Message-ID: <40961asstr$1045743005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20030219222520.17073.qmail@web14911.mail.yahoo.com> From: Simplex X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2003 14:25:20 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Princess Zowie and the Purple Giant _Unfinished_ x-asstr-message-id-hack: 40961 Date: Thu, 20 Feb 2003 07:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, IceAltar This is a second emailing since the format in the first one got all screwed up! __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Shopping - Send Flowers for Valentine's Day http://shopping.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "Princess Zowie and the Purple Giant _Unfinished_.txt" begin> Hot Faerie Tales No.2 Princess Zowie and the Purple Giant (UNFINISHED) M/F, reluc, nc, lactation By Simplex (comments to: simplex992000@yahoo.com) Legal Crud: THIS STORY IS PROTECTED UNDER THE LAWS OF COPYRIGHT. ANY REPRODUCTIONS, ALTERATIONS, AND/OR SALES WITHOUT THE WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED. =========NOTE============ I began to write this story soon after my last one way back in June 2002. Unfortunatley (or fortunatley, however you put it), I got a new job at a local university at that time. So, between my new job and all my other activities, I had little to no time for further stories about the hyper-volumptious Zowie and her horny friends. Since then, I've had this story sitting on my harddrive taking up space. I finally decided to release it in an unfinished state, just so others might enjoy it. I may or may not finish this story someday and write others. I have almost no time between my job, my girlfriend, and a boxload of computer games I love to play. I'd love to write more, I think about sex story ideas all the time. But I just don't have the time I used to before I found my current full-time job. Maybe I'll get to write again someday. Anyway, enough of this crap you say! Where are the naughties?!? Read on gentle reader, read on!!! =========END OF NOTE===== It was a hot sunny day in the Western Forest within the dominions of the Princess Zowie. The sun beat down through the branches, heating everything up, drying up the undergrowth. Through the undergrowth picked a young peasant woman, her breasts hanging down in her loose dress, swaying as she gathered branches for fuel. Her long skirts trailed on the ground, brushing along. Suddenly, there was a sound. A snorting and sniffling sort of sound. The woman looked up and around her. She brushed her unkempt brown hair from out of her clear but hard-worked face. She looked up and blinked her light brown eyes in the sun. But she saw nothing through the trees. From a vantage point through the trees watched a huge figure. He stood maybe ten to twelve feet high. Muscular, he probably weighed easily five hundred pounds. Reasonably humanoid, he had a huge pudgy face and wore only a gathering of cloth around his waist. "D'uh, um... Girl!" he growled to himself. A giant erection began to build up under his cloth and he ran forth toward the peasant girl. "Oh ye gods!" screamed the young woman and she tried to run. "Um, You are a girl! I no hurt you!" screamed the giant. He easily caught up with her. "I want pretty girl!" gurgled the giant, laughing. He had her in his arms and was roughly pulling at her clothing. "You girl!" he kept bellowing as he stripped her, ripping her dress off her like unpeeling a banana. The girl screamed and screamed but no one seemed to be around in the thick forest to hear. The giant was laughing stupidly by now as he had her naked. He stared at her nudity as he held her tight. "Be still and no hurt will come." He laughed suddenly. "Only I will cum!" he bellowed, laughing fully at his own joke. "Let me go! No, don't hurt me!" screamed the young woman over and over again. "A-hee hee!" laughed the giant as he pulled down at the clothing around his waist, exposing his great purple giant penis. It must have been as long as a long sword. Thick as a tree branch and two feet long if it was an inch. "Oh my gods, don't!" wailed the woman, thrashing madly. The Giant held her up. He knew that the enormous penis he had was far too large for the human woman, and he knew that his full weight could easily crush the woman to death. Her death wasn't what he was after. He began to rub his penis against her crotch, between her legs. The woman moaned and wailed, expecting at any moment for him to try to enter her with that monster and kill her. But he just kept rubbing it along her crotch. He rubbed it up to her chest, sliding it along her large hanging breasts. The tip of the enormous pole pushed against her face as he slid it. The giant grunted with pleasure, giggling like a fool. "Oh, good girl, good girl!" he groaned in lust. The woman lay still and whimpering, wondering what was to be her fate as he began to get really worked up. Suddenly, with a enormous bellow and groan, he came all over her. Huge lumps of giant cum gushed out all over the poor woman, covering her in thick sticky slime. "Hah! Hoh!" barked the giant. "See, girl, Noobi like girl. He just want sex." He got up and replaced his clothing around his waist. His penis flopped down, no longer erect but not really noticeably smaller. Noobi the Purple Giant ran off into the woods. The woman lay for a moment, glad she wasn't killed and relieved he went before doing further damage. But suddenly she realized she had been spewed all over by a giant, and got up running for the village, screaming and shrieking. Once she got there, the village elders were truly concerned. She was the third victim of the Purple Giant that week. They decided to send for help to the Princess Zowie's castle. Mart woke up in his small room in the castle. He just had a wooden box bed and a chest of drawers. It was spartanly decorated; he hadn't collected a lot of booty or bric- a-brac yet to fill his room with. Off to one corner was a small indoor water closet, horrible smelly thing. At least he didn't have to clean it out, although at least it did empty into the castle moat eventually. His windows faced the setting sun and were very Spartan monastic style windows as well. All in all, one could tell he was only a Zowie Knight In Training, which meant he had to do any nasty job no one else wanted to do, such as chase after meandering herds of cattle, look for lost sheep and maybe save a cat from a tree if he was very lucky. As he began to get up out of his bed and stagger for his water bowl, none other than Sara, one of the second floor maids came in. She had a very beautiful face and long extremely curly bright red hair. Her eyes were livid green and seemed always drooped down to make her look sad. However, her mouth was most often curved into a permanent cheerful smile. As for her body, she had been often called plump, although most of the 'fat' seemed to be in great places. Her breasts were large and round, fighting against her restrictive maid's outfit like huge proud round hills. Her butt was round and full, and her waist pinched in to give her a scrumptious hourglass figure. "Good morning, Sir Mart!" chirped Sara as she began to scurry around the room. Mart was only half awake yet but was able to admire Sara's curvy body. "Good morning, Sara, do you have fresh water for me?" "Oh yes, Sir Mart!" Mart watched her go about her duties, refilling the water bowl and gathering his dirty linens. He walked up behind her and began to put his hands lightly around her tight waist. "Now, Sir Mart, what are you doing?" she chirped happily, blushing as he began to feel her soft waist. "I was just making sure I wasn't dreaming that such a gorgeous woman came into my room and started cleaning my things!" growled Mart. Sara rolled her eyes and giggled. "I haven't heard that one before, Sir Mart! It's the silliest I've heard." Giggled Sara. She turned toward him and looked at him with her sad looking green eyes. Her smile was bright and sunny however. Mart couldn't resist leaning over and kissing her. Their mouths met hotly and they kissed each other's lips, mashing their mouths together for a time. "I appreciate your attention, Sir Mart, but I'm just a maid. You should be chasing after some grand lady." Cooed Sara. "But Sara, you're so hot! Don't you get a lot of attention?" growled Mart, mashing her body to him, feeling her sizeable breasts mashing against his chest. "Not since I had my baby. That's what happened last time I did this instead of doing my job." Cooed Sara as she leaned against Mart. Mart's hands began to roam up her back and down over her butt. Sara undid her uniform dress and then slid if off her shoulders. Her dress fell with a plop, revealing her generous large breasts, topped with bright pink nipples. Her skin was a bright pink and was smooth and perfect. Mart's mouth went dry from suddenly having Sara disrobe in front of him. He reached for her swollen breasts. They had been enlarged from having a child but they were probably already big. Mart shot to her right nipple and sucked it in. A trickle of delicate milk shot into his mouth. "Oh, gods, you still have milk!" groaned Mart as he began to suckle earnestly from her hanging breast. Sara put her hands on the back of his head and gazed down at him lovingly as he suckled her. She smiled and whimpered hotly. Sara reached down to help Mart remove his nightshirt. He still had his prematurely white hair although his training had begun to fill out his once scrawny body. He now had some muscle on him although he was still quite skinny. Sara bent over Mart has he continued to attack her breasts. He went from one to the other, pushing his face into their large softness, suckling at her nipples. Sara groaned softly as he continued to draw in as much of her nipple as he could, suckling hard. They were both naked by now. Mart was sitting on the edge of the bed while Sara stood over him, dangling her milky breasts near his face. Sara pushed Mart back on the bed and climbed up on top of him. Mart looked up into her beautiful face, gazing into her bright green eyes. Sara's hips undulated as she searched for Mart's up-risen penis. His pole stuck up like a spear, long and thick. She rubbed it along through her deep red pussy hair, making Mart groan and grab her waist insistently. He tried to pull her down on top of him. She put a hand down and guided his stiff hard rod to her pussy opening and slowly she impaled herself on his long lengthy member. "Oh, yes!" she groaned out loud, moaning and groaning as she took in more and more of his cock. Mart's hands shot to her breasts, squeezing them roughly and playing