Fairytale

Once upon a time, in a far, far away land called SMTOWN, there lived a prince.

But he wasn’t just any prince—he was Prince Charming. No, even that wasn’t enough qualifiers; it still wasn’t enough adjectives and definitely not enough expletives.

Prince fucking Charming. In every sense of the word that “fucking” could describe.

But you already knew that, didn’t you?

Because this wasn’t just any fairytale: this was your fairytale. And in every fairytale, there was a princess begging for that happily ever after, waiting to be swept off her feet by Prince Fucking Charming himself.

The only problem was finding that princess, but we haven’t gotten that far into the story yet.

“Magic mirror on the wall, who is the biggest of them all?” It was the mantra you kept repeating to yourself in the gold leaf mirror in front of you.

The thing about magic mirrors (or any mirrors, for that matter) was that they couldn’t tell lies: they could only reflect what the beholder saw. So, it was no surprise that the mirror in front of you, magic or not, could only compliment your naked body that was still dripping in sweat, flexing after another successful female conquest.

“You were definitely the biggest I’ve had, Your Highness. And the best, if I may add.”

Silly you to think that mirrors actually talked.

The satisfied woman on the bed behind you met your gaze in the mirror, swirling her fingers around her spent pussy that spewed out white royal batter. Joy, her name was, which was fitting for the amount of joy she squirted all over the sheets. She was a wonderful woman, but she had overstayed her welcome.

“Oh. You’re still here.”

“Was I good, Your Highness?”

She wasn’t just good—she was great. Her breasts were the right size: big, supple, a handful. And God, those wide, breedable hips would’ve carried the royal bloodline all the way to the end of the empire. It still might have, given how Joy was keen to keep your load inside her. Okay, she wasn’t just good. She wasn’t just great. She was fucking amazing.

And yet, she wasn’t the princess-to-be.

It was hard to remember all the details from last night’s bender at the village’s only X-rated tavern, Ye Olde Pube. There was a beautiful woman there that chatted you up at the bar. She did a number on your riches, burning a hole in your coffers with each round of ale she begged you to buy.

But it wasn’t the same girl you left with, that much you remembered.

Things started to spiral out of control around midnight. One too many beers, and you found yourself talking with the rats that scurried across the tavern floor. When the staff finally kicked you out after what they deemed “excessive imbibement unbecoming of the future king”, there was a giant pumpkin on wheels being hauled around by the royal horses waiting for you. It was definitely a normal carriage when you first arrived, but even beer goggles had a way of altering reality. Who the hell even knew if that woman you brought to the castle last night was a princess like she claimed? Could it have all been a dream?

If it was a dream, there was no way you wanted to wake up. Because if there was one thing that you remembered from last night after the clock struck twelve, it was that this woman’s body was immaculate.

She was blessed in all the right places. She gave you the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had. But most importantly, she had the best pussy in the kingdom, hyperboles be damned.

For all the joys that Joy just gifted, she wasn’t the tight—er, right —fit for the throne.

“You were amazing, but not who I’m looking for,” you told Joy, her own joy souring to the bad news that she would not be the future queen of SMTOWN.

“But—Your Highness! Maybe we can go another round? I promise I can do better, I can be your cumdump!”

“I’ve got other girls to see today. Please get dressed and meet me outside.”

Joy didn’t put up a fight. She knew it wasn’t her. She put on her dress and exited the bedroom as commanded. There were still a slew of women waiting for a verdict on their destiny as the future Princess of SMTOWN waiting outside. It was best not to keep the others in line still waiting their turn either, so after putting on a robe, you exited the bedroom as well. Steward Heechul stood just outside the door waiting.

“Your Highness, have you found the maiden from last night yet?”

“Continue the search, Steward Heechul.”

“But, Your Highness, your father has made it very clear you must marry by the end of this week. His Majesty has grown impatient with your drunken debaucheries and has demanded grandkids to carry on the royal lineage. You’re not going to find that woman you brought to the castle last night in a week’s time, just pick one of these previous women already.”

Heechul pointed directly behind you where the women you just had sex with waited.

Ah, yes. The promiscuous fair maidens of House Red Velvet. They were the pride of the village, a quartet of minstrels that travelled the kingdom serenading men like the sirens of old Grecian lore and enchanting them with their sultry dance moves in their suggestive bustiers.

Men and women alike travelled far and wide to hear their mesmerizing songs: Ræd Flavour, Badde Boye, and Really Badde Boye. Even the treasonous Queendom was—as the younger generation called it—a “boppe”.

