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.

“Hold on,” you said, walking up to this fifth woman who you hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting yet. “And who, if I may ask, is this wonderful woman?”

Your fingers grasped onto hers. In that moment, a familiar and undeniable feeling unlike anything you had ever felt before started to spread across your body. She reacted in kind, and as she squeezed a little tighter, your fingers grazed the back of her hand, her soft skin feeling even more familiar. Her eyes fixated on you playing with her knuckles before she looked up with a mix of relief and joy expressed in that beautiful face.

Lady Irene’s boots beat against the stone floor toward you, her hand leaving a sting on yours as she broke up the skinship. She wedged herself between you two, Lady Irene’s cum-soaked breasts now acting as a makeshift contraceptive and preventing you from going any further with this mysterious woman.

“She’s nobody, Your Highness! She’s just a servant who works for us. Pay no attention to her!”

“She’s also our stepsister!” Seulgi slurred, still obviously inebriated from the glass of wine she downed earlier.

“Hush, Seulgi!” Lady Irene scolded. She was irate, but she already had her turn to convince you she was the woman from last night. Now was the time to explore your options, no matter who it may have been. You pushed Lady Irene away and grabbed at this beautiful woman’s hand again.

“I didn’t ask you who she was. I asked her. What’s your name, my lady?”

“Yeri, Your Highness.”

“Yeri. That’s a lovely name, Yeri. Have we met before?” Yeri looked over to the other four women in the hallway as if she was looking for some kind of permission to speak. “It’s okay, don’t worry about them. Speak freely. Have we met before?”

Yeri nodded.

“Liar!” Lady Irene yelled out. She once again intervened, grabbing Yeri’s hand and dragging her away toward the exit. “We’re leaving now, come on girls! Let the future King of SMTOWN have his fun with those women from House Æspa!”

“As the Prince of SMTOWN, I order you to stop!”

Lady Irene had no choice but to stop, lest she suffer a punishment for crimes against the Crown.

“If it’s okay with you, Yeri, would you like to escort me to my bedroom?”

“Well, it’s not okay with me,” Lady Irene protested, though it wasn’t like her opinion mattered anyway. You grabbed Yeri’s hand a third time, this time without anyone intervening, and led Yeri into your sleeping quarters, though it wasn’t like there was going to be any sleeping.

You barely had a moment to turn around after closing the door before Yeri lunged forward and pinned you against the door.

“I knew you’d recognize me, daddy!” Yeri exclaimed, kissing you as her hands reached down to pull your robe off.

“You will address me as Your Highness, young lady!”

“That’s not what you told me to call you last night, daddy.” Her naughty hands continued to tug on your robe, lips still attacking yours with fervor.

Was she really the woman from last night? No, it couldn’t have been. How could a lowly scullion, working for her stepmother no less, be the woman from last night? The woman last night said she was a princess: Yeri seemed far from being one.

“Stop,” you commanded her. Yeri pulled away waiting for her next command. “If you really were the woman I brought to the castle, tell me what happened last night.”

“Well, my friend was chatting you up at the bar, having multiple drinks with you and hyping me up.”

“I remember that girl, but I don’t think she ever gave me her name.”

“That was Taeyeon, or as I like to call her, my Fairy Godmother.”

“Fairy Godmother? Why Fairy Godmother?”

“Because she’s my wing woman and looks after me like a real mother would, unlike that stepwitch outside. Wings, so fairy. Ergo, Fairy Godmother.”

“Ok, and then what happened?”

“Well, she introduced you to me and you started rubbing the back of my hand in the same way you did in the hallway just now. You said it was the softest hands you’d ever felt. We talked for a little bit before they kicked you out and you asked me to accompany you back to your castle.”

“Big deal,” you said, “your story sounds just like the stories your stepmother and stepsisters told me, yet none of them turned out to be the woman from last night. Why should I believe you?”

“Well, first of all, we never came to your bedroom last night. We went to your sex dungeon.”

“Sex dungeon? We don’t have a sex dungeon.”

Yeri’s face lit up like she finally knew how she could prove her story. “Technically, it’s just the dungeon, but we found different uses for the torture devices you keep down there.”

No one was supposed to know where the dungeon was. If she really did know, maybe she really was there with you last night. The ladies of House Red Velvet were all standing in front of you as you reopened the door, their curious ears presumed to be previously pressed against the now-open door.

“Alright, Yeri. If you’re telling the truth, you should have no problem leading the way there,” you told her. Lady Irene and her daughters moved out of the way, a look of contempt painted on each of their faces as Yeri haughtily walked past them.

