Andriu entered the great hall just as the daily pleadings began, ready to watch everyone from commoners to nobles ask for the king's assistance, policy, or judgement. Sometimes quite an entertaining few hours, with the occasional mad-man or interesting disagreement, but usually filled with the petty squabble of farmers arguing over the price of a bushel of grain.
The great hall was the largest room of King Ywain's castle, and more ancient than the castle itself. Old stone made up the walls, with large glass windows near the top to let in plenty of sunlight. This time of the morning one could see rays of sunlight shining in from the east. A towering wooden door splits open in the front, facing the north with the Hanfir Mountains dotting the horizon. Down the middle of the room sits a long red carpet with gold trimming along the edges. Guards armed with pikes stand along the sides of the carpet, ready for any pleader to make an attempt on the king's life, their armor sparkling in the morning light. The carpet ends at a large throne, made of the same stone as the walls and built into a pedestal on the floor. On the throne sat King Ywain with one of his many concubines slowly bobbing her head up and down in his lap.
King Ywain had been an active young man who loved nothing more than fighting and fucking. Though he had no shortage of women throughout his life, he lived in a relatively peaceful time in the kingdom so he sought out every duel, tournament, and adventure he could. Many would fear the King's wrath should his son return home injured so then Prince Ywain would take on a plethora of alternate identities in order to ensure a fair bout.
Though once a great fighter, a few reasons have kept him off the field of battle. Firstly of course were his duties as a king. Without war, the king cannot be involved in battle as he must be home to rule, and a fighter he is, King Ywain would never start a war for his own amusement. The second reason though was one kept much more secret, to only those closest with the king. A curse.
Shortly before becoming king, a young Ywain heard of an old enchantress who would grant wishes to those who would be able to reach her. In the forest beyond the Hanfir Mountains she would lie in wait for anyone to brave the wilderness. Ywain, being confident in his skills set out for the adventure, unsure of what he would wish for. There was nothing he couldn't get already, but he was sure he would think of something. A month's long journey, alone after reaching the forest finally saw him at the enchantress's hut. Ywain entered the gloomy wooden shack and was shocked at what he saw.
The enchantress had jet black hair, green eyes, and milky white skin, one of the most beautiful women Ywain had ever seen. The inside of the hut was dark with a green hue saturating every surface besides her skin.
"And who are you?" Said the beautiful enchantress in a whispful tone.
"I am Prince Ywain of the Kingdom of Yusian!" Stated Ywain confidently.
"A king, eh? And what could a king possibly wish for?" Asked the woman in the same whispful tone.
Ywain hadn't truly thought about his wish all too much at this point. The journey to the hut was long and difficult, despite its relatively short distance to his home. Ywain thought of the things he loved, and a way to combine them. "What could be a way to enjoy both the pleasures of sex, and the thrill of battle at the same time?" Thought Ywain.
After a short time, Ywain had come to a conclusion. Though he loved all kinds of sex, he loved nothing more than the touch of a woman's lips on his cock.
Without a thought more Ywain made his wish.
"I wish to always feel as though I am being given fellatio!" Shouted Ywain, happy to have come up with a wish. Now, he could fight in every duel and battle with the feeling of a mouth on his penis.
"It is done, now leave me and never return." Stated the enchantress abruptly with a small swish of her hand.
Instantly, Ywain felt his wish granted. A light tickle on his cock felt as though a tongue was moving about it. Quickly he grew to full mast and the sensation changed to that of being engulfed by a warm and wet mouth. Satisfied with the result Ywain left the small hut. Once outside he realized it would be difficult traversing the woods with a full erection but did his best as the pleasure was mind blowing. After about 10 minutes Ywain felt the pleasure grow and pressure build inside of him. Realizing what was happening he quickly pulled his cock out of his clothes as to not soil them. Within a few moments his body erupted in an intense orgasm, yet no semen shot out. He could feel the cum travel through his shaft but didn't see any. It seemed as though whatever force was giving him the fellatio was also swallowing his seed. Seconds later the pleasure returned, without any of the waiting usually attributed with orgasm. Ywain felt satisfied with having finished but also felt just as pleasured as before. This was going to turn out to be a great wish.
After a month and a half travelling, all with the pleasure of a blowjob and constant orgasms, Ywain reached his father's Kingdom and entered the town outside of the castle wall. Women threw themselves at his feet and cheers followed him wherever he went. This was a common occurrence and didn't mean anything particularly special. Ywain walked through the city towards his home attempting to mask his pleasure.
The second he entered the great hall though, everything changed.
The blowjob stopped. There was no longer a feeling of a warm mouth or tongue surrounding his cock. The second the pleasure went away Ywain was struck by an intense feeling of horniness, but it was something more. He fell to the ground in near pain as if he had been edged non-stop for days. A few guards came to help him up, but he could barely stand. The guards dragged him to the court physician.
Ywain laid on the physician's table muttering incomprehensibly to himself. The physician, Koruzia, began to strip the prince to see if he had any injuries. There were no wounds and the only thing out of the ordinary was Ywain's large, fully erect penis. Koruzia did a thorough head to toe examination of Ywain seeking for the bite of a spider known to cause poisoning and incurable erections.
The room was spinning in Ywain's eyes, he could barely make out floor from ceiling, but seeing the familiar face of Koruzia he forced himself to gain some control and whisper the word "concubine" repeatedly.
Koruzia was confused at first, but realized it was a request soon enough. He ran from the room and grabbed the first girl he saw. A young woman, around the same age as Ywain, small and frail with lightly colored hair and large black eyes. She was scrubbing the floors of the hallway outside of Koruzia's room. When she entered the room, she gasped at the sight of the prince and his large erection.
Ywain, seeing the girl muttered the word "mouth" before going back to his unintelligible babbling.
Koruzia looked at the girl with sorrow in his eyes. "It is time for you to fulfill your duty to the crown. I will ensure you and your family are compensated more than enough for this." Said Koruzia trying to comfort the girl, yet in a tone making her know she has no choice.
The girl walked to the foot of the table and looked at Koruzia then back down at Ywain. She examined the prince on the table. The girl found him attractive with his shoulder length dark brown hair and short beard lining a well-defined jaw His muscles were large and well defined, despite his thin frame. But the girl was mostly focused on Ywain's 8" throbbing erection. The girl looked back at Koruzia nervously. Koruzia gave her a small nod.
The girl reached forward and grabbed the thick shaft and began stroking slowly, before moving her head down and licking the underside of the penis.
Within an instant Ywain regained his consciousness and let out a deep breath of relief.
