter 4: Sky and the Monk

   Mart traveled alongside the main road into the City.  He tried to avoid
most people since, after his 'poison' incident, he wasn't very welcome to
most people around the outskirts of the main settlement.  In fact, he got
chased through Pelsnor Fields, narrowly escaping being mauled by a farmer's
huge set of dogs, and then getting dung flung at him by some young teens in
a buckboard.  Finally, he was at the outskirts of the City.  He had been
traveling alongside a dusty dry track that suddenly became paved with
cobblestones and shouldered by a wide sidewalk like length of paving.  Oil
lamps were strung along every so often and the buildings became more dense
and packed together.  His goal was a known hangout of the princess and her
knights in this area of the town; a run down inn owned by an equally run
down and cynical woman known only as Sky.  It was at the corner of two
streets that met at oblique angles, meaning that the inn itself was very
narrow and triangular in shape.  It was also three stories high, the only
three story high structure in this area.  It still wasn't easy to spot due
to the fact that now there was a solid line of buildings along the streets.
There were shops, houses, and workshops, all full of people going left and
right.

   Although Mart may not have been known in these parts for his antisocial
antics, he still got plenty of looks.  He was a tall and wizened man, old
beyond his years.  His face was chiseled and not what you could call
attractive.  He had gone prematurely white, so the shock of messy hair on
his head was snowy and shone in the sun.  Plus he was wearing long green
robes of heavy material - very similar to what was hanging in the windows
of many of the shops and houses.  At one point, a mocking couple blew him a
catcall as he crossed the street.  He made a mental note of them so he
could take his revenge when the revolution was over.

   Finally he arrived at Sky's Inn, a descriptive if not original name.  He
went in to the main area where he found not too many people sitting around
for this time of day; it was late afternoon.  Mart spied Sky behind the
counter - she was working the front herself with two or three buxom lasses
aiding her.  Sky was an older woman, probably in her mid thirties.  It was
apparent by her long jet-black curly hair, huge brown eyes, round hips, and
large breasts that she had once been quite the looker.  But many years of
cares and worries, plus cutting a life for herself here in her inn had not
been kind to her.  She now had many wrinkles and wore far too much makeup.
She had fought back with determination but she wore a tight dress that was
far too small for her - her body rebelled against the fabric, showing rolls
of flesh through the tight material.

   Mart stared at her and admired her body.  He found her attractive and he
especially liked the way her dress was cut so low that he could have seen
her belly button if her hanging breasts hadn't been bulging in the way. 
Sky noticed his intense stare; she got a lot of them from local farmers who
didn't see too many women wandering around their farms.

   "Yeah, what'll it be?" she barked, glancing at him icily.

   "Ale." Mart barked back, trying to sound tough.

   "Hmmm" observed Sky, giving him a very careful look-over.  "Just don't
vomit it over my counter, I just cleaned it.  Your little tummy gets
queasy, run for the door, it's just over there."

   Mart stared intently at her as he sipped his Ale.  Sky went about her
business behind the counter, seemingly nonplussed.  Her buxom assistants
though gave Mart some very unfriendly glances and threw some worried ones
toward Sky.  Maybe it was because his eyes were jet black under his mop of
white hair.  Maybe it was the way he was following her every move.  Maybe
it was just because they thought he was ugly.

   At last Sky glanced over her shoulder.  She sighed.

   "Hey, wait a moment and follow me." She whispered to Mart.  Then she
walked into her back room, removing her apron.  Mart waited a moment and
then glanced around.  As it was mostly empty in there, no one was around.
And the people that were there didn't seem to notice.  Mart got up quickly
and walked into the back room.  He found Sky in a small storeroom in which
there was a threadbare beat up cot.

   "So, tell me, why are you staring at me so much?" sighed Sky.

   "I wasn't staring at you." Said Mart flatly.

   "Well, in that case, you can turn around and leave the way you came."
Said Sky, turning her back to Mart.  Mart came closer and began to breath
heavy near her neck.

   "Ok, then, maybe I was looking." He said.  Sky spun around and cupped
her ample bosom in her hands.

   "Hmm, and you'd like some of this, right?" she said pointedly.

   "Yeah." Said Mart, reaching out for her fleshy bosom.

   "Hey, hey, not so fast." Said Sky.  "You want to play, you've got to
pay."

   "Huh?" murmured Mart quizzically.  He looked up into Sky's deep black
eyes, noticing some rather extensive crows feet under the thick makeup.

   "I mean, I'll give you want you want, but you don't get it for free,
take my drift yet, my drifter friend?" said Sky.

   "All I've got is twenty credits." Lied Mart.

   "That's a lie.  But I'll take it all the same.  I guess the notoriety of
screwing the Mad Monk will have to make up for it." Said Sky, still in a
flat businesslike tone.  Mart blanched a bit at the nom-de-plume the normal
people had given him, but his need for Sky was burning hotter and hotter
with each passing moment.

   Mart handed her the money and begin stripping off his robes.  His
flaccid penis had been getting more and more healthy as it became clear he
was going to get to have sex with Sky.  He was erect now, and his dick
sailed out of his robes in full view.  Sky glanced down at it.

   "Well, they say its personality that counts." She smirked as she began
to undo the drawstrings on the front of her blouse.