“Certainly.”

Down the hallway and flight of stairs, past the servants’ living quarters, and out into the garden until Yeri stopped in front of a heavy wooden door in the ground just beyond the view of the watchtower. It was definitely the entrance to the dungeon.

“Believe me now?” Yeri asked.

“Doesn’t prove anything; anyone could’ve passed by this. Heck, I might’ve even told you last night while I was drunk.”

“Ha, see! So you admit to seeing me at the tavern last night!”

“No, no, I just meant, if you were there, I might’ve said something about the dungeon’s location that you may have heard. Still doesn’t mean I took you back here last night. You gotta show me.”

Of course, Yeri knew. She opened the door, leading you down the stairs into the dark abyss.

The dungeon was a place that no one ever wanted to find themselves in, but Yeri’s face glowed with glee, a stark contrast to the torches on the wall that barely lit up the suffocating chamber. Shackles lined every wall while various torture devices scattered across the room: an iron maiden in one corner; a torture rack in the other; and in the middle of the dungeon, a pillory. Yeri didn’t even pay attention to any of that, at least not yet. She grabbed your hand, leading you to the other end of the dungeon. There, a mirror hung on the wall just above an uncomfortable looking bed.

Yeri sat you down on the thin canvas mattress filled with straw and backed up just a little. There was just enough light in the dungeon to see that Yeri was standing in front of you awaiting further instruction, but not enough to see her face in full detail. Perhaps the dimness of the room factored into why you couldn’t remember what this woman looked like last night. Still, the vivid image of every curve and crevice of her body remained even through the drunken haze: that was the only way to know if Yeri was telling the truth.

“Okay, so here’s how it’s going to work,” you started, the stone walls creating a tight reverb in the underground dungeon. “If you are who you say you are, then you and I will get married by the end of the week, and we shall consummate our marriage and have beautiful kids.”

“Why wait until the end of the week when you can breed me now?” Yeri was an enthusiastic instigator, and it was honestly the hottest thing anyone had said to you all day. It would be a shame if Yeri wasn’t telling the truth after the high expectations she set for herself.

“First, I have to find out if you are who you say you are. Take off your dress.”

Yeri didn’t even hesitate, her pink dress dropping to the floor before you could even finish your sentence. In the shadows, gone was the poofy outline of her dress. Instead, her real shape was revealed, but it was still hard to tell in the dark.

“Come closer.”

The hay on the floor rustled as Yeri paced forward, her body finally being revealed underneath the light from the torch nearest you. She now stood only inches away, her tight folds greeting you like a forgotten friend finally remembered. She still had her bustier on which made it hard to tell if those breasts that overflowed from the top of her undergarment was God-given or just an illusion. In that moment, you wanted to rip it off and find out, but good things take time, sweet prince.

You continued to stare at Yeri’s amazing frame in stunned silence, unable to give her the next command. The lights simultaneously flickered as the room temporarily went completely dark, but it wasn’t until Yeri started to bend down and straddle your lap did you realize that she pulled off your robe over your head, leaving you completely naked.

Those soft hands of hers grabbed onto yours again, gently placing them on her own hips before wrapping her arms around your neck. Her lips were even softer than her delicate fingers; they tickled every part of your neck and laid claim to every square inch of your cheek before finally finding their way to your lips. Plump, playful, and passionate: exactly as how you remembered the kisses from the woman last night.

The hay mattress beneath you started to aggressively rustle as Yeri started to gyrate against your lap. Your hands dug into her hips as you brought her closer with each rotation, Yeri teasing your hardening cock with her delectable entrance.

You decided to return the favor of playful kisses, lips smooching her cheeks and trailing down toward her neck. Yeri let out a restrained laugh before you felt her hands grab onto the hair on the back of your head and guide you to her breasts.

The smell of her lavender perfume grew stronger as you nibbled at the top of her squishy chest, a welcome relief from the musk that filled the rest of the dungeon. Your curious hands left Yeri’s hips and found its way to the front of her bustier, tugging at the lace that kept it all together in the front.

Little by little, the lace started to become undone as you pulled it through each eyelet, loosening its grip on Yeri’s mouthwatering torso until the only thing to discover was her breasts. It had already taken so much time to delicately undo it up to this point that taking another minute would’ve been actual torture. Having loosened her bustier enough, Yeri held up her arms as you pulled it off her, her chest now completely bare.

