Once upon a time, in a small kingdom, there lived a handsome young prince. He inherited good looks from both his mother and father, and developed a strong physique from years of marital training. Learning the sword had given him strong and broad shoulders and chest, archery had given him strong, sinewy arms, and years of horseback riding made his legs and core equally as hard. By the time of his 20th birthday the young prince was more of a man chiseled from stone than a boy.
Despite the years of physical training that had so positively shaped him, the prince preferred to spend his time in the castle's library. He had always enjoyed the quiet and solitude of the castle's least-used room, reading the books he found there, and contemplating their wisdom. As he grew however, he discovered something else he liked about it. Since his 18th year he began to notice more and more additional visitors to the library. Always, it was the young (and sometimes not so young) ladies and girls of the castle, who came on some pretext, to find a book or map, or to do some dusting. The prince thought little about why a kitchen maid would be dusting in the library, or why one of the Queen's lady's would need a treatise on mathematics, he only knew that he increasingly enjoyed eyeing them over the pages of his books, and that they all seemed to enjoy being eyed by him.
As time went on, the women revealed more of themselves to him: lifting a skirt to climb a ladder, bending over to show the outline of their luscious rumps, or leaning forward to display the fullness of their breasts. In return, the prince would remove his shirt on hot days and wear his tightest pants. He would often make himself rigid with excitement at the thought of the wild play he might engage in with the ladies. Often, after becoming fully hard with a lady present, he would pretend to fall asleep. With barely opened eyes he would watch the women stand over him, eyeing him hungrily, licking their lips or touching their own breasts. One or two of the bolder ones would venture to reach out a hand and run her fingertips gently along the length of the large, hard bulge in his pants.
The prince enjoyed the attentions of these women, and he enjoyed paying them attention as well. He liked teasing them with his body. He had no doubt what they wanted, and as much as he wished to give it to them, he remained aloof. He was yet unmarried, and so must remain a virgin until his wedding night. But he delighted in the thought that after that night no lady in the castle would be out of his reach.
In honor of the prince's 20th birthday, the King organized a hunt. The prince was, naturally, expected to attend without regard to his desire to remain at the castle.The day of the hunt was a hot one. The prince did not relish spending it on a horse. He had been waiting for just such a day as an excuse to loosen his pants, as well as removing his shirt, before becoming hard and "falling asleep" in the library. He had hoped that having his large, rigid member poking out the top of his pants just might entice a lady or two to shameful boldness. After all, he'd once heard someone say that a virgin seduced by a witch retains their purity. And who, but a witch, would be so lewd?
As the prince daydreamed about what might have been, his horse fell further and further behind the hunting party. When he rounded a corner and discovered he could no longer see or hear the group, he knew he was lost. He continued along the road hoping that the next turn would reveal them, but none did. Eventually, he heard faint voices, so he ventured down a narrow side path to find then. The overgrowth forced him to dismount and continue on foot. As he neared, he realized they were the voices of women. Entering a clearing, he saw three women in the center, who seemed to be chanting and dancing in a rough circle. They all wore long velvet capes that wrapped around them covering them completely except for their arms and heads. The tallest had straight black hair and wore a robe of crimson red. In deep green was a curly red-head. The last and smallest wore blue and had golden white hair that fell in large curls about her slender neck and delicate shoulders.
The prince watched them transfixed, wondering who these three beautiful maidens were and what they were doing here. The raven-haired girl was dark and sultry, her movements betrayed the strength she hid beneath her closed cape. Her lips were a bright red that matched her garment. The red-head spun and danced with playful buoyancy that fired the imagination. The blond was light and willowy. Her movements were efficient and silky smooth, like a cat. Her arms were pale and graceful. The prince found her the most intriguing. It was she who finally spotted him and stopped her revelry with a start. The others turned to look at him as well. The brunette began walking towards him, followed by the others, a wicked smile spread across her full, ruby lips.
"Good afternoon, fine sir. We welcome you with honor. You believe you are lost, but know that you have found what you have been looking for."
When she reached him, she stood close, staring at him with her dark, smoldering eyes. He could smell the musky scent of her sweat, and something else. She was breathing heavily from her exertions. He had to force himself to look away from her stare in which he felt ensnared. His eyes wandered down the smooth velvet fabric to the large heaving breasts outlined underneath. The cape was slightly open in the front allowing him a small glimpse of the delicate flesh on the inside of her breasts and a deep darkness between that indicated an impressive cleavage. Her cape suddenly flew open, but before he was able to appreciate what lay beneath there was a flurry of movement, and he was enveloped in a dark fog into which he fell.
When he awoke, the prince found himself in a dark room. The air was warm, and he lay uncovered on a bed completely naked. His wrists were wrapped in strong leather straps buckled to posts at the head of the bed, with about two feet of play. He pulled on them hard to test their strength. The muscles in his chest and arm rippled and flexed. The straps would not give.
There was a flash of light as several lanterns in around the room lit at once.
"He's strong. This is going to be fun." At the foot of bed standing before him was the raven-haired beauty from the clearing.
"Good," giggled the red-head as she stood behind the brunette, to the side."And did you see his cock?" She stared at the member between the prince's legs.
"Yes, Glynnagar, we've all seen it, and we've seen you see it too." The brunette replied with annoyance.
"I love big cocks." The red-head stared at the prince hungrily.
"Yes, Glynnagar, we all know you love big cocks."
The prince lifted his head to look around and saw that he was in what appeared to be a room in a cottage. It was night out, he'd been asleep for many hours. He could see all three of the women from the clearing standing at the foot of the bed. All of their eyes were on his cock. He wasn't completely hard yet, but already the women could gauge its size. At full erection he would be 8 to 9 inches long, at least, and thick. His cock looked heavy and strong. They eyed it lustily, thinking of it in their mouths, the salty taste of his skin, feeling the softness that enveloped the hardness, taking control of its bulk and weight--of him and his evident power. The head flared down from the tip to an even wider circumference. They imagined it parting their pussy lips and caressing the walls of their innermost recesses. As if by sheer will, their gazes made his cock harder as he spoke.
"What's the meaning of this?" he asked as he tested the strength of his bindings again. "You have absconded with the wrong man. I am the prince of this kingdom and my father's men are no doubt looking for me now. When they find me like this it will mean your heads."
