Hello and welcome to my readers. Thanks for your votes, comments and e-mail's on my previous stories. This tale is one of a series in a Chain Story entitled 'Enchanted Twelve'. I strongly encourage everyone to read all the stories written by other authors in the chain. Now, I would like to introduce to you Princess Merry and Prince Karl. Enjoy.
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Laughing and talking, the Princesses wended their way through the Silver Forest. Rounding a bend they saw their Princes waiting for them and began walking faster. When Merry saw Karl she broke into an unladylike run, hitching up her skirts, flinging herself into his outstretched arms. He lifted her and spun her around as they exchanged passionate kisses.
Merry always felt safe when she was with Karl; he made her forget the awful dreams she and her sisters suffered with every night. He was her protector, her champion, her armor against all that would threaten them and she loved him dearly.
Karl hugged Merry's slim body to him, his face buried in her mane of red hair. She smelled of perfumed soap and fragrant herbs. He breathed deeply, inhaling the wonderful scents of the woman he loved. Her arms encircled his neck as they kissed, oblivious to the happy cries of the others as they met their own princes.
"Your boat awaits m'lady," Karl said, setting her down gently. She was so unlike the women in his kingdom of Vard. They were large framed and as strong as their men, unlike Merry who was slim as a reed and just as delicate. He had learned not to hug too tightly for fear of hurting her, but she accepted his embraces without fear.
"Why thank you kind sir," Merry replied, taking his hand as he helped her into the gently rocking boat. Her green eyes shone as he clambered into the stern, dipped a paddle into the water and struck out for the opposite shore. His muscular body gave her goose bumps as she watched him scull effortlessly through the rushing water.
She quivered with anticipation as they neared the other side. Soon they would disappear into the dark forest and slake their thirst for each other. She was already moist between her legs remembering the first time they made love, how his thick cock stretched the walls of her virginal pussy as he gently entered her. The pain quickly turned to pleasure as he stroked in and out of her, her fingernails leaving deep scratches on his back as they rocked together. Her powerful orgasm heightened by his long moan as he drenched her pussy with jets of thick cum while she cried out in pleasure.
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After they had disembarked, Karl lifted the boat from the water and upended it on the bank. Hand in hand they walked among the towering oak, maple and chestnut trees; in no hurry to reach the dancing ground. They saw a trail through some underbrush and decided to follow it. Soon, they came upon a verdant sunlit glade and a shimmering pool of water. It was dark where they had come from. How could this be? Curious, a Merry dipped a hand in the water; it was pleasantly warm.
"Let us go for a swim Karl," she said happily. "Unlace me please."
"With pleasure," he replied, untying the knots and nuzzling her neck as she giggled with excitement. Merry wriggled out of her garments and hesitated, her face in an exaggerated pout.
"Karl, I have no place to hang my pretty gown. It will be soiled if I lay it on the grass."
"Such a demanding wench you are," Karl grumbled in mock irritation. He strode to an oak tree, shinnied up the trunk, broke off several limbs and in minutes had constructed a crude rack for their clothing. He stripped and dove in, Merry jumping behind him. Laughing and splashing they played in the water, dunking each other as they became more excited.
Standing in the shallows, Karl pulled Merry to him and kissed her. "Would you enjoy a ride in the country fair maiden?"
"Oh so very much good sir," Merry replied. "I will ride with you anywhere."
"Then let us begin," Karl said. He lifted Merry by her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck and nibbled his ear. She spread her legs and felt the velvet head of his throbbing cock brush her pussy lips. She relaxed her hold and slowly lowered herself, shivering with delight. Karl groaned as her silky pussy enfolded his aching cock, teasingly gripping it inch by inch until it was completely inside her.
Merry tongued Karl's ear. "Now," she whispered, "Let us ride, my love."
She swung her legs around his waist as he lifted her up and down, his cock head lingering between her engorged lips, then plunging into her, making her gasp. He was such a wonderful lover she could hardly stand it.
"Enough trotting, let us canter a while," she moaned. He shifted his weight in the knee deep water and stroked into her even faster, her little shrieks of delight spurring him on.
Merry felt faint as Karl's stiffness impaled her repeatedly. Her puffy nipples tingled as they rubbed on his wiry chest hair, their bellies slapping together with each thrust. Familiar warmth suffused her body and she knew her orgasm was near. Her green eyes met his blue ones as she cried, "To the gallop my darling, the quarry is in sight." He began pounding into her, his hands leaving her waist, cupping her rounded buttocks as she squealed with excitement. He bit his lip trying desperately to keep from cumming until she did.
Merry tossed her head back, red hair swirling, scattering drops of water everywhere. "Ohhhh...Karl...yessss," she wailed as her orgasm coursed like liquid fire through her body. Her pussy bathed Karl's erection in waves of warm juices as he pumped ropes of thick cum into her, groaning and shuddering in his release. Her pussy muscles rippled along his cock coaxing out the last of his cum as she had another massive orgasm. Clinging together, they settled into the warm water, softly kissing as they basked in the glow of their mutual satisfaction.
"Oh my, and who do we have here sister?" someone said behind them.
Karl and Merry turned and their eyes widened in surprise. Two naked women stood on the bank looking bemusedly at them. The one on the right's skin was a pale blue, her long hair, lips, nipples and pubic hair a shimmering aquamarine. The one on the left's skin was a light green, her long hair, lips, nipples and pubic hair a deep emerald. Both were slim with flared hips, narrow waists and firm up tilted breasts.
"Who...who are you?" Merry asked, finding her voice.
"More like what are you?" Karl asked wonderingly.
"I am Aqua," the blue woman answered. "And this is my sister Larch. She is a wood nymph and I am a water sprite. Why are you befouling my favorite pool?"
"Look at my poor oak," Larch exclaimed. "You brutes ripped it's branches off. She hugged it and said soothingly "There, there, it will be all right, don't be upset."
Merry gasped as the tree quivered when Larch crooned to it. "Karl, what shall we do?" she whispered. "These are magical beings and..."