Turns out they really were God-given and not a product of her undergarment.

“Go ahead. Feel it. I want you to remember how they felt the first time you sucked on them last night.”

Yeri’s hands grasped onto your knees as she leaned back slightly to give you a better angle. You continued peppering her flawless skin with your kisses that sucked at her perfect breasts. Your hands couldn’t resist the action either, moving up her torso until they cupped the underside of her breasts and fingers carefully moving up and circling around her nipples. They were definitely the size you remembered.

Yeri let out a moan. “Yes, that’s it.”

She wrapped her arms around your neck again, allowing herself to lean further back while you sunk deeper into her cleavage. The sharp tang of her glistening skin mixed with the sweet notes of her lavender perfume, leaving a vaguely familiar aftertaste in your mouth. It was all a satisfying appetizer, but it wasn’t really what you were here for. Yeri could tell you were growing impatient just by the feeling of your cock still throbbing against her entrance. She pulled herself back up, her damp, blessed chest now pressed against yours.

“This was the point where you asked me to call you ‘daddy’, and then we fucked,” she said.

Who were you to say no to that? Surely, even a pauper wouldn’t be dumb enough to turn that down. She knew the details from last night and she had the body to match, but still, one detail didn’t seem to add up: she wasn’t a princess or nobility. Not that social class mattered, but it was one of the few things you could remember her telling you about herself last night. This girl definitely wasn’t a princess. It was almost enough to actually turn her down, especially with Lady Karina and that gorgeous body of hers still waiting for you at the castle. Now THAT was a pair of breasts that would look good on your future princess.

Still, Yeri deserved a chance to explain.

“Okay, but I remember the woman from last night said she was a princess. You’re—”

“Not a princess?” Yeri interrupted. “You’re right. I did say I was a princess, and I didn’t lie about that. But you’re forgetting one important detail.”

“Oh?”

“I’m not just any princess, I’m daddy’s little princess.” The tone in her voice suddenly shifted from sultry and seductive to cute and playful: “And I’ve been a naughty little girl and deserve a punishment.”

Of course. How could you forget? Memories from last night finally started to come out from underneath the haze of inebriation, flowing as freely as the ale from the tavern. Every moment was as clear as the cups they served it in as well.

Yeri was definitely the girl from last night.

You grabbed underneath her thighs, standing up as Yeri’s legs locked around your waist and her arms wrapped around your neck. You shuffled your way to a nearby wall, just close enough to one of the hanging torches to see Yeri’s perfect body hugging yours, her face now fully lit.

“Daddy! You do remember!”

With your memory almost completely back, it seemed like the perfect time to take a stroll down memory lane. You teased Yeri just like you did the night before, rubbing the tip of your cock against her clit before penetrating her, but only just a little; you wanted her to get just a taste of the hot sex the two of you had last night. If she wanted more, if she really wanted to be the princess, she had to beg for it. You pulled out before Yeri could really savor the moment, and she shuddered when she realized her pussy was empty.

Yeri pouted as she commanded, “God, daddy, fuck me just like how you did last night.”

“What do good little princesses say?”

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, daddy.”

Enough games. You wanted to take Yeri’s tight pussy just as badly as she wanted a dick filling her up. She looked down to make sure you would follow through this time, watching as your cock slowly disappeared inside her. The grip of Yeri’s legs tightened around your hips to prevent you from pulling out again. Yeri wasn’t playing around this time; she wanted it all, no matter how wrecked she was going to feel later.

God, she was just as tight as you remembered.

The humidity of the dungeon preserved Yeri’s orgasm from last night, dripping from the middle of the stone wall next to you. It was a reminder of the things that Yeri’s body could do when pushed to the edge of orgasm, as well as a reminder of all the places in the dungeon that you both sullied.

And yet, it wasn’t in this position that Yeri came.

Yeri smiled as you let her down from the wall knowing what was to come. In response, she unhooked her legs and arms around you. “So you remember how I liked it then, huh?” Yeri asked.

“Shut up and turn around.” Before she could even follow the command, you grabbed at her waist, at those baby-making hips, and turned her around yourself.

There was a handprint in red on her right ass cheek. You lightly pressed your own hand against it—it was definitely by your own doing. There was no doubt about it now, Yeri was definitely here last night.

“I see you remember how you liked to punish me last night, daddy.”

You grabbed at Yeri’s wrists and pinned them above her head against the wall. Yeri spread her legs just enough for you to squeeze through into her tight folds once more before squeezing them together again.