The four women stood in a line just outside the bedroom door, matched in their pink dresses as they eagerly awaited your decision. You walked down the line recounting the successive sex sessions you just had with them, trying to figure out if any of these women was the woman you brought home from the tavern last night.

The first in line was Seulgi. The eldest of the three sisters, Seulgi was a little monster in the bed. She had a tight body that flowed as freely as her orgasms. And yet, for how fluid she was, she still had a hard time fully splitting her legs, unable to capture the whole length of your cock like the other girls could.

In her quest to woo and satisfy, she downed the castle’s finest red wine just before her dalliance to simulate how the woman from last night might’ve acted. And by God, was Seulgi a fucking mess, extremely more so than the woman from last night. She barely had one glass, and already she was flopping and flailing around the bed like a lost sex tyro. She repeatedly balled her hands into fists, swiping them at you and insisting she be called a bear. In her drunken clumsiness, Seulgi even managed to knock down an entire shelf off the wall. Her sophistication and professionalism on the stage was a huge departure from anything that she did underneath the sheets, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but nowhere near as couth and consummate as what you expected the eldest daughter to be.

Then there was the middle sister Wendy, that poor thing. That accident years ago at the SBS Castle had her hospitalized after they forgot to drop the drawbridge for her and she fell into the moat. Those fucking barbarians. The doctors weren’t sure if she’d ever perform again. Thank the heavens that she made a full recovery, or we wouldn’t have been able to see her comedic timing as a featured player on the jester’s court that performed live every Saturday night. SBS Castle, in an act meant to extend an olive branch of peace between the kingdoms, even gave her a soap box to stand on nightly down on Young Street where she got to interview other travelling minstrels.

She loved using her voice in all sorts of ways, but none more evident to you than in the bedroom. Wendy was a moaner. She loved the feeling of a good cock in her ass. As an entertainer, Wendy was one for the theatrics, unashamed of voicing her pleasure with each ram that battered against her castle walls, gaping for anyone demanding entrance. So much so that her moans could’ve easily been mistaken for a vocal exercise, starting in her lowest comfortable register and running all the way up to an Eb7 without much effort.

The youngest, Joy, who you just finished your time with, wasn’t as fluid as Seulgi nor as vocal as Wendy. She made up for all of that with her confidence in the bedroom, doing things that the other two sisters just couldn’t do with the perceived experience of a woman much older than her. In fact, given her height and sexual maturity, she could’ve easily been mistaken for the eldest.

And speaking of older women, the trio’s mother Lady Irene—or “mommy”, as she liked to be called in the bedroom—was an absolute goddess, but she had a reputation for being a cold, cruel, and calculated tyrant (it definitely extended into the bedroom). Word had spread all across the land about the verbal atrocities her poor stylists had to endure from her sharp, hurtful tongue, the same tongue that still knew how to pleasure a man’s cock.

Despite her reputation, she was the fairest in all the land. Women wanted to be her. Men wanted to be with her. She could’ve ended wars with a single flick of her clit and she knew it, but here she was with her daughters, hair still frazzled and breasts still drizzled in your cum, all for the chance to rule by your side. Her body held the secrets to solving the kingdom’s hunger crisis, but royalty breeds greed; the only hunger she was satisfying today was your sexual appetite for her delicious body, and boy, was she fucking delicious.

Yet, for how magical the last couple hours have been with these four beautiful women, none of them matched the sexual profile and prowess of the tight pussy from last night.

Seulgi didn’t have the breasts.

Wendy didn’t have the ass.

Joy was too tall.

And mommy Irene? Well, the girl from last night was definitely more on the “subby” side.

“So, Your Highness, have any of my girls or myself proven worthy of the throne next to you?” Lady Irene asked with an air of arrogant confidence like it was a forgone conclusion.

“You have all proven yourselves serviceable to the Crown, but my lady, you and your daughters all pale in comparison to the woman I met last night. Steward, please escort these ladies off the premises at once. And send in House Æspa, I’m sure my princess is among Lady Karina and her girls.”

“Now wait just a minute! Fuck those tramps—”

“That’s what I intend to do,” you quipped.

“No, I mean, forget those tramps, your future princess is definitely one of us! We literally taught those wenches from House Æspa how to fuck! We’re on the next level compared to those savages!”

Just as Steward Heechul was about to usher the four ladies away, you noticed another beautiful woman standing just behind them wearing the same pink dress as the other women. She was so quiet that she blended in with the rest of them, her head down trying not to attract any attention to herself. Strange then, that this mysterious woman wasn’t even introduced by Lady Irene.