   "Let me do that!" growled Mart.  His hands were trembling as they closed
on her fleshy bosom.  He slipped a hand into her cleavage and began to
fondle her breasts with his hand.  Sky moved his hands away and untied her
bodice, opening her blouse, exposing her heavy sagging breasts.  They
sagged low with age but Mart found them very attractive.  Mart dove forward
and began to kiss and lick her bosoms, pressing his face into the warm tit
flesh.  Sky continued to strip off her dress, pushing it up and over her
shoulders.  It fell to the floor with a plop.  Mart looked up and grabbed
her powerfully around the waist, maneuvering her toward the small cot.

   "Wait a minute, hang on!" cried out Sky, taking out a strange length of
what seemed to be a sausage stuffer sealed off at one end.

   "What the heck is that?" asked Mart.

   "Just a little something I made out of intestine to put over your little
job down there.  I'm not going to have your baby, after all." Replied Sky
firmly.

   "I'm not putting that over my dick!" cried out Mart as he climbed up on
top of her.

   "Fine then, I'll just scream my head off so my girls call the watch, two
of them were in the booth by the window if you didn't notice, and then
you'll get a very good time in the dungeons for trying to ravish me!  And
might I add that my establishment is Sir Bonalot's very favorite..."

   "Ok!  Ok!" groaned Mart, "This is freaking bizarre!" He said as he took
the length of intestine and wrapped it tightly over his penis.

   "Leave space at the end, it isn't unbreakable!" warned Sky.

   Mart then mounted Sky, sliding his covered dick into her waiting pussy.
She grunted as he pushed in and pushed back against him, as he looked down
at her.  He began to lick her neck and then he lifted up a hand and grabbed
a handful of her breast.  He panted as he moved inside her rapidly.  His
thrusts became more and more staccato and rapid.  By this time, Sky's pussy
was really getting moist and hot; she was actually starting to enjoy Mart's
rather unremarkable penis spearing in and out of her.  Mart groaned,
slamming his body down into Sky, moving up and down wildly.  He grabbed her
tight around the waist, squeezing her madly.  Snoring and bellowing, his
cock emptied itself into the intestine wrapped around it.  Mart groaned
into Sky's neck hotly as his twitching penis calmed down and began to go
flaccid once more.  Sky was surprised at his enormous wild burst of
activity at the end.  She had had an orgasm from listening to his bellowing
screams as he came.

   "He'd be a pretty darn good lover if he learned not to jump right inside
right off the bat" thought Sky.

   Mart got up and began to put on his robes again.  Sky lay there for a
moment thinking.

   "Hey Monk" said Sky.

   "Yah." Said Mart meekly.

   "Here, catch." She threw the small bag of monies back at him.  "Keep
your money.  But don't get any stupid ideas, alright?" Mart stared at her
for a moment and then a rare smile played out over his haggard and craggily
face.

   "Well, if you say so.  Do you often give out freebies?" sneered Mart.  A
cloud of rage passed over Sky's face for a moment.  She didn't sell herself
at all; she just wanted sex and also wanted to give Mart a hard time for
being bizarre.

   "Not to assholes." She barked, "So watch yourself." She said, now
dressed again.  She stormed off to her kitchen.  "You can show yourself the
way out!" she bellowed.  Mart's sneer melted on his face, as he looked
downcast.  He had done it again.

   "If only I could keep my big mouth shut!" he barked, at no one in
particular.

   Chapter 5: Dirty Deals and Dirty Deeds

   Unbeknownst to Mart, up on the highest level of the inn, two figures met
in a shady bedroom.  One was a willowy and mysterious beauty with huge dark
eyes, armed and armored with leather gear.  The other was a mysterious man
in black.  He would have been very familiar to Mart, and perhaps to most
other people, had he been in brought daylight though.

   "So, it is agreed" said the man.  "You take Zowie from the city today
for the Emperor's son, and we make no fuss.  In return, he backs me in
becoming the crown prince of this realm?"

   "Yes, " replied the woman in a softly hissing voice, "He was most upset
that Zowie turned down his most generous proposal of marriage on behalf of
his young son.  Such a union was greatly desired by the Empire." By the
Empire, the two referred to a large continent spanning empire bordering
Zowie's land.  Mostly harmless, the Empire tended to butt into its
neighbor's affairs on a regular basis.  Occasionally they did more, but
only when they were ruled by a particularly antisocial Emperor or Empress.

   "You help the people to accept this 'voluntary' union, and we will help
the people accept your 'voluntary' accession to the throne."

   The man crept forward.  The woman was a beautiful agent; thin, willowy,
curvy, and with tons of long silken jet-black hair.  Although most of it
was up in a bun, the amount that draped down from the bun still reached her
hips.  Her eyes were big and deep, a pair of bottomless pits of dark brown.
Her face was round but gorgeous.  Her skin was very pale, almost a strange
ghostlike pale, but it helped to contrast her coalblack hair and dark eyes.

   "You know, you are an agent in a foreign land.  Perhaps I should just
turn you in with this preposterous plot" sneered the man, cupping the elfin
pixie-like face of the beautiful woman in his hand.  She kept eye contact
with him, knowing what he was after.