“Ah! Don’t stop, daddy!” Yeri winced at the first couple thrusts as your pelvis crashed into her from behind, agitating the stinging red mark you left her the night before. But she couldn’t deny the pleasure she felt with your cock pumping into her, either.

“I’m going to count down from three, princess. And if you haven’t cum yet when I hit zero, you’re getting a spanking on your other cheek. Do I make myself clear?”

Yeri bit her lip and nodded, enduring the pain and pleasure radiating through her body with every thrust of your cock into her.

“Three. Two. One. Zero.”

At the count of zero, you stopped thrusting, peeling your little princess off the wall to check if she had left any evidence of an orgasm yet.

Nope.

“Ugh!” Yeri let out as you smacked her on the left butt cheek, the first one just a light tap.

“That one was a warning. If you don’t follow my directions, I will go harder, got it?”

“Yes, daddy.”

You began thrusting again, this time a little harder. Her nails scratched against the stone wall, desperately trying to hold in an orgasm; she really loved getting her ass slapped.

“Daddy, ah, I just can’t, you’re so big!”

“Three. Two. One. Zero.”

You stopped again. Despite her confession, she still hadn’t reached orgasm. She let out a sigh of relief knowing she held on just long enough to get another slap that she so desperately desired.

“I guess I should get punished again, huh?” This time, Yeri giggled as she received not one but two slaps on her left cheek, each slap more boisterous than the previous one. “Ooh, harder, daddy!” Yeri begged.

Her left ass cheek was starting to match the redness of the punishment she received on her right cheek. Yeri was close. You could feel it in the way Yeri lifted up against the wall as her toes started curling beneath her. It wasn’t long now before she was trading in the pleasure from her pain for the pain of being pleasured.

“This time, I’m going to count from ten.”

“Ten? I can’t last that long! Please, back to three, I want to be punished!”

“Too bad, Yeri.”

You started to thrust again, but this time, there would be no mercy. Yeri deserved to feel the full length and speed of a pistoning cock inside her womb until she finally came.

“Ten. Nine.”

Her toes started to curl again, fingers scratching against the wall like nails on a chalkboard.

“Eight. Seven.”

Her fingers started to ball into fists. She bit hard onto her bottom lip trying to resist the temptation to cum.

“Six. Five.”

Yeri was starting to talk out loud to herself by this point, desperately trying to be her own personal motivator, “Come on, Yeri, you—FUCK—got this. Just a couple—AH—more seconds. Just one. More. Slap!”

“Four. Three.”

Her legs started to tremble and her hips no longer bounced off the wall. You could feel her pussy pulsate against your cock. There was no doubt about it now—Yeri was definitely cumming.

“Fuck!” Yeri exclaimed. Knowing she couldn’t hold it in any longer to reach zero, she let herself succumb to the pleasure of her own orgasm, lathering your cock with her juices that gushed out and dribbled down the wall. After she had stopped trembling, you peeled her off the wall one last time to see wet limestone. You gave her one last slap as a reward for being an obedient princess. It’s the least she deserved for holding out so long.

“That’s a good girl.”

Yeri wasn’t done. She still wanted to be punished. She begged for it. “Please, daddy, more punishment.”

There was still one last thing you did with Yeri last night that you still hadn’t done, and she knew exactly what was coming next. She pushed off the wall, shuffled her feet against the hay on the floor, and disappeared into the darkness. Rusted wheels squeaked against the floor as Yeri came back into view, pushing the pillory in front of the bed.

“You know what I want,” she said, opening the pillory and putting her hands and neck through the holes before closing it and keeping her in place.

“Are you sure?” you asked her.

“Yes.”

You lined up behind her. This time, her legs were spread with her ass wiggling upward as you thrust again into her tight, wet pussy. Yeri moaned out, begging you to go deeper.

“God, you’re so big, daddy!”

Every thrust pushed the pillory forward until it slammed against the hay mattress, finally keeping the pillory in place in front of the mirror. In that moment, you took the opportunity to call out your mantra:

“Magic mirror on the wall, who’s the biggest of them all?”

“You are, daddy.”

In the darkness of the dungeon, the only thing that could be seen in the mirror was Yeri’s clenched fists on the other side of the pillory and her face still wincing from the stinging of her ass cheeks being agitated by each of your thrusts. On your side of the pillory, Yeri’s supple breasts swayed wildly in your cupped hands, swinging in time to each push and pull. Yeri’s ass rippled with every thrust, filling the tiny room with the sound of skin against skin and Yeri’s subtle moans.

