Once upon a time but perhaps not quite as long as you might think, in the mysterious realm of Aldebaran, there was a soldier named Wesley Finn. Wesley was young but of an age just old enough to volunteer for service. He'd been raised by his widowed mother with a sense of duty and it had always been his dream to be one of the Queen's guards. Being so young and of a low station, he of course knew that he'd have to work his way up the ranks and prove himself if he ever wanted to serve the Queen in Red. With that duty in mind he was soon assigned to guarding the south outer gate.
Guarding those gates was perhaps the worst of the jobs a soldier could get outside of cleaning the latrines. It wasn't that the job was disgusting or even hard so much as it was boring and hot. Of the three outer gates, the south was by far the most mind numbing. Once a week or so a couple of traders made their way up from Cisalda to sell their wares at the market in Star Plaza. Beyond inspecting the rare wagon for smuggled goods, the young soldier spent most of his days staring out into the dull tan hills along the road, his green eyes nearly always squinting against the hot rays of the afternoon sun.
It was during one of his breaks that the young man found himself looking northward into the town. Across the plaza from the guard house stood a dance studio. The town of Aldebaran proper was filled with many similar studios, especially around the Queen's palace. Various artists from the college would set up shop hoping to impress the royal family with their painting, dancing, or sculpture. The members of the Queen's court were well known for their patronage of the arts.
Wesley had never really paid too much attention to the non-food shops around the plaza other than as an escape from the boredom. On this particular day however he first took notice of an incredible beauty passing from window to window. She would skip and dance along with the other dancers as she learned her steps. It wasn't until a week later that he learned her name was Wendi and that she had shown up in town quite mysteriously. It was several months later that the shy young lad day crossed paths with her in the market.
Fortunately for his fragile ego, Wendi was no wall flower and soon picked up a conversation with the well tanned young lad. Fortune seemed to smile upon the couple's courtship and as time went by Wesley was promoted for his steadfastness, especially after single-handedly uncovering an assassin attempting to sneak past the walls. Guarding the Palace itself was a much more prestigious position. Additionally the Dream Djinni Dance Troupe to which Wendi belonged became popular for their artistic interpretations of mortals battling against the forces of the underworld.
Wesley was on duty at the Palace the night that his now fiancé Wendi was to make her debut performance for the Queen in Red and her consort when the soldier heard his beloved's screams echoing down the hall. He had grown to know her so well that he could hear the panic in what should have been well acted screams of faux-terror.
Dashing from his post, the young solider came to the doors of the palace theater only to discover them mystically barred. Other guards were gathering and bringing weapons to bear on the wooden doors but they were all turned aside by the foul magics on the door.
"WENDI!" Wesley yelled before desperately slamming his shoulder to the door. Unable to bear against the light of the warrior's faith, the doors shattered against the heroic bull-rush.
Up on the stage was a half dressed Wendi. Her costume was a mess of tatters leaving her full and womanly breasts exposed as well as her long dancer's legs. She was on all fours with a very naked red skinned and goat horned devil kneeling behind her. While the fiend was intent on mounting the poor girl, they were still physically separated with the creature's foul looking cock dangling free.
All around the theater the audience was stock still apparently paralyzed by the devil's spell. Even behind him with the door open, his fellow guards were unable to convince themselves to advance. One of them even fell over. It looked as though it was up to him.
"Hold foul creature. That is my future wife you have there."
"Ho ho mortal." The devil sneered. "Her virginity has been traded to me for the success of this dance troupe."
"By who?" Wesley asked, shocked.
"By him." The devil responded, his serpent-like tail swaying back and forth behind him as he gestured to the cowering manager of the troupe. It was not unheard of for failing business owners to make deals with dark forces.
"She was not his to give." The desperate soldier argued not sure how he was going to get Wendi free.
"I say she is." The devil shot back, pulling Wendi's exposed ass up into the air as if readying a target.
Desperate to save his beloved from such a fate, Wesley quickly demanded. "Then I challenge you."
The devil's eyes lit up with all the fires of hell. "Oh, this will be fun." The creature taunted, dropping Wendi back to the stage. Invoking a duel with a creature of the underworld was perhaps not the smartest thing that Wesley had ever done. By the rules that governed such things it was the Devil's right to choose the weapons.