   "Well, perhaps I can keep you from doing that." She said softly and
flatly, unbuttoning her blouse slowly.  The man began to strip off his
clothing rapidly while the woman undressed.  He grabbed her firmly, licking
her neck and kissing her face.  His hands grasped her ample breasts that
jutted off her chest like proud hills wanting to be mountains.  She moaned
for him and nuzzled her face against him.  He continued licking her neck,
her shoulders, going down to her breasts.  Taking in as much of her pink
nipple as possible he began to suck noisily at her right tit.

   "Mmm, well, this is better than the princesses rack, I guess" growled
the woman.

   He maneuvered her to the bed and lay her down.  He licked her thighs and
nuzzled into the soft downy brown fur covering her pussy.  He kissed his
way up her willowy and curvy body, caressing her full hips and small waist
as he went.  His hands found her lovely round mounds on her chest and begin
to massage them.  He also began to tease her pussy with long strokes
through her fur with his enormously erect cock.

   "Mmm, give me that monster!" moaned the woman, driving him on.

   He continued to rub his cock against her pussy and suckled her breasts
wildly, wishing she had milk as well.  The woman's breathing was coming in
quick sharp gasps by now as he continued to tease and maul her silky body.
She arched her back on the bed, rubbing up against him, but the mystery man
would not be hurried.  His twitching cock was used to taking its time.  He
continued to lick the sidewalls of her pert breasts, licking into her
cleavage, playing with her tits.  He pushed them together and played with
them as if they were toys.  The woman lay squirming on the bed, stroking
his back with her fingernails.

   She was caught off-guard when he suddenly thrust his mighty member deep
inside her wet and waiting pussy.  She cried out and groaned as he began to
slowly move inside her.  He put it in all the way, pushing it inside her as
far as he could, then slowly withdraw it.  He took it almost all the way
out, tormenting her.  She bucked up against him, trying to get it back
inside her, her hands grasped at his butt to try to get him to go back
down. This went on for many minutes as he slowly speared her, sliding his
dick into her ever so slowly, then slowly withdrawing it.  The constant
slow grinding of his cock in her wet pussy was driving the spy woman mad.
She groaned and cried out for more, willing him to give her release from
this slow and constant penetration.

   He began to speed up slowly, looking down at her, kissing her pretty
round face.  Her large round globelike breasts were mashed between them,
rubbing against his chest as he slowly moved up and down on top of her. 
She let out a constant whine of excitement by now.  She couldn't believe
how long he was lasting; she was loosing track of the amount of time she
was spending underneath this traitorous servant of Princess Zowie.

   "Ohhhhhhhhh!" she cried, folding her legs wide apart and pulling them
upwards toward her.  If he didn't finish soon, she would miss the chance to
catch Zowie.  This traitor had sent her a message to meet him at Sky's Inn
at 3pm before dinner, and it was just after noon when she met with him and
ended up having sex.  She began to run over the plan in her head again and
got so wrapped up in them that she didn't notice the man quicken his pace.
He was grunting and panting heavily as he began to pump her into the
mattress.  He slammed down on her, grunting and groaning, spearing her with
his huge cock.  Suddenly, slamming forward with such force she moved along
the sheets, he came deep inside her.  It seemed like buckets of cum shot
forth in her; she could feel the slap of the ejaculation as it filled her
innermost pussy with warm cream.

   "Oh yah!" groaned the man.  He continued to pump inside her until his
monstrous cock stopped twitching.  He lay upon her for a while, softly
caressing her breasts and nuzzling her neck.

   "Its almost three, you'd better get to work" he said in a low
conspiratorial whisper as he climbed off of her.  He quickly dressed and
walked out.  As he descended to the inn level, hoping off the lower steps.
He spun and turned in his tracks.  Mart was still there, drinking his ale
and trying not to show how much it was irritating his stomach.  Mart looked
up at the man and recognized him immediately.  It was Sir Bonalot.

   Chapter 6: Sir Crows Gets Taken Advantage Of

   Zowie was getting ready to go to Sky's Inn to meet Sir Bonalot.  He
often liked to have sex in the inn, usually thinking up some sick fantasy.
She wondered what weird sickness he had thought up today.  Once he had a
group of women dressed up as giant chickens descend upon her to carry her
off to help 'repopulate' their world.  You can guess who the head rooster
was... complete with really bad makeup job.  Zowie giggled to herself as
she bathed in her expansive huge tub.  She soaped up her body, spending
plenty of time washing her massive hanging breasts which floated, bobbing
in the water, like unsinkable leviathans.  She slowly scrubbed up her
sides, her stomach, and sighed with pleasure as she began to wash her furry
snatch, thinking of the delicious sex fantasies that awaited her at Sky's
Inn.

   She dried off and dressed quickly, bounding down to the main hall
happily.  She could see Sir Crows standing by the large massive oaken
doors, milling by the small guardroom located nearby.  Sir Crows was
another of her tutors, a tall lanky man with a balding head.  He was
animated and very kindly.  His sweetness bordered on shyness, something
that really turned the princess on.  But she certainly didn't have him
living in her castle to guard doors.  She smiled and walked swiftly right
up to him.

   "Sir Crows, what are you doing here?" she inquired with a mock
fierceness.  Sir Crows have a start and turned, staring right at her
enormous breasts, fighting for release under her tight purple blouse.

   "I, uh... well... Sgt.  Fleagle needed to go to the little soldier's
room.  But, um..." stammered Sir Crows.

   "Yes?" murmured Zowie smiling, staring sideways at him.