You asked the mirror again: “Magic mirror on the wall, who’s the biggest of them all?”

“You are, daddy!” Yeri was starting to grow impatient. “Come on and put a baby in me!”

Her back had taken a beating to the humid environment. Glistening evolved to visible beads of sweat that percolated through every part of her body. It was getting hard to even grasp at her breasts with all that sweat being generated. You slid your hands down to her hips, but even that had started to lose grip. Instead, you grabbed at the front of thighs, pulling her legs up off the ground as Yeri became a stiff horizontal board taking a beating from behind.

“Magic mirror on the wall, who’s about to unload his balls?”

You could see Yeri’s smile in the mirror, a look of relief that she was finally going to get what she asked for. “You are, daddy.”

You grabbed onto Yeri’s hips with one hand, thrusting one last time as you felt that familiar rush shooting out and filling Yeri’s womb with your warmth. Your other hand moved to her stomach, feeling her ab muscles clench with each successive shot that continued to pummel her pussy. Cum started dripping out of her filled hole until she completely drained every last bit from you. You pulled out, stumbling onto the floor as she detached herself from the pillory and collapsed onto the bed.

“That last part was new,” Yeri noted, her heavy breathing now the only sound filling the room.

“There was definitely more sweat than last night; I had to improvise.” You joined Yeri on the stack of hay, rubbing her stomach while she dabbed her fingers against the cum still leaking out of her.

“This is more than last night,” Yeri said.

“Well, hopefully, that means we can be expecting. Welcome to the family, Yeri.”

Alas, you had finally found Mrs. Prince Charming.

“May I ask you a favor, Your Highness?” It was a little jarring hearing Yeri address you by your formal title after being called “daddy” during the entire session. It was a sign that she was being serious with her request.

“Anything for you, Yeri.”

“I just can’t believe I’m going to be the princess of SMTOWN. Can you say it aloud? It’ll help make it feel more real to me.”

“You’re going to be the princess of SMTOWN.”

Yeri squealed. Hearing it for the first time, she was so excited that her dream was actually becoming a reality. No more having to take care of Seulgi, Wendy, Joy, or Lady Irene. “Who’s daddy’s little princess?” she asked in an excited huff.

“You’re my little princess.”

“Say it again for me, daddy.”

“You’re my little princess.”

“One more time.”

“You’re my little princess,” you said once more. This time, it came out deeper and groggier than the first two times you said it.

The room was suddenly pitch-black. Your head started to throb. A voice boomed from the darkness, almost excruciatingly loud:

“Oh, so I’m your princess now? I thought I was your queen?”

It definitely wasn’t Yeri’s voice. And the room wasn’t really pitch-black.

Almost instinctively, you opened your eyes. It was way too bright, the painfully blinding light of the sun piercing through the sheer curtains over a nearby window. The bed beneath you cradled your aching back, and the once scratchy feeling of the dungeon bed was replaced by soft Egyptian cotton wrapped over the undeniable comfort of a Tempur-Pedic bed. You turned to your side hoping to find Yeri, but instead, BoA was sitting up on her side of the bed, watching as you finally woke from your slumber.

“ Noona?”

“I was wondering when you were going to get up,” BoA said.

“Where am I?”

“You don’t remember anything from last night?”

“No.”

“It was Princess Night at Idol Club, we hopped in there just to check it out after our dinner date. Come on, you’re telling me you don’t remember that after you begged me to take you in there?”

“I barely remember dinner, noona.”

“They were serving soju out of glass slippers and you had WAY too many. My Red Velvet hoobaes were on the main stage dancing in pink dresses and you kept yelling, ‘I can be your Prince Fucking Charming!’. They kicked us out and I had to drag your ass all the way back to our apartment.”

The horror of realizing how that must’ve looked to your girlfriend.

“Di-did I have sex with any of them?”

“What? Fuck no, you think I’d let you bang one of those androids? In the Uber ride home, you said I’m your one and only queen. Then we got home and you said we were going to ‘make a little prince or princess to carry down the royal bloodline’.”

“And…?”

“Well, we were in bed, but as soon as you took your clothes off, you passed out. You kept mumbling something along the lines of, ‘Magic mirror on the wall, who’s the biggest of them all?’”

Silly you to think that fairytales existed.

“Oh,” you responded.

BoA started to climb on top of you, her entrance pressed against your shaft. “Ready to finish what we started last night, Prince fucking Charming?”

The fairytale didn’t exist, but at least the happy ending did.