with them. They were so soft and squishy. They seemed to be filled with warm honey as his hands mashed them. Sara arched back, her curly red hair cascading down her back and over her shoulders down her front. She reached up and brushed all her hair over her front so it fell down over Mart. Then she let Mart pull her down on top of him. Mart's hips began to buck up into her, slapping his penis into her hot red haired pussy. His body slapped against hers as he piston into her hotly and strongly. "Oh Mart, I love this." Moaned Sara. "Can we do this every morning?" she cooed into his ear as she moved on top of him. Mart was grabbing her butt, squeezing her butt cheeks. His hands stroked up and down Sara's back, pushing her into him, moving her up and down on his ardent and needful dick. Mart grunted and groaned, his face buried deep in Sara's thick luxurious red curls. Faster and faster, Mart moved Sara on top of him. Their grunts and groans of pleasure began to merge into one low keening cry of passion. Sara arched back, her breasts and hair flailing back and forth over Mart wildly. Mart grasped her waist firmly, squeezing for all he was worth. His teeth were gritted, locked in heat and lust as he drove his engorged spear-like dick deep inside Sara's hot wet steamy pussy. The sound of slapping and moaning filled the room. Finally, Mart bucked up against Sara, sending her bouncing up and down even more rapidly. He groaned and arched backwards, lifting Sara even more off the bed. He came inside her, filling her with creamy spunk. "Oh yes, gods yes!" he barked. Sara whined and wailed, reaching down to finger her clit and help herself to an orgasm. She cooed and whined a scream as she leaned over Mart, her finger rapidly rubbing her pussy and clit. Mart gazed up at her, one hand resting on her butt, the other seeking out a plump hanging breast. He reared up and lifted the breast to his mouth to suckle her. "Oh Mart, Mart! I'm going to..." gasped Sara, her hand a blur in her bright red pussy fur. She rubbed against Mart rapidly. Suddenly, she yelped and cried out a loud yelping scream. Sara collapsed against Mart only to feel his cock twitch with renewed vigor. "Hey, that was great!" growled Mart as he squeezed Sara to him. "Uh-huh!" agreed Sara. "Lets do it again!" she groaned. Mart rolled her over and got between her spread legs. His dick was already pointing at her furry red-haired pussy. He mounted her and they made love again. After that they did it again. Mart and Sara turned out to be able to turn each other on instantly. Finally, Mart realized he was late for breakfast and his meeting with Bonalot and Luni for training. "Luckily, I just have to clean up the rest of the rooms in this wing!" chirped Sara happily, dressing again after their marathon lovemaking session. "And you're the only one living in it!" She laughed. "Have you seen my duster?" The perfect Princess Zowie sat on her throne in her small but finely decorated throne room. She was wearing a gold and white dress that clung tightly over her unbelievably shaped body. Her massive breasts seemed to float off her chest and over her impossibly thin waist. Her hips flared out to a wide and gorgeous round bottom. Her gorgeous freckly face surveyed her fine tapestries and gold adornments as supplicants came in to her presence begging for this, that and the other thing. She smiled happily at them, her thick golden honey-brown hair cascading in luxurious waves down her neck and shoulders. Most of them just wanted to see her in person, to just say they had seen her with their own eyes and not just as some cheap watercolor rip-off of one of her personal portraits. Such things were sold in the streets for three copper credits apiece by some hucksters! By her side stood her muscle-bound, brave, but a bit arrogant Knight-Captain and primary lover Bonalot. He eyed her supplicants suspiciously, waiting for one of the men to snap and lunge for the princess. No one really did, but he was very jealous. Finally, a group of dusty and haggard men came in to her throne room and threw themselves to the floor at her dainty feet. "Oh, mighty Princess, ruler of everything and anything!" they cried. "Yes?" said Zowie simply, brushing a golden brush through her thick wavy hair. "We have a problem in the Western Forest!" one of them piped! They eyed her with undisguised lust but managed not to drool too much. "What's your problem this time?" sighed Zowie tiredly. "Don't tell me your choice for May Queen is hopelessly deadlocked between two myself-want-to-bees and you need me to pick one of the two?" "Well, yes, but there is yet another more pressing problem!" cried out the most elderly of the trio, putting his hands together in a begging motion. "Well, spit it out!" said Zowie, sitting tiredly and bored in her chair. This whole supplicant business was one of the least enjoyable jobs she had to do as Princess. But as her daddy always told her: 'the supplicants you deny to see today will be the daggers you see tomorrow at your neck. So just listen to what the little peasants have to whine about to make 'em happy.' "A giant!" cried out the youngest of the trio, a young man of maybe twenty summers. "A giant what?" asked Zowie. "A giant Giant!" he replied. Bonalot reached for his sword because the peasant dared to snap at the Princess but Zowie put a delicate perfect hand on his wrist and nodded a tiny nod at him. "Ok, a giant Giant. What's the giant doing?" "He's ravishing our maidens! Our womenfolk! He's gross!" burst out the middle of the trio. Zowie opened her mouth to ask a question but was cut off by the quick- talking trio. "He calls himself Noobi. He doesn't seem to be very intelligent but he's very keen on finding women on their own and then... he does it all over them!" burst out the eldest. Bonalot started to take an interest in the case. "Have you not tried to trap him and dispatch him? Certainly the Western Forest can gather a big enough force to do that?" Bonalot asked. "He's cunning and crafty!" babbled the young one. "I thought you said he was stupid?" asked Zowie. "Well, he seems stupid, but he just melts away and..." The trio started to babble among themselves, correcting each other; trying to find out what to say next to cover up what must seem as their own ineptitude. "Ok, ok, quiet down. I'll send someone to the Western Forest to check it out." Said Zowie tiredly. "I find it hard to believe that a Giant would want to ravish a human woman, the size difference and all, but we'll see what's going on. He's probably insane." "He has no brain!" screeched the young traveler. The trio stood staring lustfully at the Princess after delivering their message. The youngest one even unconsciously touched his crotch while staring at her huge massive raindrop shaped breasts bursting through her tight white-gold gown. Zowie sighed again. "Ok, you may go!" Zowie rubbed her eyes. "Bony, close the door. I've had enough for this morning." She continued, using her pet name for Sir Bonalot. Sir Bonalot closed the door, announcing to the waiting supplicants gathered in the Great Hall that the Princess would see them later. "A most strange case." Said Bonalot as he came to stand beside Zowie. "Yeah. Say, what's Mart up to these days?" "Sleeping with as many of the working staff as he can get his sticky hands on." Laughed Bonalot, rubbing Zowie's shoulders. Zowie smiled. "Why do all the new knights feel they have to work their way through the servant girls?" she giggled. Bonalot shrugged and blushed. He knew he had once done the same thing. "So, you want to send Mart off to the Western Forest to see about this Giant?" "Yeah. We've been razzing him for weeks now, making him clean stables and mop up after garbage cart spills. Do you think he's ready to be permanent?" "I guess. He complains up a storm about the crap Luni and I put him through in his 'training', but he's not rebelled in a long time." Replied Bonalot. "Ok. This Giant problem is his final quest. Let him know that if he solves it, he's in." Sir Bonalot started to turn around when suddenly; Zowie rubbed his butt from her chair. "Did I say you were dismissed, Mister?" she growled. Bonalot smirked and turned around. Her dainty hand began to rub his crotch through his trousers. Bonalot's dick responded almost immediately and began to swell up huge and hard. Zowie's hand continued to snake over his hardening crotch while Bonalot ran his hands through Zowie's thick hair and reached down to caress her super-soft enormously large breasts. "Oh, Zowie!" groaned Bonalot as she began to open his trousers and let them drop to the floor. They plopped on the ground. Bonalot was standing next to Zowie who was still seated in her throne. Her head was turned sideways to survey Bonalot's thick and hard member. It was throbbing and plump, pointed at her like a huge pole of hard hot flesh. Zowie's pink tongue darted out and licked the cock-head of his dick quickly as her hand slid up and down the hard rigid surface of his penis. Bonalot groaned and watched as his gorgeously perfect Princess worked on his dick. She cooed as she kissed his dick all along one side, up to the tip and then down the opposite side. Her dainty hands began to fondle and touch his big hanging balls. She cupped the two hairy balls in her hand as she continued to lick and kiss all along the sides of Bonalot's dick. Her other hand held it up and she licked all along the sensitive and swollen underside. Bonalot groaned in satisfaction as she continued her skilled and passionate attention on his hard penis. Zowie ran her tongue over her lips to get them good and wet and looked into Bonalot's face. She wanted to let him watch her suck him off. She opened her mouth just slightly to tease and excite Balonalot and came very close to his cock. Zowie breathed on him, and then blew on him with her hot breath. She stuck her tongue out again and reached for his big dick, teasing him. Bonalot groaned and watched in passion as Zowie expertly made love to his lust-filled aching cock. She made sure her delicate tongue was dripping wet. Zowie began at the bottom of his shaft and licked upwards, slowly. She turned her head sideways to pretend to take a bite of him, gently setting her teeth into the hardened flesh of his big dick. She wet him again with her tongue and used her hand to spread her spit around, making Bonalot's dick super slick. Zowie's left hand, meanwhile, began massaging Bonalot's big balls, scratching them lightly with her fingernails. She reached behind and underneath them to get to that ever-so-sensitive area just before his anus, running her fingers expertly over his