Prince Phillip trekked through the woods, guiding his horse, Leon, through the dense forest. He hacked away at the branches, losing track of time in the woods that sung with creatures.
He finally came back to himself when accidentally catching his wrist on something sharp after trying to hack away another branch.
Oh- he looked around himself, one hand still tangled in Leon's lead. He was surrounded by.. thorns?
The forest had been dark enough he could barely see two feet in front of him but as he looked around, he could see sunlight streaming through the gaps in the vines.
The same vines that seemed to tower 100 feet tall…
He looked back at the path that he had created.
He did a double take. There was no path. It was as though he had just appeared in the middle of the forest, rather than hacking away at branches and vines for hours.
He felt a shiver run down his spine as he looked all around, finding no break in the vines.
Fuck.
The forest, or vines he supposed, were silent. No crickets chirping, no owls hooting. Weirdly soundless.
He turned so he was facing the way Leon was facing, because his horse hadn't changed direction, meaning he was still facing the original way that Phillip hadbeen facing.
He grimaced at the thought pattern, hoping he was right. He started hacking away at the vines again, remembering to look behind him every now and then, finding the exact same thing each time.
No path.
He didn't know how long he hacked away at the vines for, but it was long enough that the sun had started to set before he finally felt that the vines might be lessening in thickness.
He kept pushing forwards and just as the light faded completely and he would have been left in complete darkness, did he break free of the vines.
He almost fell out of the towering overgrowth, righting himself and making sure Leon got out safely before turning to face the open air.
As he took a deep breath of fresh air, his mouth fell open in a gasp.
In front of him stood a magnificent, towering castle, shrouded in shadows. It was covered in the same vines that he had just spent hours hacking away at.
He moved to beside Leon, jumping up onto his back and nudging him forwards with his boot.
They started trotting forwards towards the open gates and as they entered, they were met with..
Bodies.
Lots and lots of bodies. Except that the bodies appeared to be.. breathing..
The square was lit with flickering lamps, casting a creepy glow on everything.
He climbed off Leon's back, landing with a muffled thud that felt like it echoed for miles in the silence of the sleeping kingdom.
He quietly approached one of the bodies, hesitating to touch it.
He took a deep breath before gently settling his hand on its, her shoulder. When no response came, he gently shook her.
Still no response.
He backed away just as quietly as he had approached, exhaling heavily in confusion.
He scanned the open square, before his eyes fell on a spinning wheel?
Like everything else around it, it was preserved in pristine condition and seemed to almost be calling to him.
He approached, almost in a daze, raising his hand to touch it.
Ow ! He jolted back to awareness at the prick of pain in his finger, bringing it up to his mouth to lightly suck on.
He turned back to look at Leon, mentally making the decision to move on. There was nothing he could do here, nothing he could do to help-
His eyes were suddenly drawn to a wooden door about 100 metres away. It was unassuming, but once looking further, it was attached to a leering tower, taller than the vines that had had him trapped for hours.
Before he realised what he was doing, he was already half way to the door, and although he could have stopped, he didn't, continuing until he was standing in front of it.
As he pushed it open, he heard Leon huff out a neigh behind him, as though in warning. Phillip ignored him, coming face to face with a spiral staircase that led upwards.
He stepped onto the first stair, and started climbing, running his hand over the grooves in the wall as he ascended.
He kept his eyes locked on the appearing wall in front of him until he finally came to another wooden door. He grabbed the door knob without hesitation and pushed it open, his eyes instantly drawn to the body lying on the bed in the centre of the room.
It was a girl. She looked young. And beautiful.
Her hair spread out around her like a halo and Phillip was struck with the sudden urge to fall to his knees and worship this goddess that lay before him.
He resisted, instead keeping his gaze fixed on the goddesses face as he approached the bed.
His eyes were drawn downwards to her exposed cleavage that showed two perfect handfuls of breasts.
He didn't even bother to pretend that he didn't want to hold them in his hands, instantly reaching out to gently drag her dress down so that both of breasts popped so prettily out of their restraints.
He took one in each hand, gently massaging and playing with each nipple. He leaned down to suck one of the nipples into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and giving it hard sucks as he felt it harden in his mouth, causing him to groan.
He continued groping the goddess's sleeping body until he became aware of the uncomfortableness in his groins behind his armour.
He removed his hands from the goddesses body, stepping away from the bed. He quickly stripped himself of his armour and removed his tunic leaving him exposed to the air.
He then gently unclothed the goddess on the bed, leaving them both bare to the elements.
He started by gently stroking his fingers up and down her little slit and ever so slightly flicking her clit, gathering the wetness at her entrance before finally gently entering her with one finger.
He slowly fucked one finger in and out of her, gradually stretching her out until she could comfortably take three of his fingers.