"I will have your gay little ass cumming like a little slut for me in a cock fight right here a fortnight from now. Then I will have you both as my personal slaves. Agreed?"
Wesley hesitated for a moment, repulsed by the way the demon was suddenly running its gazed over his body. "I will face you and defeat you." The soldier did a valiant job of putting on a brave face.
With a lewd stroke to its own twisted shaft and a puff of foul smelling brimstone, the hell-spawn vanished back to the pits of hell.
It seemed to Wesley that it took a moment for the Devil's spell to wear off once it was gone. In reality it just took the spectators a moment to push back the memory of what had happened. Each person there from the members of the dance troupe up to the imposing form of the surprisingly well muscled Queen in Red had deep down really wanted to see that devil defile Wendi on that stage if just for that moment. Many would go on to purge that memory completely from their heads. One future devil worshiper would masturbate 6 times later that night thinking about it.
When all were themselves again Wesley found himself surrounded by small herd of well wishers. As the middle of five children to an over-worked widowed mother Wesley was used to making his way through the world on his own terms and was often ignored. Now he was the man who had resisted a devil's spell. The Queen herself, standing a good head taller than anyone else, pushed her way through the crowd to personally congratulate Wesley and Wendi on the pureness of their love.
That night, Wendi said her own personal thank you to her future husband by kneeling before him and taking his thick young member between her lips for the first time. Between the bobs of her head along his eager shaft she confessed her desire to take him into her pussy but that having gotten to this age as a dancer while keeping her hymen intact she wanted to save that as a special gift for him on their wedding night. He quickly flooded her mouth with his seed after that. It was his first real orgasm outside of the occasional wet dream.
The next morning Wesley woke with a start as he realized someone was in his apartment. Though he maintained a bed in the palace barracks, his position guarding the palace itself allowed him to pay for quarters in the town as well. Wendi was still lying in the bed next to him so that rattling sound wasn't her. Wesley took a moment to admire the way her white gown showed off her dancer's curves while at the same time concealing her body from view and was instantly rewarded by the throb of his morning wood.
Getting up slowly so as not to make too much of a sound, Wesley crept for his pants but as he turned the corner he came face to face with a roguishly handsome man.
"Ahh, you must be Wesley." The man said as his hand darted with the speed of a striking snake right for Wesley's huge erection. The young soldier let out a gasp as pleasure shot through his rigid dick.
"My name is Duke Simon." The man who had Wesley's cock firmly in hand said casually even while he was stroking it up and down between clearly expert fingers. "Oh, and this must be the lovely Wendi." He smiled charmingly to the dancer still only partially covered by the gauzy fabric dangling from her shoulders.
Wesley was struggling to get a word in edge wise and not succeeding at all as the Duke worked his fingers up and down along his shaft. Wendi's eyes were locked on that hand, mesmerized by their skill as her fiancé's dick jerked and oozed with lust.
"The Queen has asked me to see to your training." Simon pulled the inexperienced soldier around, forcing him to face his love. "And from the looks of it, we have a lot of work to do." Two more rapid strokes downward and Wesley was coming at the hands of another for only the second time in his life. And this time at the hands of a man he had just met and to his humiliation all over his love's pure white clothes.
Wendi gasped as the warm seed splashed along her front making the already translucent nightgown now completely see through. Both men could easily see as her nipples stiffened and her breath quickened. "On the bright side," Simon laughed "it looks as though we have a volunteer to help with your training."
Wesley hadn't really even noticed when Duke Simon left. He was just sitting there on his knees in the middle of the hallway. Wendi has pragmatically removed her sleep gown and tossed it to the side though her now naked flesh still glistened with some of Wesley's spent seed.
"Let's get you dressed." She whispered in her beloved's ear, getting him to his feet. "And fed. You must be famished."
She moved about casually through the apartment gathering clothes and a spare bit of dried meat for him to snack on. At no point during all this did Wesley take his eyes from her naked body and by the time she returned to slip his pants on, the humiliated soldier's erection was once again at full mast.