asshole very lightly. Bonalot's cock jumped in reaction and he groaned as the Princess' hands worked over his balls and anal regions, teasing and touching. Her wet mouth fastened to his cock, suckling and nursing at it. Zowie kept his hard cock inside her slick wet mouth, slowly increasing the speed of her action on Bonalot's cock. Her head began bobbing up and down on his dick. The slurping and suckling sounds filled the chamber. Bonalot moaned in pleasure as Zowie cooed up at him, looking into his eyes with her big hazel lovely eyes. She didn't want to go too fast and kept the pace slow, keeping eye contact with Bonalot. He kept gazing down at her, lost in passion, sweaty, moaning, running his hands through her acres of thick golden-brown hair. Bonalot began to moan quicker and his balls began to tighten. Zowie's expert attention to his balls and penis were bringing him close to cumming. All of a sudden, Bonalot arched backwards, his face to the ceiling. He came in Zowie's mouth with a cry of passion. The princess kept suckling his cock as hard as she could as he came. She gulped down the generous loads of cum she felt slapping against the back of her throat as his ejaculation shot squirt after squirt of sperm into her wet hot mouth. Bonalot looked down at Zowie as his penis began to go flaccid. Zowie kept suckling and licking it, licking it clean of his juices. She kept licking up his stomach. Standing, she licked up his body, opening his shirt to lick his nipples. Finally Bonalot and the Princess kissed. Bonalot squeezed her gorgeous body to him tightly for several long minutes. He squeezed so hard Zowie could hardly breathe. "Oh, Bonalot, Dear." Groaned Zowie in his ear at last. "Time to go round up Mart for that mission. Then come back. I'll be ready for another break from all these frisky supplicants by then." She giggled, blushed and smiled at him as Bonalot did up his trousers and left the room, glancing back at Zowie longingly. Meanwhile, in the Western Forest, there was yet another crisis. The May Festival was fast approaching and that meant they needed to choose a May Queen. May Queen's main pre-requisite was beauty, as is the case in such things. However, as is also often the case, politics comes into play. For most of the past ten years, the May Queen was had been the wife of the Western Forest Mayor, Miximatosis. He had been the eldest of the trio who just met with the Princess Zowie. His wife's name was Velvet. For years she had been quite the beauty, with long luxurious raven black hair having shiny, almost purplish highlights. She had very ample plump breasts and a clean smooth skin tanned with the sun of the coming summer. She had broad and gorgeously proportioned hips and a thin waist. However, ravishing as she was, she no longer was the great beauty she had been. At first, she did win the May Queen contest pretty much fairly - just the odd sexual favor to the judges behind her husband's back was all. But in recent years, it was just her status as Miximatosus' wife that had got her the crown. With a mean, competitive, and spiteful nature, she had made sure of her dominance by that power too. This year was proving different though. Her husband was well respected but now much older than when she first married him. People were openly speaking of "putting Ole Mixy to pasture" after many years of good service. People were also openly speaking of getting rid of his irritating and snotty wife and having someone new, anyone new in fact, as the May Queen. And worse yet (for Velvet) was that this year she had a new and very hot competitor. Pia was a local farmer's daughter. She had just got out of puberty and was nineteen years old. And puberty had been very generous to her. Before, she had been lanky, even gawky. Her hair had been a bright sandy blond but seemed always filled with mud or weeds. She had been quite the tomboy. But things had changed, and how. Her breasts had ballooned, big and full. They had become firm and solid huge raindrop shaped masses of gorgeous tit-flesh hanging off her healthy frame. Her skin had become less ruddy, giving way to a milky pink complexion with scattered freckles on her upper breasts and shoulders. Her waist remained right where it had been when she was a lanky girl - tiny and skinny. But her hips and butt had flared out curving and glorious, ending in perfectly sculpted legs. Even old men who once remembered the lanky tom-girl of years gone by were doing double takes full of lust when Pia came running by these days. It didn't take long for the men-folk to put her up for becoming this year's May Queen. And it didn't take long for the women-folk to support her nomination because of that bossy hussy Velvet. Velvet sat in the Mayor's Office - actually no more than a tiny three room building full of papers, files, and dusty old collectables - surrounded by old shop fronts and houses. She was jealously waiting for her husband to come home from visiting the Princess and fuming. As these were her two favorite things to do, she was having a good time. "How dare they!" she bellowed to no one in particular. "How dare they! After everything I've done for them, for this town, for this forest!" Velvet shook a piece of paper in her hand. It was an official announcement of the vote for May Queen coming in two days. It had a small picture of hers - only about six years out of date and faded - and a glorious huge painting of Pia in a pink silk dress and a pink hat with long light blue tassels. Her ample beauties were plain to see under the tight clothing. Word on the street was that Pia would win by a landslide. Even worse, there were jokes in the pub that everyone so loved Pia; even old crabby Velvet was going to vote for her. Velvet smacked the table in rage and bellowed "How Dare They!" again. In doing so, she upset a stack of notices. One slid out with a somewhat lumpy picture of a purple giant. "WANTED. FOR GROSSNESS AND INDECENCY AND RAVASHING OUR MAIDENS!" the sign began. "NOOBI THE GIANT! REWARD, ONE HUNDRED GOLD CREDITS" "Hmm" went Velvet as she regarded the notice. "I wonder. What would happen if this evil creature was to savage a certain farmer's daughter. Or maybe even carry off for his own sickness and supper?" Velvet's evil idea was quickly building in her mind. She began to tear around the office, finding a small key. She then moved the desk and lifted up a board. Under the board was a lock-box that she opened with the key. Inside the box were a large number of golden credits. Velvet began to scoop some of the money in the pocket of her large skirt. "Everyone loves gold! Especially when they don't have to do anything to get it!" she cackled to herself. She took the notice about Noobi and rushed off into the city. Velvet made her way toward the forest. She was determined to find Noobi and somehow pay him off to do her bidding. She had no idea how to find him but was sure she'd come up with some plan. She arrived at the edge of the town and began to go further into the forest. She was making for some meadow clearings where some of Noobi's assaults had occurred. It took some time for Velvet to storm out that far, and by that time she was starting to have second thoughts about the whole adventure. "Maybe those girls just made Noobi up" grunted Velvet, "Maybe they were fooling around and made up the Noobi story to cover their butts." Velvet heard some rushing in the undergrowth but it was hard to see far in the thick forest. She began to get a bit frightened and rushed along the trail. At last, she lost all her nerve and spun around, hoping to make a dash for home. She looked behind her nervously and didn't see what she bumped into until she bumped into it. "Duh! Um. Girl!" cried out Noobi, as startled as Velvet was. Velvet screamed but tried to regain her composure. Noobi looked her over as he began to paw at her. She still was a very attractive woman and his fingers began squishing and playing with her large droopy breasts. "Wait Noobi! My name is Velvet!" she grunted out, trying to get out of Noobi's excited hands. "Huh! Um, hi Girl Velvet! My name is Noobi," bellowed the giant as he began to pull at her dress. "No, wait! I want to make a deal with you!" Noobi ripped her bodice open, exposing her massive boobs that hung down free and jiggly. He groaned in appreciation and lifted her up. He opened his giant mouth and began to suckle on her huge hanging tit, taking the whole big thing in his mouth. "Oh, Girl has nice big boobs, Noobi like that! You best girl Noobi find so far!" "Wait a minute you stupid giant!" grunted Velvet. "Hey, now, be nice to Noobi, girl, or, um. I do something, huh?" "Put me down!" "No, Noobi like girl. Noobi think, he take girl and keep her for a while. Then Noobi bring you home." Replied Noobi, straining and stressing under the effort of such a long speech. Noobi hefted Velvet under his arm like a baguette of bread and marched off into the forest. Velvet's gold fell out of her ripped and torn dress and scattered on the ground while she wailed, flailing uselessly against Noobi's trunk-like upper arm. "Let me go! We can make a deal!" the screamed! "Um, Noobi like Girl! That's Noobi's deal." Was all the dumb giant could intone constantly in reply. Sir Mart and Lady Luni had been on patrol all morning. They were walking around town keeping the peace, although not a lot was going on. Luni was wearing her tight low-cut brown bodice that bunched up her large beautiful breasts and rough brown leather trousers. She stood around idly gazing at Mart with her huge dark eyes. Her hip length silky black hair hung down over her shoulders and swayed softly in the wind. "Not much going on today." Grumbled Mart, sitting bored on a sidewalk. Luni nodded in agreement and sat down next to him. Some time had past since they had first met and Mart had clubbed Luni over the head with a board - thinking she was trying to kidnap the Princess. Luni forgave Mart soon after and began to hang out with him when they were on duty. Mart didn't notice that Luni started to take all her shifts with him, arranging it with Sir Bonalot. They would just saunter along, talking about this, that or the other thing. Suddenly, a messenger in red caught up with them, panting and out of breath. "You two are to go back to HQ immediately! Sir Bonalot has an urgent job for you two!" "Uh, huh. Some horse poop on the intersection right outside the castle again?" grumbled Mart. Luni lightly smacked him on the back of the head. "We're on our way." She said smartly and professionally. However, as they got up to go, they heard a disturbance. Coarse laughter and sounds were coming from an