   "That was about half an hour ago." Sir Crows whispered.  Zowie sighed.
She could think of any number of things Sgt.  Fleagle might be up to, and
she knew there were plenty of young pretty servants in the castle to be
doing it with.

   "Oh poor Sir Crows!" Zowie exclaimed, "Well, when I see him again, he
will learn to wait until he's off duty and not to take advantage of your
kindness!" Sir Crows blushed.  Zowie continued,

   "Imagine making you guard doors!  Well, I'll wait right here, I have
plenty of time before my next appointment." Zowie huffed and stood still,
looking around tiredly.  Sir Crows kept looking up and down her body, he
could feel his lust stirring, and his male member was beginning to twitch
happily, trying to point out to him that it wanted the princess.  Sir Crows
cleared his throat.

   "Princess..."

   "Yes, Sir Crows?" replied Zowie without looking around.  She smiled a
tiny smile; she enjoyed the painful ways the good Sir Crows tried to
control his lust for her luscious and voluptuous body.

   "I was just thinking, if I'm to be a guard here, I better guard.  Now,
there's lots of smuggling going on and things.  Lots of it about." Sir
Crows throat was nearly dry by now as he stammered on, almost making no
sense.  "So, you see, I better, um, make sure you aren't trying to get away
with anything."

   Zowie laughed.

   "I'm me!  What are you talking about?"

   "Well, How can I be sure you're you?  You could be an imposter!  I think
I'd better search you." Panted Sir Crows, blushing red as a beet.  Zowie
couldn't stifle herself and giggled out loud.

   "Maybe you could be on to something!" purred Zowie.  Zowie walked into
the little guardroom, closely followed by Sir Crows.  She closed the door
and drew the curtains over the single little window looking out to the
courtyard.  The guardroom had a sturdy desk, some tables, a basic little
stove for heating food and hot drinks, and an old but comfy sofa.  Sir
Crows came up behind Zowie and began to pat her down slowly, running his
hands up and down her back.  Zowie exhaled and moaned as he continued to
massage her body.

   Crows' feverish hands ran over her butt and back up to her small waist.
He breathed hot and heavy on the back of her neck.

   "Anything there?" said Zowie coyly.

   "Yeah" groaned Crows, hot and bothered.  He turned her around and
extended his trembling hands toward her enormous bosom.  He began to
lightly run his hands up and over her titanic breasts, feeling their
softness and warmth through the tight fabric of her blouse.  There was
plenty of space to hide something in there, but Crows verified that it was
simply acres and acres of soft, warm, pliable breast flesh.

   Zowie leaned forward and kissed Crows on the lips, he kissed her back.
He grasped her tightly, giving in to his burgeoning lust.  He squeezed her
to him, wrapping his large arms around the small of her back.

   "Uh, not too hard, sweetie!" cooed Zowie.

   "I'm sorry Zowie, its just that..." began Crows, but Zowie clamped her
mouth to his, seeking his tongue with hers.  Crows' hands began to dive
under the bottom of her blouse.

   "Strip search?" giggled Zowie.  Crows nodded his head and pulled the
blouse up and over her head.  Her humongous breasts bobbled and shook as
they were freed.  Crows stared in disbelief at the size of the wobbly tits.
He ran a hand along the outsides of one, rubbing softly and in small
circles.  Zowie reached up and began to undress the horny knight.  Crows'
drooling mouth attacked Zowie's massive breasts.  He began to lick down the
middle of them, reaching up to press the soft and delicious tit-flesh to
the sides of his face.  Zowie had managed to undo his trousers by now and
they fell to the ground with a plop, weighed down by his belt and supply
pouches.  His large dick bobbled out, happy to be free, jumping rapidly and
pointing at the princess.  Crows had found her left nipple and was suckling
greedily on it.  Warm milk flowed from the overabundant boob, filling his
tummy.  He sucked and suckled for some time, and then he backed Zowie up to
the desk in the room.  Zowie sat up on the desk while Crows pulled up her
skirt bunching it up around her waist.  Her downy furry golden-brown pussy
was exposed and glistened with moisture in the half-light.

   Crows again crushed Zowie to him, practically lifting her off the desk
as his needful dick sought out her wet and moist furry bush.  Zowie groaned
and melted against her muscular and shy knight.  Crows wasn't very shy at
the moment; however, and squeezed her with all his might as he licked and
kissed her neck and face.  Zowie reached down between them and took Crows'
large healthy dick in her hands.  She led it to her pussy softly and began
to rub the cock-head against her wet sloppy puss.  Crows began to hump
against her, pushing his member slowly past her pussy lips and into her
waiting hot insides.  They groaned in unison as penetration was made. 
Zowie pulled away from Crows slightly, panting lightly and smiling brightly
at him.  Crows kept looking up and down the gorgeous princess sitting on
the desk, joined to him by his mighty cock.  His hands went down from her
tiny waist to her round healthy butt.  Crows squeezed her butt and began to
pump himself inside her sloppy wet bush.  He could feel the wetness of her
inside.  She was so wet, his dick slopped and sloshed.  He almost thought
he could feel her juices trickling out, down his cock and to his lust
inflated balls.