While he stretched her, he marked her neck and chest black and blue with hickies, leaving his mark all over her.
He sucked hungrily at both her breasts, licking and flicking at each nipple, fantasising about milk dribbling out of each tit.
Finally deciding she was stretched enough, he used her wetness to coat his cock, before lining it up with her stretched entrance and steadily pushing in.
As he bottomed out, he dropped his head in between her two breasts, mouthing at the skin there while supporting himself on his forearms so he didn't crush her.
He ran a hand over her stomach, imagining it swollen with a babe, his babe.
At that thought, he set an unforgiving pace, rocking harshly in and out of her body, causing squelching noises as he fucked in and out.
He cast his eyes to her lips, wanting .
Yet something stopped him, telling him if he gave into those urges, everything would be ruined.
He resisted, instead focusing on rocking his hips, burying himself deep inside her. He used her like a toy, continuing to play with her breasts as he imagined them swelling with milk to feed his child.
He thrust faster at the thought, harshly slapping his hips against her every time.
As he got closer to his climax, he could feel her tensing around him, the first reaction he had felt from her since he started.
He groaned into her neck, teasing the skin with his teeth and lips, sucking and biting while he kept thrusting.
As he finally felt her starting to shake in climax, her pussy squeezed around him, causing him to bury himself deep inside her one last time, cumming.
He quickly pulled out of her, leaving his cum slowly dripping out of her used pussy as he mechanically redressed her until the goddess looked presentable again. Well besides from looking like she had been mauled by a beast with the countless marks coating her neck and chest.
He redressed himself as well, donning his armour in a trance, before letting himself out of the room, firmly shutting the door behind himself.
He trudged back down the stairs, and once reaching the bottom he opened the door then closed it.
He climbed on top of Leon, still seeming to be in a trance. As he guided Leon towards the vines, they seemed to part magically around them, leading him back to his own kingdom.
By the time he made it halfway back to his kingdom, he had completely forgotten everything that had happened, believing he had simply met a dead end and turned around.
*A few months later*
He had organised a party of knights to go exploring with him, tracing his steps from the months before.
Unknowingly to him, Leon followed the path that they had taken earlier in the year, and rather than being greeted with a large overgrowth of vines blocking their way, they made it directly to the castle.
As the towering, vine covered turrets came into view, Phillip and the knights looked on in awe.
As they wandered through the town square, they found the same thing that Phillip had happened upon in his earlier trip, bodies upon bodies of people sleeping.
This time, Phillip's eyes were drawn to the wooden door all by themselves, and he marched towards it, intending to see where it lead. His knights hastened to follow after him, but stopped when Phillip held up a hand.
'Wait down here. I'll call if I need your help.' He ordered, entering the tower to the murmured agreements of his knights.
He started the climb, yet again running his hand over the grooves in the wall.
Phillip had a strange sense of deja vu, but he brushed it off as he reached the top of the stairs where a wooden door sat.
He reached for the doorknob, opening the door to expose a… girl. On a bed. Asleep.
He cocked his head in interest as he took in the beauty of the girl before him, suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss her.
Rather than try and fight the impulse, he approached the bed, leaning over and gently pressing his lips to hers.
Gasping as a sudden tingle took over his lips, he pulled back in time to see a swirl of magic run over the gorgeous girl's eyes, causing her to start blinking them open.
He watched as the swirl of magic trailed down her body, and as the air seemed to shimmer and then fade, it exposed the girls swollen breasts and stomach. He watched as the fabric of her pink sleeping gown stretched to accommodate the girls swollen belly. He was overcome with a sense of longing, not understanding why he was so drawn to this pregnant girl, whose baby could not in any way have been his.
Before he could articulate those thoughts, he watched as the swirl of magic grew and seemed to fly out the window, encompassing the entire kingdom. It seemed to have the same effect on the villagers as it had had on the girl, making them stir and awaken.
He watched as the vines wrapped around the castle slowly withered away into dust, carried away by the breeze.
A soft noise from the bed caught his attention again, and he turned to look the gorgeous girl in the eyes.
He reached out a hand to cup her face, pulling her in for a kiss. She didn't resist, instead sighing into his mouth as he connected their lips.
He reached a hand down to run soothingly at her swollen belly, to which she reached a hand down of her own to link their fingers together.
'I-i don't know you.' She murmured softly, flicking her gaze between his lips and his eyes. 'But it feels like you're mine.' He rushed forward to again capture her mouth in a kiss, bringing both hands up to cradle her cheeks as he licked into her mouth.
'I'm Phillip.' He whispered into her mouth. 'Who are you?'
She whispered back, staring deep into his eyes, cradling her bump with her hands. 'Aurora.'