alley. Mart and Luni looked at each other and flew into action, running into the alley with weapons drawn. Their polished silver long swords glinted in the light of the shaded alley. Suddenly, they saw a group of men approaching a young woman. She was nude and on all fours, moaning and groaning softly. Her butt was hiked high in the air as she softly waved it back in forth-in front of the men. There was a hat near her feet that had a little sign on it saying simply "donations to the cause." The girl was willowy and sylphlike. Her skin was like Luni's, pale white and looking soft and downy. Luni gritted her teeth when she saw it. The men saw the pair of knights and began to panic. "We didn't do nothing'!" one of them screamed. "Yeah!" barked another, "We just came out of the tavern down the road and found this girl like this!" Mart suddenly noticed that the girl had a very elfin face for a reason. Her eyes were huge. Her hair was up in a bun so he could see that her ears were pointed. "Get out of here!" bellowed Luni, suddenly in a rage. "What's going on here?" said Mart. The obviously hot and horny young girl offering herself doggy-style to passerbies was exciting him. After all, he was only human. Luni stormed over to the girl and grabbed her. She screamed at her in some language and pulled her up. The girl snapped out of her ecstatic heat and began to stammer. Luni had her put her clothes back on and had her walk in front of them back to the castle. "What was going on back there?" asked Mart. "She's an elf. She's supposed to be in heat only for her mate. No one in an alley is supposed to mate her properly like that." Barked out Luni, directing it at the girl. "Oh yeah." Whispered Mart, knowing of the labyrinthine rules and regulations that elves had. "She's a wanton. I must turn her in to the Elven Council" "Oh come on, she wasn't actually doing anything!" joked Mart. "I mean, five minutes later and we could have shared in her takings!" "Shut up!" cried out Luni, spinning on Mart. "You just don't understand. I wouldn't have cared if she was fucking each and every one of them human-style. Or whatever style you wished. Although I'd probably have to kill you, if I had caught you screwing her silly..." Mart did a double take when she said this. He just supposed that he wasn't supposed to be screwing girls silly on duty. Luni continued, "But the mating position for elves is sacred! It should only be done with one that one has taken for a mate." Finished Luni pompously. "Oh, you mean doggie-style! I guess I'll never catch on." barked out Mart with a grin. Luni shot him a heavy look. "No, you haven't caught on, have you." Said Luni silently. And she added, even more silently, and in her own language, "Humans!" After they had locked up the whining girl and Luni had sent a message to the elves, they began to climb up the stairs from the dungeons to go back to headquarters. "I must say though, there's nothing like elven women. I'm still excited from seeing that" groaned Mart mischievously. "I'm not going to have you lusting after elves when you are on patrol with me." Said Luni softly, looking at the floor as they walked along. "Well, I mean..." began Mart but before he could finish, Luni pushed him into a dark recess. "Here, let me help to keep you sane and honest." She said softly as she knelt before Mart. Luni's hands began to softly caress Mart's aching crotch. Mart was shocked. The sylphlike gorgeous Lady Luni was rubbing his cock through his pants. "Luni! But, um." "Quiet" whispered Luni. "Haven't you guessed I like you?" Mart stammered. "But... but... You are Lady Luni. I smacked you with a board!" "Shhhh..." hushed Luni as she worked open his pants. Mart's hard cock, really thumping now after hearing that one of the most desirable women in the land wanted him. In fact, looking down and seeing Luni's pale perfect face closing on his cock was more than he could bear. His hips begin thrusting forward, pushing the swollen tip of his dick against Luni's red lips. She looked up at him with her enormous brown eyes passively, allowing him to thrust his cock over her mouth and cheeks. "Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods." Groaned Mart over and over again. "Don't let me wake up!" he groaned. Luni opened her mouth and her tongue darted out, licking the underside of his big dick. Mart had seen a gorgeous elven woman in heat and now had gorgeous Lady Luni not only say she liked him but she was kneeling before him, licking his painfully hard dick, so he was hotter than hell. He couldn't hold it. His cock was aching and throbbing. He could feel his balls seize up. His sperms boiling up from them like a blazing hot flow of lava. "Oh Luni!" He bellowed, groaning loudly, thrusting his dick in her mouth and ejaculating wildly. His hips bucked and shook as his cock shot wad after wad of hot burning spunk into Luni's mouth. She sucked his cock wildly, moving her head back and forth rapidly. Mart heard her gulping loudly and hungrily, swallowing all he had to offer to her. Her long silken hair waved all around. Mart collapsed back against the wall, exhausted. "Luni... " he gazed at her lustfully. But she shushed him with a pair of fingers to his lips. She kissed him lightly. "We can talk about this later, Sir Mart." She said, mock-professionally, with a smile. "But right now we're keeping the boss waiting. And that means we're keeping Zowie waiting for her next humping." Luni winked and they both scampered off. "Where have you two been!" bellowed Sir Bonalot as they shuffled into his office in headquarters - a ground floor in one of the wings of Princess Zowie's castle. He paced back and forth impatiently, huffing and puffing. "I was just about to send out all the guards to fetch you!" Mart glanced at Luni as they sat next to each other, thinking of what she had said about Zowie needing her next Bonalot fix. They both broke a smile. Then Luni's tongue barely broke out and licked a lip. She swallowed hard and winked back at Mart. Mart blushed a dozen shades of red. All the time Bonalot was watching, not without a little bit of jealousy. "Oh, I see! Well, if you two could remember that you are on duty at the moment and if you could keep your eyes off each other for one..." "With all due respect, Sir Bonalot, we were bringing in a prisoner caught in an act of gross sexual deviancy." Said Luni in a flat, emotionless and professional voice. "She's in the prison now." Bonalot hummed and sat down behind his desk. "Ok, ok. Look here, I've got a job for Mart. Its your lucky day!" began Bonalot sarcastically. "We've got a giant named Noobi out in the Western Forest raping, pillaging, raping, looting, raping, and burning. Get the picture?" "He's doing all that!" cried out Luni, her huge brown eyes getting even bigger. "Well, no. He's just doing the raping bit." Mart and Luni gave Bonalot a couple of hard stares. There should be fatalities if a giant was seriously raping left, right and center. Sir Bonalot continued, "I know I know, but no one's died and it seems he's satisfied with just dry humping them or something. Anyway, I need Mart to get out there right quick and break up his little game. Oh, and guess what. Princess Zowie says that upon completion of this assignment, you will be officially and forever a knight of her realm!" Mart smiled happily. "Well, that's good news." He said. "Permission to go along with him!" cried out Luni. "I mean, keep an eye on him, to make sure he does his job properly and doesn't pay off some local and..." she was talking a mile a minute. "Alright, alright! Now, get going!" bawled out Bonalot, obviously impatient to get going himself. Mart saluted smartly and Bonalot bid him good luck. "Wait a minute, Lady Luni" said Bonalot, looking up from his desk. She stayed behind. "What's going on between you and Mart?" "Well, Sir, I kind of like him now. I know I didn't at first, but he grows on you. He can be so pathetic, but so cute!" Babbled Luni, almost like a giddy young schoolgirl. Bonalot rolled his eyes. "Sounds like you got it bad. How 'bout us?" Luni looked back at Bonalot seriously for a minute then smiled. "I suppose it will go on as it always has. But you know my story. And I know yours. Even if you didn't belong to Zowie, which you do, we just couldn't work out." "And Mart can?" said Bonalot, finally showing all his jealously. "He's young and changeable and trainable. You are old, experienced and will never leave the side of the Princess for anyone permanently." Bonalot sighed. "I had no idea this was going on." "Neither did he until about fifteen minutes ago." Winked Luni as she turned to leave. Bonalot sat in a silent reverie for a few seconds until he remembered that Princess on her throne who was waiting for him. He got up and scampered out too. Zowie sat on her throne, long since finished with her boring duties of listening to her boring petitioners. She was hot, in an advanced state of arousal. She needed lovemaking and she sat squirming on her great soft chair of rule. Her breasts were full of milk and ached. They seeped and leaked milk and the front of her dress was moist in circles around her great large nipples. Her legs were spread wide and one of her hands had rucked her long white skirt up over her legs and thighs to expose her pussy, covered in huge tufts of honey-brown colored curly pubes. Zowie moaned, squirming on her throne, her head laying to one side and eyes closed in ecstasy as her other hand begin to rub into her soaking wet snatch. "Oh!" she moaned repetitively, aching with carnal desire. She needed someone so desperately. She needed her monstrous breasts drained of their heavy load of milk. She needed her soaking wet sopping pussy filled with a large meaty cock. She squirmed and her eyes squinted painfully in her need. Deep down inside she was afraid because she knew that if anyone came into this room, they could have her. They could do whatever they wanted with her and she would enjoy it. She would want them to do anything to her, in numerous positions. She would be their sex slave. "Oh, Bonalot!" she moaned. "Save me!" She cried. Suddenly, a hand softly pushed into her mound while a finger started to rub softly over her clit. Zowie yelped in surprise and turned her head toward the owner of those hands. Tears had begun to well up in her soft hazel eyes her need was so great. She had no choice but to give in to the owner of the hands which now caressed her. She painted softly, moaning. "Where have you been!" she burst out breath fully. Bonalot gazed at her lustfully. He had already stripped off his clothes and stood before her, his big dick standing upright