shonitbajaj
05-01-2009, 08:50 AM
Writer : Bradley Stoke
The golden hills stretched further onward under the blue, cloud-dappled sky, the shining sun bringing a hallucinogenically sharp contrast to the trees and bushes against the meadows. As Candice ascended the hills, her sandaled feet crushing the daisies and buttercups that pebbled the grass, she could make out ahead of her, at last, the silhouette, clouded and still hazy, of the mountain kingdom she sought. The Staff of Readiness was gripped firmly in her right hand, giving to its owner that extra stamina and energy that all these leagues of travel would surely have defeated a lesser woman. Around her shoulders was wrapped the Shawl of Comfort, which would warm Candice through the coldest night on the snow-swept mountains. And around her waist was tied a strong leather belt in which she secured the Purse of Plenty and in its sheath, too deadly sharp otherwise, the diamond-keen Sword of Valour.
A warm breeze lifted up a lock of her long brown hair, brushing a few strands across her freckled nose. The breeze also lifted aside her cloak, under which Candice wore little. Her travels had not been kind to her once-beautiful and costly clothes, now all torn and ragged. She wore a singlet which covered one but not both of her proud full breasts, their nipples stiff in the early afternoon sun, and not secured at all, as clothes for women are not designed to so secure, her penis which protruded erect, the skin drawn off the shining glans, as was ever the case, and the veins along its length straining to hold upright a stiff penis that would be a proud boast for any man, but most extraordinary indeed on a woman. Especially on a woman of such comeliness as Candice.
She regarded her penis as it stretched ahead of her, at a rigid upright to the perpendicular of her stride: the curse that had brought her so much misery, a few desperate moments of pleasure and was the cause for her quest for the Golden Knot, whose magical properties would bring her suffering to an end. At last! She would once again be a normal woman, able to enjoy the pleasure of vaginal intercourse and the very different, but, she now knew, immeasurably richer delights of pleasuring herself.
As she ascended the brow of the hill she could hear panting and gasping, unmistakeably those of sexual pleasure, but coming from two very dissimilar voices. One being that of a girl and the other, Candice was sure, of a dog. And, as Candice espied over the next ridge, a dog and a girl were indeed the two participants. The dog was a plain, wolf-like animal, of the breed common to the farms and smallholdings of the Bramblewood Union Hills. He was atop a naked girl whose long reddish plaits fell down on either side of a red freckled face, paws drooping over her back and his pelvis thrusting in and out of the girl’s behind. He was gasping and panting in the urgent whiney manner of canine sexual pleasure, while the girl’s face held an expression of beatific pleasure as the dog’s thrusts brought her to ecstasy. Her own gasps were unfeigned and urgent, shrill and guttural in equal measures.
The girl raised her head as Candice came into view, a broad grin across her face.
“Good morrow, sweet maiden! How comes you to our sweet hills?”
Candice smiled and stood a few steps away from the girl and her dog, who was now thrusting more from habit than desire, warily aware of another person’s presence.
“Good morrow, my sweet damsel,” Candice saluted, standing astride, her cloak parted to show to its best advantage her fearsome sword and her erect penis. “I am journeying to the Kankun Mountains, beyond the great plains of Pi. I am in need of sustenance and rest. Know ye of a place where that I can find? I have the means to pay for my lodgings.”
“I do indeed, madam,” the girl replied. “But first I must apologise for my rudeness in so kneeling like this. I would arise to greet you, but Valiant, my faithful hound, has me caught in a terrible knot and I cannot escape without doing great hurt to both myself and my beloved pet.”
Candice laughed indulgently. “And so I see! Your Valiant is indeed a very loving pet. In fact, it is a knot, but a very different knot that I seek. The Golden Knot, which is known to be in the Kankun Mountains, and rumoured to be guarded by a fierce cockatrice. This is why I come striding so many leagues across your lands and towards the distant snowy peaks.”
“But why is it you who so ventures, brave mistress? Ought you not to be sending brave knights on this quest to bring you home the sacred jewel and perhaps by proving their worth to take your hand in marriage?”
“It is not choice that drives me in this direction. It is I who have to make union with the Golden Knot, for it is only by such means that I can be cured of the curse which bedevils me and denies me the pleasure to which your dog has so generously given you.”
“And what curse is that, if you please, madam?”
“It is this!” announced Candice theatrically, pulling her cloak to one side and grasping the sheath of her penis in the forefinger and thumb of one hand. “The Warlock of the Golden Circle has cursed me with the possession of an ever erect penis. No longer do I possess a sweet cunt in which can sink a knight’s throbbing mettle nor even the tongue of my waiting maids. Instead I have this accursed thing!” Candice shook it angrily, but it bounced back and forth on the tight coil beneath the pubic hairs. “Curse the Warlock! And curse even more my foolish words on that fateful day!”
“But what is amiss with having possession of such a splendid thing?” wondered the girl, still on her knees, with her dog’s penis still deep inside her vagina, locked in place by the trick of his canine anatomy. “I had seen the thing when you cast your cloak to one side, but I thought it was perhaps a trick of the eye or else a curious, exotic toy or bauble that you choose to carry.”
“Besides the freakish nature of this ‘gift’ and the loss of my beloved cunt,” Candice replied, “it gives me great nuisance when I wish to piss. I cannot let a trickle of urine leave me until my penis is sated and has released itself of sperm. And then only when I have released a volume of semen, does my penis shrivel and become able to urinate. But as soon as I have relieved myself in this way, and I needs must be fast as the competing calls of nature do give battle, for all too soon my cock once again regains its stiffness and I can piss no more.”
