Once upon a time, in the land of Eronia, there was a princess named Elise. She was beautiful beyond measure, and every noble man yearned to win her heart. One man in particular, Erick, the blacksmith's son, took the long way to the palace armory every day while making his deliveries, in hopes of catching a glimpse of the fair maiden. From afar he would admire her glistening copper hair and snow white skin.
One day, the maiden Elise finally passed by the blacksmith's son, for some reason drawn to his presence. As she approached him, he was so dazzled by the deep brown of her eyes that he forgot how to speak. "I'll try again tomorrow," he thought, and off he went to the palace armory to make his delivery before he returned home for dinner.
That night, Erick tossed and turned. All his life, he had known only one thing: how to mold and shape iron. Never before had the trappings of love concerned him. After a sleepless night, his father asked what was wrong. "Nothing," he mumbled under his breath as he noticed how much the eggs on his plate resembled Elise's perfect breasts.
"Son," the smith said knowingly, "we're iron, and that's all we'll ever be. You can't trim iron with gold."
As Erick began his daily delivery route, he decided his father must be right. For days, he would make his route without a glance in Elise's direction, and for days, she would wait hopefully by her door. None of her royal suitors made her feel the way Erick did; his rugged swagger set her loins aflame.
One day, Elise finally mustered up her princess-ly courage: when Erick walked by her door, stiff as an arrow with self-control, she grabbed his strong smithy arm and pulled him into her room, promptly locking the door.
"Wh-wh-what's going on?" He exclaimed.
"I've heard talk of your mighty sword, smith," she cooed, "but I dare say it needs some polishing."
She promptly reached to unsheathe the blade. With a gentle shove, though, Erick pushed the princess back upon her fluffy bed, watching as her body bounced ever so slightly.
"If we're going to do this, it will be on my terms," he snarled. With a guttural moan, Elise gave Erick a come-hither look as he proceeded to crawl toward her. With his fingers he gently traced her legs and stomach, and then, with all the force he could muster, ripped open her stark white doublet. The princess's eyes were glued to his iron bar, which she could see even through his thick leather pants. He noticed the longing look, but decided to make her wait for it while he addressed the treasure he had just uncovered.
Elise shuddered; she had expected the strength of his arms, but never the dexterity of his tongue. He licked the outline of her perfect, pink nipples and then proceeded to suck her massive tits. His tongue circled around its target, teasing the lusty princess, making her beg, before finally darting over her soft, pink flesh. She moaned with pleasure, and he then decided it was time to unleash the beast.
"Oh, my," the queen-in-waiting moaned, "what a sturdy hammer you have!"
All he wanted to do was pound her with that hammer, but he didn't want to break the suspense just yet. Instead, he decided to continue where he left off, starting with her breasts and slowly licking down the princess's slender body. When he reached her navel, he spread her legs and gazed upon the gold that his iron shaft so longed to meet with. First, though, he knew he had to prime the sheath. His mouth was drawn to her royal lips. For a man who had grown accustomed to the lowly smells and tastes of hard times, Erick was surprised to learn that even the princess's sacred gateway held true to her regal status; the tinge of sour and hint of sweet combined to form the most heavenly taste that Erick had ever experienced. Elise groaned blissfully as he scaled her castle walls.