   The desk was creaking loudly under the force of the two lovemaking
bodies.  Crows pumped in and out of Zowie's wet pussy rapidly, groaning and
moaning in passion for the voluptuous and gorgeous princess.  Zowie was
panting as well, enjoying the hot passionate lovemaking from one of her
favorites.  Crows hips pistoned into Zowie, in and out, in and out,
slapping between her spread legs.  Zowie stretched her legs out and brought
them up so her feet rested on the desk.  She now was up on the table,
spread eagle on her butt, while Crows grabbed hotly to her hips and pulled
her back onto him.  Zowie lay back on the table, her massive breasts
slopping and flopping around on her chest from the force of Crows' pounding
of her pussy.  The massive boobs flopped up and down obscenely, waving and
shaking from the slamming her mound was receiving.  Crows looked down at
her as he humped her madly.  Her head was turned to one side and her eyes
were closed in blissful pleasure.  Crows groaned and leaned down on top of
her, going faster and faster in her pussy.  Finally, a low moan began to
escape his throat.  It built up as his speed built up until finally he was
growling madly, smashing into Zowie like mad.  Zowie looked up at him
panting, she reached up for him and pulled his head down to her chest,
burying his face in her wildly flapping enormous breasts.

   "Oh Zowie!" bawled out Crows as his hips jerked spasmodically up and
down over Zowie.  His cock emptied itself in her over wet pussy.  Great
gouts of cum filled into her as Crows continued to jerk in hot spasms of
animal mating.  He lay totally spent on top of Zowie while she stroked his
head softly.  Finally, Zowie moved the lovesick Crows off her gently and
they began to dress.  Suddenly, while they were just getting their buttons
fastened, the door flew open.  It was a grizzled tough looking blond man
with a neck the thickness of an oak tree.  "Why, Sgt.  Fleagle!" cried
Zowie, "How nice of you to go to work!" He eyed Crows and her intently. 
They were still sweaty and Crows still wore a look of absolute starry-eyed
bliss.  "As you can see, I felt like rewarding my loyal guards today.  I'm
so sorry you missed it.  Better luck next time!" mocked Zowie as she walked
past the befuddled sergeant who wore a look of absolute frustration on his
face.  "Yah, I'll cover for you anytime, Fleagle!  Everything go well in
the lavatory?" mocked Crows, winking at the sergeant as he walked out.

   Chapter 7: Mart To The Rescue

   Mart's head was growing more and more woozy as he tried to sip through
his ale.  Unfortunately he wasn't much of a drinker at all, any alcohol
went right to his head, ricocheted to his stomach and came right back out.
This particular very strong black ale was ahead of schedule as well.  Mart
tried burping himself, patting himself on his chest.  Finally, the
movements from below were coming with a regularity that was too fast to be
ignored.  A foul taste pushed up to his stomach: bile and undigested brown
ale.  He lurched for the door and ran as fast as he could.  He could hear
the giggling of one of Sky's buxom servant wenches behind him, but it
mattered not to him right now.  He ran around the back of the shop, down a
dark alley, and began woofing his cheap ale back into the alley pools from
which it probably came.

   As Mart wretched out his stomach, he could hear indistinct voices from a
window above.  He was roughly outside the storage room where he had his
little encounter with Sky.

   "What is that?" said a voice.

   "Just some drunk retching in the alley.  Happens all the time." Replied
a tough female voice that Mart could identify as Sky.  She continued,

   "So, Luni, what's on today's agenda?"

   "Oh, I'm supposed to kidnap the princess and take her to the young
prince Mooki so he can have his way with her." She replied calmly, as if
she was reporting yesterday's weather.

   "Really, is that all?  Well, I guess if Bonalot wants that sort of thing
to happen, it isn't too much trouble to oblige." Replied Sky.  Mart
listened with growing interest.  He crept closer to the window.

   "Yah."

   "You getting paid in the usual manner?"

   "Of course, jobs like these are simple.  I best get going.  Thanks for
the meal, dear.  I love your stew!  Sorry, I couldn't finish it all.  You
make too much!"

   "You're welcome!  I'll just throw what you couldn't finish out this
window.  Rats have to eat too you know!" chuckled Sky.  The stew slopped
out the window right on top of Mart.  Luckily, it was cool, so all that was
hurt was his pride as he ran off, sputtering and wiping himself.  "So! 
Someone else is going to kidnap the Princess!" thought Mart.  "A change of
plans is in order.  Perhaps if I save her, I'll get some sort of reward!"
Mart laughed low and chuckled.  He knew what reward he wanted, and it was
much softer than gold.

   Mart crept around the front of the Inn just in time to watch Luni leave
and begin walking up the road a bit.  She was indeed the pale willowy
beauty that Sir Bonalot had been enjoying in one of Sky's bedrooms.  She
was wearing a shirt and pants with leather armor open over it.  She had a
sword at her side and a long knife strapped to one foot.  It would be a
tricky deal for the Mad Monk to attack from the front, so he thought of how
he could ambush the ambusher.  Mart followed her at a distance, noticing
her dodge into a side alley.  Mart got into a doorway nearby, as he saw
none other than Princess Zowie come walking down the street.  Catcalls from
the windows heralded her approach.

   Mart watched from his hidden spot just beyond the alley where Luni was
hiding.  He felt down and found a large piece of board left in the doorway.
Hefting it up, he prepared for his dramatic rescue.  Zowie was smiling
broadly, happily bounding along as if she owned the place, which she did.
When she got by the alley, Luni darted out and grabbed an arm.  Pulling her
swiftly into the alley, Luni and Zowie vanished.  Mart rushed out and ran
into the alley.