and at attention. His cock was rigid and throbbing, waving in the air, pointing at the Princess and vibrating like a divining rod. Zowie smiled, her freckled face glowing and covered in a thin haze of sweat. Bonalot continued to finger her pussy as she scooted down low in her throne, spreading her legs wide and thrusting her hips forward. Bonalot dropped forward and buried his face in Zowie's humongous soft mounds of breast flesh. He brought up a hand to grasp at one. Her tit was heavier than his heaviest weapon but softer and more pliable than anything he'd ever touched. He played with her breast through her dress, hefting its heavy weight in his hand. It was so massive; it oozed heavily over his hand. His hand barely could manage any of her huge breasts at all; it simply oozed over his hand and covered it and his forearm entirely. Zowie's milk began to flow even more quickly out of her nipple, wetting the dress even more. "Here!" she cried out in passion as she swiftly got her arms out of her dress and pulled it down to her middle. She reached down and dragged up her massive breasts in her arms so that they hung down over the dress around her tiny waist. Her breasts were free now. Huge raindrop shaped sacks of pure soft pleasure, acres of tit-flesh billowing off her chest like thunderheads. They hung down over her stomach and waist not like heavy bags of fluid but lightweight floating bags. They were beyond perfect and Bonalot tore into them. He buried his face in her tit-flesh, licking and drooling freely on them. He fastened his mouth to one of her enormous pink nipples and began to suck. Actually, the milk simply began to shoot out of her nipple; Zowie's breasts were overflowing and brimming with her warm sweet nectar. Bonalot drank deeply from her breast while one of his hands continued to play with her dripping wet pussy and the other continued to play with her other enormous boob. Zowie groaned and moaned in pleasure. She lay back, gazing hotly at her lover. Her hands stroked his head softly as she panted quietly. Her breath was ragged and uneven. As Bonalot's hand played with her clit, she moaned and arched her back. The feeling of Bonalot suckling her helped to drive her over the top and she gasped in orgasm. She quivered and arched her back with a cry of delight, sending ripples through her ocean-sized breasts. Bonalot belched as he drank deeply of her milk. Once he had drained one breast enough, he switched to the other, drinking and suckling his deity-like princess. Zowie moaned, thoroughly enjoying her lover's attention to her pussy and her breasts. She orgasmed again and again during the long time Bonalot spent playing with her sopping pussy and gigantic boobs. At one point, Bonalot moved between her legs, grunting as he lined up his cock with her pussy. He grunted as he quickly penetrated her pussy - so wet that it gave no resistance. He was so hot and worked up from suckling her and playing with her pussy, not to mention listening to her orgasm and pant, that he came inside her after a couple of thrusts. "Oh Zowie!" he bellowed as he filled her pussy with load after load of his hot sperm. Zowie arched her head back and cried out as she felt his cum slap inside her, filling her already flowing puss. "Suckle me more! Take me more!" she cried out in frenzy. Bonalot gathered her up, her dress now hanging like a rag from her tiny waist. He carried her swiftly through the door in the back of the wall to her private chambers. Practically running, he flopped her on her bed, her massive breasts sloshed to and fro. Zowie gazed at Bonalot, her hands waving in the air, trying to reach him. He mounted her, his dick, slick and wet still from her pussy juices, and already showing signs of returning to life. Bonalot kissed Zowie hotly, licking her freckly gorgeous face. Zowie licked back, grabbing his head and mashing it to hers. His big cock rubbed against her thighs as they kissed, hard again. Bonalot slid between her legs that spread widely and his dick simply slopped into her pussy, flowing with her wetness. This time he lasted much longer, grunting and groaning. He thrust hard and wild into Zowie and she grunted back in time with his thrusts. They gazed into each other's eyes as they mated each other, the frenzied slapping of their bodies filling the room. Bonalot could feel the massive mounds of Zowie's breasts squish and slosh beneath him like warm soft pillows of love flesh. Bonalot sucked on Zowie's neck hard, leaving hickies and welts. Zowie's hands drifted to Bonalot's butt, as she pushed him into her. His hard cock speared in and out of her pussy faster and faster. Bonalot explored her pussy with his dick, moving his hips in circles, pushing his dick into her from different angles. Finally, he came from a second time. "Ha-arg!" he bellowed as he squeezed Zowie's tiny waist as hard as he could to him, bucking and thrusting into her wildly. Their bodies were dripping with sweat and it flew off them in great gouts of spray as Bonalot finished his lovemaking with an explosion of wild passion. His penis emptied itself in a hot and enormous eruption of cum as Bonalot bellowed and bellowed as loud as he could. He kept cuming and bellowing, smashing himself into Zowie as deep as he could. Zowie whimpered and moaned, cooing lovingly for Bonalot as he emptied into her. She stroked him softly as he collapsed on her, totally spent. They lay like that for a while. "Shh, darling, you rest for a bit. My breasts still have much milk you must drink. And I demand you spend the rest of the day here with me lovemaking" cooed Zowie. Bonalot was nuzzling softly into her neck and nodded his agreement as he licked her ears lightly. It would be a long day fulfilling his duties with his Princess; A hard job, but someone had to do it! Noobi had been holding Velvet prisoner for only a few hours. After the initial novelty of sucking on her big breasts - the biggest he'd ever seen on a 'girl' - and cuming on her pretty face, the novelty was soon wearing off. Velvet wouldn't stop trying to talk to him about some 'deal' and nagging him constantly. "Listen here, you stupid ignorant giant, I'm here to deal with you!" bellowed Velvet. "Shut up, girl! Noobi no like mean girls. Noobi no like mean anyones!" Noobi pouted back as he roasted a wild boar over a huge fire. He had stuck the boar through with a large branch he'd fashioned into a makeshift spear. "Look, Ok." babbled Velvet, "I'm sorry." She wasn't. "I just want you to do something for me. I want you to kidnap another girl instead of me. I will give you a lot of money!" "Um. Noobi no like money." Replied Noobi totally disinterested. He did perk up a bit and said "But Noobi likes girls! Huh, maybe Noobi go get this girl you mentioned anyway!" "Yes! I am the mayor's wife. You would be well rewarded!" bellowed out Velvet. "Huh? Mayor's wife? Um. You are a high girl. Um. I think I'd better keep you incase humans in forest no like Noobi doing things to their girls. Yes. You'd better stay here. But I go get other girl too." droned on Noobi, more to himself than Velvet. "Wait! No, you must let me go!" huffed Velvet in rage. Noobi lifted her up and placed her in a makeshift cage he used to keep wild animals that he'd caught and didn't want to eat right away. "We share this boar. Then Noobi go find girl who's even better than you. That seems not likely to Noobi though" "Thank you" said Velvet angrily, knawing at the charred cooked meat Noobi had handed her. She could tell that Noobi meant it more as a statement than as a compliment. "She's a blond voluptuous goddess named Pia!" burst out Velvet suddenly, after they had finished eating their food. She figured that if she had to be a prisoner of the horny giant, so should Pia. And then people would really be on the way to rescue them, with two women missing. "Uh, yeah, and then maybe you stop nagging Noobi and nag her!" burst out Noobi, leaving his cave suddenly. Mart and Luni rode along the road heading west. They had long left Ullandor, the Princess' capital city where her castle was, and they were heading out for the Western Forest. Mart rode nervously beside Luni. He'd never really had a long-term relationship and wasn't sure what to do now that he seemed to be in one. He really didn't even know what was going on. Luni on the other hand was calm and relaxed. She had made her choice and would stay Mart's lover until such time as she felt she had to break it off. It was simple as that. But Mart stammered and blushed incessantly. He didn't seem to be able to converse with Luni at all anymore, or to be his own bizarre self. Luckily, for his sake, Luni knew what he must be going through and was simply waiting for him to calm down and get a grip on himself. The silence and tenseness was getting more and more on Luni's nerves though. She even began to think she might have made a bad decision getting involved with Mart. "I can't stand these new saddles. I'll get hemorrhoids for sure!" burst out Mart all of a sudden. Luni glanced over at him. "You look old enough to have hemorrhoids" she said matter-of-factly. "Hey! I just went gray early. I'm not old!" burst out Mart turning on her fiercely, his mouth trembling. "Yah, u-huh. Well, I like you anyway." "Thanks" said Mart, blushing once again. "Even if you are old." Said Luni again quickly. Mart sputtered and began to babble again about not being old. Luni smiled and sighed, feeling relieved in her head that Mart was starting to relax a bit. They finally arrived in Forest City, the main town in the Western Forest where Miximatosis was mayor. In fact, as they rode into town, a small crowd of people ran up to them almost at once, blurting out things and yelling news at them. Miximatosis himself was not long in appearing. "Thank the gods, you are not a moment too soon in arriving!" he bellowed out as Mart and Luni dismounted their horses. "I am Sir Mart, and this is the Lady Luni," said Mart, by way of introduction. "Oh, I am sorry, Sir Mart and Lady Luni, I am the Mayor here, as I'm sure you know, Miximatosis is my name. I was only in the Princess' court this morning. May haps the fiend Noobi took that chance to strike again!" Luni stood nearby. Although senior in rank to Mart, she was ready to defer to him talking to these townsfolk. They drove her nuts with their incessant babbling. Unfortunately, being a big city girl, Luni often felt that small town folk were a bit simple and bothersome. So, Miximatosis eyed the gorgeous Lady Knight with suspicion as she stood there, staring at him with huge brown eyes and a ghostly-white but beautiful face. She seemed to be trying to read his