The golden hills stretched further onward under the blue, cloud-dappled sky, the shining sun bringing a hallucinogenically sharp contrast to the trees and bushes against the meadows. As Candice ascended the hills, her sandaled feet crushing the daisies and buttercups that pebbled the grass, she could make out ahead of her, at last, the silhouette, clouded and still hazy, of the mountain kingdom she sought. The Staff of Readiness was gripped firmly in her right hand, giving to its owner that extra stamina and energy that all these leagues of travel would surely have defeated a lesser woman. Around her shoulders was wrapped the Shawl of Comfort, which would warm Candice through the coldest night on the snow-swept mountains. And around her waist was tied a strong leather belt in which she secured the Purse of Plenty and in its sheath, too deadly sharp otherwise, the diamond-keen Sword of Valour.
A warm breeze lifted up a lock of her long brown hair, brushing a few strands across her freckled nose. The breeze also lifted aside her cloak, under which Candice wore little. Her travels had not been kind to her once-beautiful and costly clothes, now all torn and ragged. She wore a singlet which covered one but not both of her proud full breasts, their nipples stiff in the early afternoon sun, and not secured at all, as clothes for women are not designed to so secure, her penis which protruded erect, the skin drawn off the shining glans, as was ever the case, and the veins along its length straining to hold upright a stiff penis that would be a proud boast for any man, but most extraordinary indeed on a woman. Especially on a woman of such comeliness as Candice.
She regarded her penis as it stretched ahead of her, at a rigid upright to the perpendicular of her stride: the curse that had brought her so much misery, a few desperate moments of pleasure and was the cause for her quest for the Golden Knot, whose magical properties would bring her suffering to an end. At last! She would once again be a normal woman, able to enjoy the pleasure of vaginal intercourse and the very different, but, she now knew, immeasurably richer delights of pleasuring herself.
As she ascended the brow of the hill she could hear panting and gasping, unmistakeably those of sexual pleasure, but coming from two very dissimilar voices. One being that of a girl and the other, Candice was sure, of a dog. And, as Candice espied over the next ridge, a dog and a girl were indeed the two participants. The dog was a plain, wolf-like animal, of the breed common to the farms and smallholdings of the Bramblewood Union Hills. He was atop a naked girl whose long reddish plaits fell down on either side of a red freckled face, paws drooping over her back and his pelvis thrusting in and out of the girl’s behind. He was gasping and panting in the urgent whiney manner of canine sexual pleasure, while the girl’s face held an expression of beatific pleasure as the dog’s thrusts brought her to ecstasy. Her own gasps were unfeigned and urgent, shrill and guttural in equal measures.
The girl raised her head as Candice came into view, a broad grin across her face.
“Good morrow, sweet maiden! How comes you to our sweet hills?”
Candice smiled and stood a few steps away from the girl and her dog, who was now thrusting more from habit than desire, warily aware of another person’s presence.
“Good morrow, my sweet damsel,” Candice saluted, standing astride, her cloak parted to show to its best advantage her fearsome sword and her erect penis. “I am journeying to the Kankun Mountains, beyond the great plains of Pi. I am in need of sustenance and rest. Know ye of a place where that I can find? I have the means to pay for my lodgings.”
“I do indeed, madam,” the girl replied. “But first I must apologise for my rudeness in so kneeling like this. I would arise to greet you, but Valiant, my faithful hound, has me caught in a terrible knot and I cannot escape without doing great hurt to both myself and my beloved pet.”
Candice laughed indulgently. “And so I see! Your Valiant is indeed a very loving pet. In fact, it is a knot, but a very different knot that I seek. The Golden Knot, which is known to be in the Kankun Mountains, and rumoured to be guarded by a fierce cockatrice. This is why I come striding so many leagues across your lands and towards the distant snowy peaks.”
“But why is it you who so ventures, brave mistress? Ought you not to be sending brave knights on this quest to bring you home the sacred jewel and perhaps by proving their worth to take your hand in marriage?”
“It is not choice that drives me in this direction. It is I who have to make union with the Golden Knot, for it is only by such means that I can be cured of the curse which bedevils me and denies me the pleasure to which your dog has so generously given you.”
“And what curse is that, if you please, madam?”
“It is this!” announced Candice theatrically, pulling her cloak to one side and grasping the sheath of her penis in the forefinger and thumb of one hand. “The Warlock of the Golden Circle has cursed me with the possession of an ever erect penis. No longer do I possess a sweet cunt in which can sink a knight’s throbbing mettle nor even the tongue of my waiting maids. Instead I have this accursed thing!” Candice shook it angrily, but it bounced back and forth on the tight coil beneath the pubic hairs. “Curse the Warlock! And curse even more my foolish words on that fateful day!”
“But what is amiss with having possession of such a splendid thing?” wondered the girl, still on her knees, with her dog’s penis still deep inside her vagina, locked in place by the trick of his canine anatomy. “I had seen the thing when you cast your cloak to one side, but I thought it was perhaps a trick of the eye or else a curious, exotic toy or bauble that you choose to carry.”
“Besides the freakish nature of this ‘gift’ and the loss of my beloved cunt,” Candice replied, “it gives me great nuisance when I wish to piss. I cannot let a trickle of urine leave me until my penis is sated and has released itself of sperm. And then only when I have released a volume of semen, does my penis shrivel and become able to urinate. But as soon as I have relieved myself in this way, and I needs must be fast as the competing calls of nature do give battle, for all too soon my cock once again regains its stiffness and I can piss no more.”