   "What is this!" chirped Zowie as Luni lead her along.

   "You'll see!  You've been promised to Mooki and soon you'll be his, body
and soul!" said Luni ominously.  Mart crept up behind her and whacked Luni
over the head with the board.  Luni stumbled a bit, but almost instantly
caught herself.  Bending over, she wiped her dagger out and swung around
with it extended.  Only by jumping back rapidly did Mart avoid being sliced
like a fish.  Mart screamed and charged.  He head butted Luni on her
baldric, badly banging his head on a metal stud but flinging Luni back
against the wall.  Luni staggered a bit, finding her feet quickly, but her
assailant and the princess were gone!

   "What the heck is going on!" screeched Zowie as Mart pushed her along.
She was starting to have doubts that this was part of Bonalot's fantasy
plan.

   "I'm saving you!" cried Mart as he ran along, pulling Zowie by the arm.
"I overheard Luni talking to the innkeeper Sky!" They ran along through the
back alleys, slipping through puddles, tipping over garbage cans and
upsetting alley cats.

   "What?" cried Zowie.

   "I overheard Luni and the innkeeper Sky.  It was a plot!  Aren't you
glad I came along?" barked Mart.  At that instant, Bonalot came tearing
around the far end of the alley they just entered.

   "What the hell is going on?  Who attacked Lady Luni?" he bellowed in
rage.

   Mart blanched.

   "Lady Luni?" he mumbled.  Zowie had got a good glimpse at her 'rescuer
by now as they had stopped running.

   "Mart?" she screeched.  "What are you doing down from the hills?  Let me
go!" she continued.  Mart spun around, ready to lead the princess down the
alley the other way.  But suddenly, a blur spun into position in front of
him.  Somersaulting and with weapons drawn, Luni landing in front of him.
Her silver long sword was raised high above her head, a look of deadly
determination on her otherwise lovely but serious face.

   "You'll never get away with this!" cried Mart as they creped closer,
weapons drawn.  Zowie pulled herself away and ran behind Bonalot.

   "You idiot!" bellowed Bonalot as he took hold of the scruff of Mart's
neck and hefted him in the air.  "We were not seriously plotting.  And hey,
aren't you The Mad Monk Mart?"

   "I suppose you made up Prince Mooki as well!" spat back Mart in his
face.

   "Yes I did!  He was going to be me!" laughed Bonalot.  He dropped Mart
on the ground in a pile.  Luni was standing nearby, sword still drawn and
outraged.

   "Can I have him?" she screamed, brandishing her deadly looking dagger in
his face.

   "No, no, no." chimed in Zowie quickly.  "Bring him along back to the
palace."

   Chapter 8: Mart In Prison

   Mart was brought back to the castle and thrown into a dungeon cell.  He
sat there for some time, thinking of the day's events.  He wasn't thinking
too highly of himself, bad luck seemed to follow him everywhere.  Suddenly
the cell door opened and two strong guards escorted Princess Zowie into the
room.

   "Hi Mart!" she chirped happily.

   "Hi" he replied morosely.

   "Oh, no, still feeling sorry for yourself?"

   "Oh no, there's so much to see in do in this dark dank dungeon." Zowie
laughed.

   "At least you don't get the laxative this time.  Now.  I'm here to talk
to you." She motioned for the guards to wait outside.  Mart got a little
hopeful at this.  He'd be alone with her!  He noticed she was wearing her
usual low cut royal-purple blouse and long lightweight skirts.  He couldn't
help but look at the awesome mounds of huge perfectly shaped breast flesh
hanging perfectly off her chest.  Rounded, symmetrical, hanging but not
saggy, bulging firmly and proudly off her chest, they were beyond
description.

   "So, Mart, I guess you really did think you were saving me today?" she
asked.

   "Yes!" volunteered Mart.  But Zowie looked at him sideways with her
bright hazel eyes.  A pleasant yet firm smile stuck on her face, pushing
her freckly cheekbones up to make them even more attractive.

   "Really?  You just happened to be in the neighborhood and just happened
to find me in 'distress?'" Asked Zowie once again.  Mart exhaled a great
sigh.

   "No, not really.  I was up to one of my usual plans to get to have my
way with you, of course!" mumbled Mart with shocking truthfulness.  Zowie's
eyes bulged for a second but then a look of merriment and amusement came
over her face.

   "Such honesty!  Well, I have decided to do something to keep you from
being a nuisance for good!" cried out Zowie.  Suddenly, Bonalot and Luni
walked in, weapons drawn.  Mart was shocked and agape, fearing the worse!
Zowie suddenly grabbed the sword from Sir Bonalot.

   "Kneel there, Mart the Mad Monk!" she commanded.  Mart looked around. 
Luni was walking near him, bloodlust in her eye.  He wondered how long she
held a grudge.  Mart knelt down, trembling a bit.  He was most afraid of
the fact that Zowie might be too weak to kill him in one blow and he'd
suffer a slow agonizing death with hideous open wounds.  Zowie swung her
sword, bringing it down to his neck.

   "Mart the Mad Monk, I knight thee a Knight Errant!" She cried, tapping
him on the shoulders.  "You are to begin training as a junior servant of
mine.  Perhaps, by serving me, you will stay out of trouble.  And know that
by serving me, loyal swords are always nearby to quickly and permanently
end your menace." Zowie held the sword lightly in both her hands.

