This is a graphic sexual romp in a fantasy world with a strong evolving plot and darker tones evolving over 14 chapters. Although not essential, please read the chapters in order. Feedback is appreciated.
PROLOGUE: THE COURTSHIP OF A PRINCESS
Springtide First Moon: Demon realm
The handsome Demon investigated the image floating in the water before him. It flickered back and forth between two most beautiful women. The first tall, jet-black hair, strong, with sensual curves, full of confidence and raw power. He found that he strongly desired her, wanting to own her body for his pleasure and feast on the sensational strength of her soul. It was intoxicating, powerful, something he had not felt in a mortal for a generation. The second was younger, innocent, with brown curls and deep blue eyes. She was an enigma and not yet ready to reveal her true self. The prophecy wouldn't coalesce, it flickered unable to resolve. This was a nexus, a causal fork in the timeline. "Plots within plots" he smirked deviously.
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Springtide First Moon: No'holbard Castle
The Five Kingdoms were at peace, but not without strife. Forged as one Land by Great King Valon, they fragmented into five upon his death, each controlled by one of his sons. In the years that followed a stable alliance was forged.
The Kingdoms had abandoned feudal rule, freeing all their citizens, but still ruled through Earls and Barons, the armies were led by Knights and commerce was controlled by the Guilds. The faerie folk and fantastical creatures were pushed into the fringes leaving large farms, towering castles, beautiful valleys and forests. With peace, safety, and a bountiful land, prosperity followed and so overall the people were well fed, sheltered and content, holding their Kings and Dukes in high regard.
No'holbard bordered three of the other four Kingdoms to the west and south, whilst the free Duchies roamed to the north and east. King Svante ruled with a fair but firm hand. His wife had died some ten years before of fever leaving him with two sons and three daughters.
The King was particularly fond of his youngest and fairest, the beautiful Junan, who had reached her nineteen-year maturity only a few weeks before. He was keen to let one of his children have something of a more normal life in contrast to her siblings.
His second son, Prince Harald, was a Captain in the watch, on the eastern frontier dealing with the Orc tribes. His eldest, Prince Weyland, had married a Princess of Titsun'ass, a neighbouring kingdom and was on assignment as his ambassador. His other two daughters were married in political alignments which he now regretted, Freya living in his Palace, and Mia in a Duchy to the northwest. Things had been stable for several years.
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The Princess lived in Castle No'holbard, the capital of kingdom. In reality this was more complex, the royal palace sat within a fortified castle ground surrounded by a lower walled town.
Princess Junan was deeply and utterly, arse over tits, in lust. "Ooooohhhh" she had marvelled as Sir Robyn had won the jousting tournament and then..."Aaaaahhhhh" when he brought back the head of a basilisk that had attacked the local farms.
Rumour had it that he would soon be promoted making him an acceptable target for a royal Princess and much sought after. The nobility had rather strict standard protocols of courtship that would need to be followed.
Junan hungrily watched him training in the knights barracks with her friends, it was medieval porn for young ladies in waiting. Sir Robyn saw her watching him and as their eyes met they would both blush and look away. In the weeks following her birthday they had found ways to "bump into each other" in the royal palace or the larger castle grounds around it. They would politely greet each other and then talk awkwardly about a variety of pointlessly polite topics. He found her beautiful of form and delightful in conversation. She found him exhilarating and would find herself breathless and blushing whenever they met.
"My Princess"
"Oh, Sir Robyn. What a surprise. I saw you at the training grounds earlier" she gushed.
"Yes, I was just heading back to the barracks. Errrmmm taking a long route to wind down before I hit the baths" he stammered and then blushed as he realised he had mentioned bathing.
"Ah yes. A Knight must keep very strong, and clean" she added clumsily, looking over his strong armoured form with awe.
"Maybe I could teach you a few moves to help your highness keep fit" he ventured whilst stealing glances at her tight bodice.
"Yes. Father has the guards give us basic self-defence lessons. But I'd love to be shown how to hold the weapon of a Knight" the princess replied, her body felt so hot, almost throbbing. "Until we meet again kind Sir".
They parted ways, each eager to me again.
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A few days later, Junan had been so excited when Sir Robyn had asked her father to officially court her. They went on a first date, complete with an old magister as the official stuffy chaperone and sat in one of the palace parlours for afternoon tea.