thoughts. "So, Noobi has struck again and despoiled yet another of your fair women?" asked Mart. "Worse than that Sir Mart and Lady Luni! He has stolen my wife! Velvet! Oh, gods preserve her, who knows what that vile fiend is doing with her." "Wait, I thought he was only just molesting them." Said Luni suddenly, in her usual firm and calm tone. "He was! And we all hoped it would not escalate. But now it seems it has! Oh, I knew he would not be long in discovering that true giants eat their victims, not mate with them!" cried out the mayor. "He ate her!" bellowed out Mark incredulously. Miximatosis eyes widened. "Well, we don't know what he's done with her, do we! I mean..." Miximatosis began to get watery-eyed and break down. Luni suddenly walked forward and put an arm around the Mayor's shoulder. "We shall investigate at once, Mayor. Please don't become despondent. Word is far and wide that your wife is the fairest in the land. If he has taken her, it is only because he knows he needs more than a few hours to fully enjoy all her great beauty." "Aye, that is truth." Sniffled the Mayor. "Now, we need to freshen up quickly in your inn and then be off quickly to find out where this fiend is and dispatch him" quipped Mart, patting the Mayor's shoulder as well. As they were led to The Crying Wyvern Inn, Mart whispered conspiratorially to Luni. "I'm glad you knew something about his wife to be able to say those things!" he hissed. "I didn't. And don't go on hissing. Anyone in five days journey knows you have a secret to hold when you speak like that." Said Luni in her normal businesslike tone of voice. Mart smirked at Luni's brazed brownnosing. It was no wonder she was second only in rank to Bonalot in Princess Zowie's court. They arrived in their small but well furnished rooms. There was only one bed. Mart blushed again. "Oh, stop that Mart. They didn't know. All these townies just assume that when a man and woman are together, they are married." She turned and looked at Mart, with a sudden softness and tenderness in her deep dark eyes. "We may as well take advantage of it." Mart was practically painting at the chance to enjoy his new lover in a soft warm bed, closed off from the outside world and free of interruptions. He practically leapt on her, Luni falling back on the bed before him. Her long silken black hair fell all around as he kissed and licked her round gorgeous elfin face. His hands clamped to her large meaty breasts. They were globelike and bobbled off her chest the size of melons. He gleefully squeezed their softness. It was like there was nothing there at all, just some sort of warm softness he could sink his fingers deep into. Luni lay back, her head turned to one side and her arms up over her head. Luni lay passively, surrendering herself to her new lover. Mart's heart was thumping in his throat as he untied her leather jerkin and brown fabric bodice. He quickly opened her clothing to expose her thin willowy body. Her skin was so snow- white it didn't seem like it would be healthy, but somehow it only made her look even more sexy. Mart noticed that even his pale pink hand seemed dark and tanned compared to her skin. But what Mart noticed next shocked him. He scooped up a generous handful of her hip-length silken thick hair and exposed one of her ears. It was pale and snow-white as the rest of her. And the ear was pointed. "You're an elf?" Mart cried out, breaking the heated panting silence of the room. Luni turned and looked at him. "Does it matter." She said, in her dry tone but secretly ready to burst into tears if he said it did. "No! No! Everyone knows about elvin women. Now I know why you are the sexiest in court. I mean, every male knight in the service wants you!" Luni smiled and her cheeks dimpled. She rarely smiled but Mart loved it when she did, she had the most beautiful dimples. "I couldn't believe you didn't guess. Why did you think I got so angry with that elvin woman this morning? I am Lady Luni of the Challoxin elf-people who lived here centuries before your kind arrived. Now, Mart, make love to me." Mart grinned a huge broad smile at how his new elvin lover was mixing her haughty elvin ways with her hot need for sex. He clamped his mouth down on Luni's and they munched each other for quite a while, panting and slurping each other's tongues. Mart kissed her neck and lips, moving down to her collarbone and chest. He scooped up her generous breasts and played with them. They were so jiggly and soft; they seemed to constantly jiggle like jelly. He playfully swished them around and licked at her nipples. "I am sorry I have no milk for you, my lover. I am yet young and have not yet been mated properly." Said Luni softly. "That's ok!" Mart moaned in heat, far too gone in lust to pay much attention to her words. Sir Mart slipped quickly out of his trousers and shirt, returning quickly to lie on top of Luni. She was still lying on top of all her clothing where Mart had left her. Luni was afraid that Mart might hyperventilate, he was panting so hard and wildly as he climbed on top of her. She spread her legs wide to accept him, stroking his head. She would feel the tip of his hard cock searching out her pussy. It brushed through the thick curly black fur covering her ivory white vulva, teasingly poking into her pussy opening. "Mart, please." Panted Luni. Her chest was heaving and she blinked her eyes hard as her longing filled her. Mart was kissing and licking her again. He kept up a steady licking and suckling of her pale pink nipples as he pushed his face into the incredible jiggly softness of her breasts, mashing them down. His penis continued to tease the entrance of her pussy. "Mart!" cried out Luni need fully. Mart kept suckling and a nipple, pulling back on it and taking it deep in his mouth where he tongued it rapidly. Luni brought her legs way up, grabbing her ankles with her hands. She was spread wide open, her pussy fully exposed and her legs high in the air. Mart grunted as his cock began to sink into her elvin pussy. She was so tight and he wriggled into her carefully. Luni looked upon Mart, her eyes unfocused and glassy. Mart gazed down into the angel-like face of his elvin lover as he began to move in and out of her, stabbing her rapidly with his cock and then letting it slide almost all the way out, then shoving it back in again. He teased her with his monster cock, getting cries and moans of passion from Luni. Luni whined and moaned, her hands holding her ankles as she kept her legs high in the air. Their bodies slapped together in the sound of steady and strong sex. Mart grunted and panted as he admired Luni's willowy pale body beneath him. He watched happily as he regarded her fat and almost perfectly round breasts slap up and down on her chest. He lowered himself down on her, between her legs that were still stuck high in the air. Mart kissed Luni and they kissed hotly for a while. This went on for some minutes until Mart felt the telltale signs of cum boiling up into his dick. He could feel the molten lava rising up his body and penis like some burning red fluid in a thermometer. His hips began bucking and thrusting on their own accord and he did all he could to control their wild heat. Luni began a low keening whine as she felt her lover nearing his climax. Luni's hips began a circular movement, grinding her pussy against Mart. This set him off and he arched back screaming her name, shooting wad after wad of hot sperm deep inside her. Luni moaned musically as Mart emptied himself in her. He collapsed on top of his hot elvin lover. His hands never had left her soft round breasts and now he was licking and sucking at her neck. "Luni. I think I..." "No, Mart, don't say it. Not yet. Not here and now. We know how we feel about each other but we need to give ourselves time before we declare it to the world." whispered Luni, caressing Mart's head and holding him to her. She continued, "And we also need to get up and deal with Noobi. C'mon, dear heart! Noobi picked his way through the forest heading back toward the village. He was still trying to decide what he should do once he captured this Pia girl that Velvet talked about. He stomped down some branches and pushed smaller trees down out of his way. As he walked on, he kept thinking of finding Pia, who was supposed to be even more attractive than his present prisoner. And, he thought, probably a whole lot nicer and better company. Suddenly, Noobi heard voices. He peered through the trees and spied two figures coming closer to him. They were about where he had grabbed Velvet. Noobi saw a man with stark white hair and a young woman. The man didn't look old enough to have such white hair, which made Noobi look upon them with interest. He also looked upon the woman with great interest. She was a shapely willowy beauty with jet-black silken hair hanging over her curvy hips. Her ample budding breasts were packed tightly into a leather jerkin and seemed to jiggle and sway underneath her outfit. Noobi also noticed that they were both heavily armed and armored. Noobi panicked. He figured they must have been hunting him. The giant tore a branch from a nearby tree and quickly stripped the side branches off it. "You leave Noobi alone!" he bellowed in rage and fear as he ran forward, flinging the branch at the pair. Mart saw the purple giant come lumbering out of the wood screaming. He reached for his sword but was brushed aside by the running giant's leg. Luni spun around and reached for her bow as he threw the huge spear like weapon he wielded. As the spear flew toward Luni, Luni expertly and calmly knocked two arrows at once into her bow and fired. The makeshift spear caught Luni full on the right shoulder and she flew back with a grunt. Mart fought to his feet in time to see Luni fall. Noobi had spun around to run by then and took both arrows in his butt. He bellowed with rage, grabbing at the arrows and screaming in agony. Noobi trampled down everything in his path to get away, running in circles and cutting back on his path. Mart ran to Luni's side, sword drawn and prepared to defend her and him to the last. However, Noobi had run far off by now. They could both still here his screams receding into the forest as he ran off. "Luni!" cried Mart, tearing open her jerkin to see her injury. "Hey. None of that here." Luni coughed, trying to make a joke. Mart saw that she had worn her mystical elven chain mail under her leather jerkin, but there was still a nasty bruise; plus the concussion of the blow had knocked the wind out of the elven beauty. "Come on, let me help you." Said Mart, gathering up Luni and carrying her back out of the