   "Arise Sir Mart the Mad Monk.  Sir Bonalot and Lady Luni will begin your
instruction after they show you to your chambers." Zowie spun around and
left after kissing Bonalot and Luni lightly on the cheeks.  Sir Bonalot and
Luni gathered around Mart, smiling wickedly.

   "Would it help if I said it was a huge misunderstanding and I'm very
sorry?" said Mart to Luni.  Luni said nothing but looked upon him with her
huge gorgeous dark brown eyes.  She finally put her weapon away and nodded.


   "Follow us, Sir Mart.  And run in place the whole way!" laughed Sir
Balonalot as they lead him off into the castle.

   Chapter 9: Night Pleasures With Zowie



   Later that night, Bonalot was with Zowie in her great chambers, getting
ready for bed.  The dying fire in her fireplace filled the room with a warm
glowing half-light.  The lovers were near Zowie's bed as Balonalot begun
stripping off her blouse slowly, pulling it over her head.  Zowie smiled
and looked lovingly on him.  They didn't say a word as they began to touch
each other, removing their clothing.  Bonalot's hands gripped Zowie's heavy
hanging swinging breasts in his hands.  Her soft tit-flesh oozed between
his fingers.  He tried to take as much of each breast as he could in each
hand, but there was far too much and he barely got a soft side swelling
breast-wall in his grip.

   Zowie's breath began to increase to match pace with Bonalot's open
panting.  His cock was raging for her and he was far over ready to plunge
into her moist furry pussy depths.

   Zowie lay back on her huge soft bed, Bonalot quickly moving on top of
her.  Her long golden-brown hair flew all around like a great carpet on top
of the bed.  Bonalot's mouth went to a huge soft pink nipple atop one of
her massive loaf-like boobs and began to suckle.

   "Oh Bonalot, yes.  I'm so full of milk.  I haven't been suckled in
hours!" Moaned Zowie.  Both naked by now, Bonalot was suckling hard at her
nipple, making smacking and slurping noises as he tried to suckle as fast
and as deep as he could.  Her warm soothing milk flowed down his throat as
he swallowed greedily.  Zowie reached down to try to grasp the tip of
Bonalot's purple dick that bobbed and throbbed in heat.  Suddenly, Bonalot
reared up and turned Zowie over swiftly, sending her massive breasts
flopping all around in the half-light.

   "Oh!" cooed Zowie, quickly getting up on all fours.  Bonalot grunted and
panted as he moved to get begin Zowie, his hands firmly on her round and
well-curved buttocks.  He grasped her butt-cheeks firmly as his waist began
to thrust, moving the head of his huge hard spear against her big perfect
butt.  Zowie grunted and moved her hips with Bonalot, squatting down her
legs trying to help him do whatever he was going to with her.  Her massive
breasts filled the space between her chest and the bed, wiggling and
jiggling erotically with their movements.

   Bonalot's long and thick dick finally found what he was looking for, the
wet and furry entrance to Zowie's sweet pussy.  He grasped her hips and
grunted, pushing himself inside her, pulling her body back against him. 
Zowie moaned and whined as he took her from behind, mating her like an
animal in heat.  Bonalot's hands massaged and gripped Zowie's butt and tiny
waist as he began to slap himself against her, moving his big needful dick
in and out of her sloppy wet pussy.  He leaned over her, kissing her back,
licking her shoulders, sending thrills of excitement through the Princess.
Zowie lay her head down into the soft bed and whimpered softly,
half-panting, half-grunting with each thrust Bonalot pounded in to her.

   So it continued in the half-light for some time.  Bonalot was mounting
Zowie from behind, mating her, claiming her for his own with his big dick.
He wrapped his arms around her to grasp at her massive hanging boobs.  They
were so huge they didn't even rub against the bed as they sloshed up and
down.  They rested fully on the bed, mushrooming out like the massive super
soft pillows of love-flesh that they were.  Bonalot began to speed up his
pace, the soft smacking sounds of their two bodies colliding filling the
large chamber.  They were covered in sweat by now; Zowie's back was thick
with saliva from the drooling and licking Bonalot above her.

   As Bonalot began to speed up in earnest, Zowie rose up off the bed.  She
arched her back backwards, lifting her head in the air moaning.  Bonalot
flopped on her, grasping and gripping her waist.  His legs moved and
squirmed wildly, trying to push his thrusting hips into her body with all
his might.  His hips were thrusting into her spasmodically and rapidly, out
of all control.  Bonalot began to groan and yell softly in one keening note
as his dick was building up to ejaculation.  Finally, bellowing out and
squeezing the stuffing out of Zowie, he came, filling her wet puss with
jets and fountains of sperm-filled cum.  He kept thrusting into her; making
sure every last drop was delivered.  Finally, the lovers collapsed on the
bed.  Bonalot kissed and licked Zowie softly.  Finally she rolled over and
took hold of his penis, quickly going flaccid with fatigue by now.  She
petted it softly, cooing at it as if it were her pet.

