Aaralon turned, and saw an astounding sight. Into the room, draped in colourful gowns, swept none other the beautiful Princess Victoria Marie. She stared hard at Memp, and began to utter a spell. Aaralon could only stare in amazement as her spell finished and Memp let out a yell of pain. His eyes widened in horror and he fell to the floor, his now severed cock falling down on top of him. The Princess laughed as Memp grabbed his prized possession and jumped out of the window, disappearing into the void before anyone knew what was going on.
The Princess stood there panting, looking around the room. Yerther lay on the bed, his eyes closed, breathing softly. He had obviously fallen asleep after the effort and pleasure of it all. Aaralon turned to face the Princess.
"W... w... what are y... you d... d... doing here Princess...s?" he stammered. She turned to him and smiled.
"You didn't know I was magical did you?" she laughed. He shook his head. "Well I am! And do you know why I got that man?" Again, Aaralon shook his head. "Because he's evil! My best friend was drawn in by his evil charms once, and he promptly fucked her so hard she died. I had to have revenge!"
Aaralon was surprised by this show of malevolence. He always thought she was a kind person.
"I'm so tired now..." she whispered, and almost collapsed. Aaralon quickly caught her as she stumbled, and the feeling of her slender body next to him began to make his cock stir. He looked into her half-closed deep blue eyes, and felt her long, curly golden hair caressing his hands. He felt his eyes drawn to her large, full breasts, which he had masturbated over many times before, and couldn?t help reach out and cup one of them. She moaned slightly.
"Take me back to my room," she murmured. Aaralon scooped her up and carried her back to her room, laying her gently on the bed.
"Pass me that vial over there," she said, and Aaralon did so. She took a sip, and was at once rejuvenated. She placed the vial down carefully on the table beside her bed, and then turned to Aaralon, pure lust in her eyes.
"I didn't get a chance to thank you," she said, licking her lips after she spoke. Aaralon was at once at full mast, making a tent in his robes. The encounter with the demon and this woman's beauty had made him very horny. But what if her 'Daddy' had stationed some sort of scrying device in the room? "Are you worried about this?" she asked, holding up a small item of jewellery. "Daddy gave it to me, and I thought it was too nice to be true, so I took it to Lord Bathrall." Aaralon nodded, Lord Bathrall was one of the best magic item creators in the world. "He looked at it and identified it as a scrying device. For some money and the promise to set him up with my mother for one night, he removed the spell."
Aaralon nodded, he was much relieved. This meant he could finally give in to his desires.
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