forest. Luni looked up to the trees and sighted an owl that was strangely awake in the middle of the day. She called out to it in a strange half-language half-bird speak and it flew off. Bonalot lay upon the Princess Zowie in her huge round bed. They had been making love for hours repetitively. Bonalot lay upon her, feeling her softness beneath him. Zowie was in a light slumber, her beautiful hazel eyes shut and a wide smile on her face, pushing her freckly cheeks high on her cheekbones. Bonalot's hands slowly slid up and down her perfect body and he leaned down to nuzzle his face between her massive breasts. They rose off her chest like massive billowing mountains. Soft pale pink and massive, they were perfect, without blemish or stain. They rose proudly off her chest and didn't sag a bit. Whatever magic Zowie must have had to have such a perfect body was unknown to Bonalot, but he didn't care very much as he was the one who got to enjoy her the most. He licked the deep dark chasm between her breasts slowly. Up and down her deep cleavage his tongue ranged. Zowie moaned softly in her slumber and stroked the back of Bonalot's head. She could feel his large penis half-flaccid resting against her leg. She reached down softly and began to stroke it, aiding its return to life. Bonalot groaned as he moved to a huge pink nipple that crowned her massive raindrop shaped breast. He fell upon it, suckling. Zowie's warm sweet milk began to fill his mouth as he suckled her. He licked her nipple as he held it in his mouth suckling. Zowie moaned and moved her leg so that Bonalot slid between her thighs. Her legs went up and caressed his back and sides with the silken insides of her curvy thighs. Bonalot scooted forward, licking her massive breasts, and mounted her. His huge penis, now hard and rigid, slid effortlessly into her sopping wet pussy. There was a wet squishing noise as he slid in her. The squishy squelches and squeaks continued as he pushed in and out of her. Bonalot groaned, watching her huge breasts quiver and jiggle up and down on her chest as he moved up and down on top of her. Zowie looked up at Bonalot, her hazel eyes were unfocused and filmy. She was in a deep passion and was enjoying being screwed by Bonalot. She needed sex so much and she was glad she had a lover who could give it to her when she needed it. Such was her yearning for cock that oftentimes she allowed other very lucky men to enter her thickly haired pussy, but it was for Bonalot that her main lust was turned. Bonalot began to thrust in her more and more wildly after many minutes. He held up her thin legs, curling them over her body and pushing down on her massive boobs. Zowie panted and moaned softly, her head waving back and forth on her silken pillow. Bonalot finally arched back, smacking himself hard and fast against Zowie's gorgeous body. He speared into her as deep and hard as he could, trying to climb inside her pussy, which was covered in thick downy honey golden-brown hair. Zowie's legs and hips undulated back against him, a low keening moan escaped from her panting mouth. Bonalot came deep inside Zowie with a loud series of cries, his penis exploding in her molten wet pussy; then he collapsed on his princess, panting rapidly and hotly. Suddenly, their soft lovemaking was interrupted. A huge white bird flew against the windowpane excitedly. It kept banging against the window again and again. "Dang horny birds want you too, Zowie!" moaned Bonalot into her sweet ear. Zowie giggled and reluctantly pushed Bonalot off her. "It could be important." She moaned. She went to the window, holding a sheet close over her incredibly voluptuous body. Bonalot looked at her large round butt curving out from her impossibly small waist and began to stroke himself. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her ass. Zowie examined the bird that now sat on her window seal. "It's a message from Luni!" she cried out. "They've been attacked!" Bonalot was up in a moment, his penis still rigid and hard after their last lovemaking, waving in the air like a spear. "What! Tell me bird, what has transpired!" He bellowed. The bird, their minds attuned to its thought and visa-versa, passed mental images to both of them. They saw the giant attacking with a huge crude spear. They saw Luni fall and Mart run to her aid. And they saw both of them avoid certain death by Luni's hurried shot which left two arrows imbedded deeply in Noobi's arse. "Oh no, I hope she's Ok!" cried out Zowie, dismissing the bird with a little kiss to the beak. Bonalot didn't think birds could blush but he was sure that this one did when Zowie kissed it. "I've had just about enough of this!" bellowed Bonalot, now truly pissed-off and outraged. He was quickly pulling on his clothing. "I'm taking an armed force to this forest to deal with this Noobi! No one attacks my knights and walks away with simply an arrow in the ass as a souvenir! His butt will get much worse when I'm through with him!" Zowie watched in both admiration and concern as her Bonalot stormed from the room in a rage. She dressed quickly as well in a yellow hooded jerkin with light green trim and matching yellow leather leggings. "I think its time I did something about this as well!" She said to herself. Mart carefully opened Luni's bodice and began to bathe her elbow. He had brought her back to their room in the village and was looking after her. She lay back, gazing upon him passively with her huge brown eyes as he washed her elbow with cooling salve to help her sore shoulder muscles. "Mmm, that feels good Mart." Cooed Luni. Mart smiled a gawky grin. He continued to rub her shoulder and upper chest. His hands slipped down and he began to feel her bulbous jiggly breasts. "Mmm" Luni purred, closing her enormous eyes and putting her head to one side. Mart decided to get up and take the rags to the sink. Mart turned around and returned. Luni had got up in that time. She was now stark naked and on all fours on the bed. Her butt was jacked up high, waving softly in the air. She was slowly swishing it from side to side making silent keening whining moan-like sounds. Luni had come to a decision. It was time for her to take a mate. Bonalot would forever belong to Princess Zowie, and she wasn't sure she wanted him permanently anyway. Mart was bizarre and moody, but he was genuinely good and nice. He wouldn't hurt her or anything else without good provocation. Even in his darkest moments when he wished revenge against Zowie, he still acted to save her when he thought she was in trouble. They had spent much time together and Luni felt they got along well. She felt it was time to present herself to her mate and let him enter her deeply like she'd never been entered before. She would give herself like that wanton in the alley was going to, but only to Mart. "Luni!" gasped Mart, coming close to her, watching her undulate from side to side, waving her suddenly rosy butt high in the air. He began running his hand over the full rosy snow-white moon of her butt. "Mart. Please. I want you to. To mate me." Whined Luni, putting her head down on the pillow and turning to look upon him. "Take me. Enter me and mate me." She plead. Mart noticed her large round jiggly breasts swaying beneath her body, filling the space between the bed and herself. Mart stripped off his clothes and climbed on the bed behind Luni. He wasn't quite sure what she wanted done; he had never been with an elf before, let alone a horny one. His cock was huge and pounding in desire however, leading him on as he got up behind her. His penis slid up over her butt, in the crack of her butt cheeks. Luni groaned Mart rubbed his big hard cock over her butt. She waved it insistently and pushed back against him. "Mart. My pussy. Mate me!" cried out Luni in a desperate whine as he continued to brush his hard cock up and down her butt crack. Mart slid it down over her anus and further down until the head of his cock bumped against the slit of her pussy, covered in thick downy black hair. Mart grabbed her hips and butt hard and pushed his cock in. Mart was amazed. It was if a whole new area of her pussy had opened. It was a much tighter area and a much more slippery one. The walls of her pussy undulated against his cock and seemed to caress it as he slipped it in. It was very erotic and hot to him. Mart gasped at the feeling and he began to slide his hot dick in and out of her. Luni arched her back and bent her head back up toward the ceiling. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy and her lips trembled. She let out a low keening yowl as Mart penetrated her repetitively. Mart grunted as he hunkered down on her butt, grabbing around her tiny waist and pulling her up into him. He lowered down on her back grunting and jerking, pushing his long fat dick into Luni faster and faster. He seemed to loose all sense of himself and became a rutting animal. A small rivulet of drool escaped his lips and dripped down on Luni's back. When it splashed against her ivory white back, Luni let out a whimpering cry and kept purring soft moans as Mart mated her. Luni's head moved from side to side, her long silken hair brushing this way and that. Her huge brown eyes squinted and blinked and her tongue darted out of her mouth and licked her lips. As Mart continued to mount her roughly and really start to bang into her, her tongue remained lodged between her lips, sticking out as if she was a dog in heat. Mart was moving inside her faster and faster. He had fallen fully upon her now, licking her back and biting the back of her neck softly. His hands grasped around her, grabbing at her big jiggling tits and squishing them. Luni's head arched back to caress her lover with her long silken hair. Mart was really hammering her by now, smacking into her with great cracks of flesh-upon-flesh sounds. Groaning, grunting and spitting drool all over her, Mart was wild with lust. Luni's pussy was so tight, hot and wet. It seemed like her pussy was overflowing around him, lubricating his cock until he could hardly feel her pussy. Mart groaned and growled as he thrust forward against her pussy from behind one or two times. Mart thrust spasmodically against her over and over again, his penis drilling into her tight depths. Mart arched back and bellowed in passion as he came deep inside Luni. Luni whimpered and purred softly for her lover as his penis pumped its sperm deep inside her true pussy. "O! O!" cried out Luni in a throaty cry. Mart looked down at her suddenly, wondering if he had done something wrong. His penis wasn't even yet flaccid and was still shooting aftershocks of sperm deep inside her