The magister lectured them on the sanctity of marriage for three hours whilst they barely talked but made furtive glances at each other at every opportunity.
On the second date it was her eldest sister Freya who accompanied them. She was told to talk about her experience as a wife to Lord Lucas, but it was the first time she'd been out by herself since she got married without either her dull husband or her young daughter and so by her second glass, she was clearly determined to end the night happily drunk.
The evening turned out to be a complete riot and so much more fun than the first date. They ate a light meal and drank a good deal of wine in the "Sword and Sheath", a rather well to do tavern immediately outside the palace gate, where they chatted and laughed like three old friends.
"So, I rather think the magister on our first date was maybe a trifle too talkative" Sir Robyn suggested whilst topping up their glasses.
"Oh my, I thought he was never going to stop, I suspect he's still sat there even now talking in the dark on the same topic" the Princess scoffed in mirth.
"So, I saw this Knight once come into a bar on crutches with two stumps on the ends of his legs. Turns out he'd been defeeted in a duel" Sir Robyn taunted in bad taste.
Even though it wasn't that funny, and frankly a bit sick, the rather tipsy two ladies genuinely laughed out loud.
"So, you're a Knight in the castle fort. I think that's got to be the worst joke I've heard for a fortnight" Freya chipped in.
"That's so bad," Junan replied. "Maybe we should call it a knight", she giggled.
"You should write these all down and post them, but you're already covered in chain mail". Freya was in tears of laughter.
"Why do the bars around the garrison only open in the evening?" Sir Robyn started laughing at his own pun and gasping for breath "Because they're just for knightlife".
Later Sir Robyn found a private moment to kiss her for the first time.
"Why my Lord" she panted whilst blushing afterwards "how could you?" she playfully accused. Then grabbed his face and kissed him back, this time slipping her sweet tongue into his mouth and pressing her body against his hard muscles.
Afterwards she returned to her apartments flushed with excitement.
Her maid Nora helped her out of her tight dress as she talked about the evening. "I think that Sir Robyn just wants to feast on your naked body" Nora accused, which is exactly what she had let a hunky young yeoman do to her just an hour before.
"I don't think I'd mind as long as I get to see him naked too" Junan replied, then went into a crimson blush as she realised she had said that aloud.
She carried that thought to bed where she struggled to fall asleep until the sun was almost rising, her centre slick and yearning for more than her own touch.
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King Svante looked at the latest reports as he sat in his favourite chair in the king's private office. The court Sexomancer Seks'Aura was with him to help make sense of the confusing reports and relieve his anxiety. Something was brewing in Trifecta, the new combined Duchy ruled by "the Duchess". His spies had found out so little, but the constant border conflicts between the Duchies had ceased. The reports were confusing.
"There's a report about their garrison doubling in size on our border. But it's still too small to be any kind of serious threat" he sighed deeply trying to let the tensions wash away.
Seks'Aura stopped what she was preoccupied with to reply. "I think there's something important we're not seeing here" she licked her lips and continued her task.
The King closed his eyes and listened, letting his mind drift. The shrill sound of a few birds calling to each other could be heard floating in from the tower window. A clock was ticking it's constant toc on the opposite wall, mostly he never noticed it.
Then there was the gentle rhythmic sound of Sek'Aura as she so deliciously sucked on his thick cock, working her luscious lips over the bulging head and continuing down his long shaft. She could swallow him right to the base whilst using her throat muscles to rhythmically squeeze him. Then she would slowly withdraw, sucking hard on his flesh before her tongue swirled deliciously over his sensitive mushroom. Finally she would descend again, up and down, heightening his arousal and building up a surge of pleasure in his balls that would soon erupt in orgasmic release.
"Ahhhhhh" he gasped "so good, mmm, yes, yes, yes, yes!" He flooded her mouth and throat with five heavy spurts of thick semen. She gulped down each hungrily, feeling them fill her magic reserves and otherwise thoroughly enjoying the sensation of the warm salty cream as it washed over her tongue and filled her tummy. He pumped a large sweet load for an older gentleman.
"Maybe we should contact the Reverend Mother at the Guild of Sexomancers for advice" she suggested as she rose from her knees. "It's possible her network knows more."
The King nodded as he adjusted his clothing and the Sexomancer began to set up a viewing spell in his scrying bowl so they could talk, he would never cease to be amazed by this modern technology.
