Princess Lucy stood and admired her image in the large mirror. Her best friend and maid Anne Marie sat watching from a chair.
"Do you think my breasts are too large?" questioned Lucy, turning this way and that appraising the full, round exquisite globes.
"Oh no!" gasped Anne Marie "They are perfect, I wish that mine were so beautiful, if my fiancΓ© Jack ever saw yours I think he would just faint!"
Lucy smiled, her breasts had started blossoming when she was 16 and over the last 3 years had filled out till they were two large ripe mounds, they were very firm with hardly a hint of sag, sitting high and proud on her chest. And they were perfectly crowned with long thick nipples, at the moment these nipples were standing to attention before the cool breeze that was blowing softly through her open window high in the tallest tower of her fathers Palace.
Anne Marie admired her friend, her breasts were indeed perfect but they were not the only assets that Lucy's possessed, she had always been destined to be the most beautiful woman in the land, her mother, Queen Ingrid had been the daughter of a great Northern king and had the high cheekbones and blonde hair of her people. Lucy had inherited her mother's facial features; beside her long golden hair she had full pouting red lips and deep blue eyes, perfect white teeth and a cute little nose. All in all, she possessed the stunning face of an angel.
At a little over average height her legs were long and athletic, toned from riding in her father's forests and fields, atop her long legs her pert, tight bottom was firm and rounded, soft as silk and without a blemish or flaw. Her pussy was covered with a sparse forest of blonde hair making it look almost bald while her stomach was slim and toned.
There was not a man in her father's kingdom that would not, having gazed upon her beauty, have given his soul to have her hand in marriage. But the king was not ready yet to give away his daughter; he loved her deeply and wanted her to enjoy her youth for a little while yet before he looked for a suitable husband.
Princess Lucy was unsure if she was ready to marry, she had sat and talked with Anne Marie for many an hour about Anne Marie's fiancΓ© Jack, she knew all about how they would meet at midnight by the lake to make love once or twice a week, she had heard about Jack's mighty cock and the pleasure it gave her friend and about how he would pull out of her before he spent over her ass or belly so that she would not become pregnant. Lucy wondered what it would be like to be taken by a handsome man with a large throbbing prick, but she knew that such things were not for her, at least until after she was married. Her maids and servants may well have enjoyed many a romp outside of wedlock but it would never do for a Princess, the eldest daughter of the Great King George no less, to be taken by a lake like a common slut!
Lucy smiled at her friend, she was so pretty and sweet, and she knew she would miss her when she was married and left to have children. Together they went to her dressing room and Anne Marie carefully dressed her Princess in her gown for that night's ball. Her ball dress was long and puffed out into silks and lace, all as white as snow, beneath her gown a tight corset pinched her waist, emphasising her bust which though not greatly revealed by the modest neckline strained against the material, leaving no man lucky enough to gaze upon her in any doubt that there were glorious fruits beneath the silken front.
That night Lucy danced with a dozen different suitors; they all gazed into her eyes and wished that they could be the ones to have her hand in marriage. Many of her dance partners gained large erections as they danced with the Princess, and such was the unbearable pleasure of her closeness that one young Prince got so excited that he came in his pants and had to quickly leave the ballroom to clean up his mess.
As the night was coming to a close there was suddenly a loud commotion, a man dressed all in black burst into the hall. Guards who rushed to stop him were sent crashing across the ball at a gesture from his hand. He came and stood before the King and threw back his hood to reveal the face of the Evil Sorcerer Damon.
"What are you doing Damon" Shouted the King "How dare you enter my castle like this".