body. "Mart! You mated me! I wanted it so much!" she cried, panting. Mart collapsed upon Luni, wrapping his arms firmly around her. They fell upon the bed together and fell into a slumber in each other's arms. Zowie spent the rest of the day watching Sir Bonalot gathering together a strong force of her knights with men-at-arms, heavy weapons, horsemen, and other soldiers and camp followers. Somehow it seemed a bit overkill to her and unnecessary, but her followers seemed to be having quite a time running around sharpening their weapons. Zowie did wonder if there was a slightly more peaceful resolution to the Noobi problem. It wasn't that she was some sort of pacifist, she just thought that all Noobi had done was have a problem with runaway lust and just needed to be locked up. She had even fantasized a couple of times (touching her pussy and grasping her massive breasts the whole time) what it might be like to be molested and ravished by a huge purple giant with and equally huge penis. Zowie sat on her throne in her main hall listening to the faraway shouts of Bonalot as he yelled and bellowed at his troops to get ready. "Get in formation, Red Squad!" she heard him bellow. "And you, Travis, take that chicken bone out of your beard! You don't know where that's been! Gortex, get in formation. Not that kind of formation! This isn't a line dance!" Zowie smiled and wondered if there was something she could do to help. Or more to the point, if there was something she could do to solve this problem without just hauling up there and hacking Noobi into chopped liver. Zowie got up and bounded to the window, her tight dress flowing all around her thighs, swishing against her blemish- less skin softly. She gasped for a moment when she saw that Bonalot was having his men attach a huge wheeled ballista to a pair of carthorses. "Bonalot! What in the world are you doing!" screamed Zowie out the window. The knights and soldiers who were trying to attach the weapon spun around and looked up at the main hall window with surprise. Bonalot spun around, unperturbed. "We are trying to take this weapon to deal with Noobi!" he bellowed out in a huff. "Don't you get huffy with me, mister!" screeched Zowie, pointing and waving a perfect index finger at Bonalot. The soldiers suppressed a laugh as best they could. "I'm not huffy! Now leave us alone so we can do what you pay us to do!" came back Bonalot full of self-importance. Zowie rolled her eyes. She certainly didn't pay Bonalot and most of her knights to get huffy, or just to fight battles; but she couldn't correct him in front of the general populace. She decided she'd correct him that evening in bed when he wanted to use another piece of weaponry on her. Zowie wondered if she could get any help from her witch doctor Sheila. She had hired Sheila some time ago to make her potions and medicines. Mostly, she used Sheila's knowledge of birth control, as did most the ladies of the court. But every now and again, Sheila made them more useful items. One such potion Zowie remembered quite well was a tranquilizing sleeping draught, which could be fatal to people in large enough quantities. Sheila also did healing services for Zowie's knights which usually involved quite a bit more than stirring pots. Zowie didn't mind this too much as long as Sheila didn't expect to be paid extra. Zowie began to climb up the tall tower where Sheila had her chambers. She entered Sheila's main room quietly, barely shutting the door behind her. Zowie heard some noises. Low moans and the telltale sound of lips on flesh. Sure enough, she found Sheila performing last minute 'healing' on one of her knights, a huge burly man with a huge flowing beard named Sir Grumbi. Sheila herself was dark skinned and plump in a very pleasant way. Her skin was muddy brown and slick, her breasts were the size and shape of two coconuts bounding off her chest. She always seemed to wear a skintight single piece blue jumpsuit no matter what the weather or situation. She kept her straight black hair short and cropped close to the sides of her face. Apparently, she had been healing Grumbi for some sort of stomach ailment. He was lying on her cot with Sheila mounting his waist, her own large round butt resting on Grumbi's crotch. Her one-piece dress was opened all the way letting her bounding round muddy-brown breasts flop out and into Grumbi's hands. Zowie watched in fascination, hoping not to disturb the pair. She stood back in the shadows, breathing as quiet as she could, afraid to move or do anything to give herself away. Grumbi's arms slipped around Sheila, pulling her down on him. He grasped one of her large soft muddy-brown breasts and thrust his face into it, seeking her huge dark nipple. He took it into his mouth and began to suckle. Sheila gazed down with a sigh and slipped her dress completely off. She could feel Grumbi's big cock harden under her crotch and butt. She gently rose up and took his big dick in one hand while Grumbi drank deeply of her milk. The white sweet liquid spilled out around the tightening seal of Grumbi's lips and contrasted with the muddy darkness of her titflesh. Sheila maneuvered the tip of Grumbi's mighty dick to her pussy - heavily haired with curly black pubes. Grumbi moaned as Sheila lowered herself on his massive member. He thrust his hips upward and groaned aloud at the penetration, letting her massive round soft breast fall from his drooling mouth. Sheila put her hands on her head, sinking her fingers into her hair. She began to bounce herself up and down on Grumbi's crotch and huge dick that impaled her like a hard spear. Grumbi's hands mauled and squeezed Sheila's giggling breasts, which flapped up and down on her chest as she bounced up and down on Grumbi's cock. "Arg! Aw shit, ARRG!" bellowed Grumbi, thoroughly enjoying Sheila's wet and creamy pussy as it wrapped around his hard and needful penis. Sheila moaned a low keening moan and lowered herself on Grumbi. Grumbi's huge trunk-like arms wrapped around the plump dark witch and squeezed her to him. His pelvis went mad and Sheila flopped up and down as Grumbi thrust his hips up to penetrate her with savage force. The slapping and moaning filled the room as Zowie watched from the shadows. Zowie was getting wet watching the pair. Her dainty hands slid over her massive hanging breasts and even sought out her wet and hot crotch, hidden under the flaps of her gold and green dress. By now, it looked like Sheila was in a rodeo trying to break a wild and savage horse. Grumbi was going mad beneath her, thrusting up into her, holding on to her tight. Sheila was flapping and flopping all over the place, always coming down to impale herself on Grumbi's massive dick. Her giant chocolate-brown breasts flapped up and down rapidly, giggling madly as they were soft and had no resistance whatsoever. Grumbi finally put a huge hand on Sheila's brown butt, squeezing tight, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh. With a huge roar that must have been heard all over the castle, Grumbi came, squirting sperm cum deep inside Sheila. Sheila wailed a high- pitched cry as she had an orgasm. Grumbi grunted and jerked his hips as his penis erupted in one aftershock after another, sending hot gouts of cum shooting into Sheila. Zowie was panting by now, her hands roaming over her own voluptuous and perfect body. "Welcome, Princess, do come in." said Sheila in a soft sensuous voice. She had a strange earthy accent that made her voice sound even more sensuous and sexy than it already was. Zowie began to stammer as she walked forward into the room. She was embarrassed at having been watching Sheila and Grumbi having sex. Also, she was hot and turned on herself. Grumbi sat up with a huge grin, his flaccid dick still lying limp over his thigh. "I. I came here to see. Um." Blushed Zowie violently. The effect of Sheila's healing potion was certainly having an effect on Grumbi's cock as Zowie could already notice it jumping and twitching as he gazed upon her in unashamed lust. "Thank you, Sir Grumbi," began Sheila, "That should be all you need for now. I have a feeling that the Princess needs to speak to me in private." Grumbi stood and put his clothes back on. "Yeah, Bonalot will be waiting for me. We march on Noobi, you know!" Grumbi looked over Zowie again, taking in her luscious curvy body as she stood there in heat, panting slightly. His throbbing cock fought against his trousers and he knew he would desperately need sex again. He left the room but didn't go far down the hall, waiting until either Zowie or Sheila came back out. "I wanted to go and see about Noobi myself." Blurted out Zowie as Sheila came close and stood next to her. Sheila had a tight smile on her face as she too surveyed the gorgeous perfect-bodied princess. "I might have something for that. Did you want to kill him or capture him?" mewed Sheila. "Capture I guess. He's only just terribly horny for hot women. Sort of like Sir Grumbi!" giggled Zowie, sitting on the cot where Sheila and Grumbi had just been screwing like bunnies. "I might be able to help you. You'll have to get in close to use it, unless you shoot it from a special crossbow that wouldn't be very sporting." Sheila had been staring all this time at Zowie's massive bosom, drooping firmly off her chest and over her tummy; over her tiny waist. Her huge breasts nuzzled into her own lap but were hardly saggy. How this magic happened, who knew: and who cared. Princess Zowie was an exquisite goddess. "Good!" "I'll begin to mix up a potion right now. Something that will put even the giant Noobi down for many, many hours: perhaps even days. What you do with him after that is up to you." "Thank you, Sheila." Said Zowie. She lay back on the cot and rested. The image of Sheila getting fucked was still fresh in her mind. She couldn't get it out of her thoughts. She hadn't been fucked in hours and with Bonalot leaving to go get Noobi, who knew how long it would be until she got some more sex. Zowie groaned ever so quietly and squirmed a bit on the bed, thinking of this. She was glad she was trying to take her mind off sex by going after Noobi. Suddenly, Sheila was sitting next to the bed with her. "Princess, in order to finish this potion, I need something personal from you." She purred. "What is it?" said Zowie, sitting up and nervous. "Some of your breast milk." Cooed Sheila. "Oh, that's a relief, I thought you were going to ask for blood!" giggled the Princess. UNFINISHED TO BE CONTINUED??? (C) Copyright 2003. Simplex, Simplex992000@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved. 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