   Chapter 10: Mart's First Raid

   Mart collapsed in his bed as well, but only from fatigue.  He had been
put to the test, running around the castle, doing exercises, painting
rooms, taking out the garbage, and too many other things he could remember.
It seemed a knight's training in Zowie's country consisted of doing all the
jobs everyone else didn't want to.  Even the cook, a plump but gorgeous and
shapely blond woman named Gretta had been ordering him around.  But he
found out later she ordered everyone around if they were in her kitchens,
even Bonalot, so it didn't bother him after awhile.

   "Speaking of the kitchens, I could do with a snack!" thought Mart. 
Summoning up his strength, he snuck down to the big kitchens behind the
great hall of the castle.  He was sure there should be some bread or meat
left over from the previous day.  As he clamored around nosily, he didn't
hear the figure walk up from behind him until she bellowed out in her
strongly tough accent.

   "So!  You dare to come and steal vrom my kitchens!" She bellowed.  Mart
spun around to see Gretta, her long golden blond hair pulled back severely
but still flowing in a great ponytail down her back.

   "Speaking of the devil!" mumbled Mart.  He coughed and sputtered.  "I'm
sorry, Gretta..."

   "Gretta Ma'am!" bellowed out Gretta in her thick accent.  "You is in
training sonny, or haf you forgot dat?"

   "Yes Ma'am!  I mean, no ma'am.  I mean I couldn't sleep.  And so."

   "Und so you are thinking a little bit of my food will be putting you to
sleep?" she cooed softer.

   "Yes!" said Mart hopefully.

   "So, you say my food is no good for the energy, it puts peoples to
sleep!" she snapped back.  She was most definitely having fun tormenting
poor Mart.  Gretta moved up to Mart, looking him up and down in the
half-light.  He was kind of skinny, and his hair had turned shock-white
prematurely of course.  But he was a knight, or would be if he could keep
out of trouble.

   "Well..." she growled.  "Perhaps, I can help you feel sleepy." Gretta
was wearing a huge nightgown, more like a huge overcoat or trench coat of
thick blue material.  She cracked it open.  Mart looked down to see a pair
of big healthy breasts with massive brownish nipples lying heavy over a
healthy stomach.  Her waist pinched in and then flared out over a big waist
and large fleshy butt.  Mart swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.  Her face
was round and somewhat ruddy, her eyes a bright sky blue.  She wore no
makeup at any time, so she didn't look any different late at night.

   "Hmm.  You are liking what you are seeing?" purred Gretta, brushing
against Mart.  Mart said nothing but simply grabbed the plump beauty before
him.  He began to mash his lips against hers, kissing her wildly.  His
hands grasped her large hanging breasts and hefted them up, mauling them.
He also took time to grasp her big soft butt and crush it against him.  Her
nightgown, barely hanging on to her shoulders, fell on the floor.  Mart
fumbled with her hair but Gretta simply took out one pin and shook her
head. Her straight flaxen hair fell over her back and shoulders all the way
down to her waist.

   Mart was in a loose nightshirt and he pulled it rapidly over his head.
His cock was pointing straight up at Gretta.  She moved a hand down and
held it.  They kissed some more.  Gretta gathered up their clothing on the
ground suddenly.

   "Come mitt me." She said in a low passion filled voice.

   The pair went back to Gretta's rooms behind the kitchens.  She had them
decorated in a cluttered and country style with plenty of furnishings,
rugs, coverings and other bits of brick-a-bract all over the place.  They
arrived at her little double bed and fell upon it, rolling around in
passion.  Mart grasped and kissed the healthy plump woman and she gripped
him even more hard in return.  Mart moved down to lick and suckle Gretta's
breasts, especially her large fleshy nipples.  Finally, Gretta rolled on
her back and opened her legs wide, looking at Mart in passion.  Her
sky-blue eyes were blazing.  Her golden hair was thrown all around and Mart
could see an equally golden pussy waiting between her legs.

   Mart practically yelped with excitement as he threw himself on top of
the voluptuous rubenesque woman.  He thrust quickly with his big hard dick
to find her waiting golden puss.

   "Now, now, slow down, Sir Mart.  There ist no reason for der Blitzkrieg.
We haf all night!" Panted Gretta.  Mart managed to slow himself down and
slid slowly into her waiting insides.  He sloshed into her full and
expansive pussy, ever so slowly spearing into her.  She was wet and ready
from all the foreplay and groaned deeply as he pushed inside her.  Mart lay
there for a second, looking down at the curvy full-bodied beauty beneath
him.  He just tried not to move and enjoy making love to a woman and being
inside her.  He whimpered.  His dick was throbbing practically out of
control.

   "Easy now!" cooed Gretta.  Mart's hips began thrusting.  He couldn't
help himself.  His back arched back and he whined.

   "I can't..." cried Mart as he lost control.  His dick exploded inside
Gretta, shooting spout after spout of cum deep inside her fleshy body. 
Mart groaned and looked down at her, ready for some cutting comment.

   "Ach!  Das ist hokay, poor baby." Cooed Gretta.  She pulled him down on
top of her and put her arms around him, stroking the back of his head. 
"Gretta makes many men loose ability to control!  You lie still and we try
again soon." She kissed him softly and continued, "I train you too, you
know!  I train you to last long in bed."

   Mart lay on the soft warm Gretta, caressing and feeling her big sloshy
breasts and soft bulging belly beneath his body.  He licked her neck and
snowy white ears.  As he nuzzled into her flaxen hair he thought,

   "Maybe this deal won't be so bad after all!"

   THE END

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