1 - The Royal Sheath (Condoms)

Enter the male protagonist's name here.

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Stately despite your clandestine mission, you tucked your silver helmet under your arm and raised the knuckles of one gauntlet to knock upon a heavy, intricately carved wooden door. This innermost tower of the elvish castle held those rooms dedicating to the royals-- and this one belonged to no less than the princess herself.

Ordinarily, this hallway would be swarming with elite guards in their intricate gold armor, stern-faced with spears crossed in an X formation, barring you from approaching these doors, let alone entering through them. Tonight, however, arrangements had been made. The hallway was empty and the door unlocked. You really didn't need to announce yourself, though it seemed proper courtesy, even between friends.

You and the elvish princess were no strangers, to be sure. Tonight was the night you'd elevate that relationship to something beyond protector and princess. Something beyond party members on a grand adventure to save the realm. Something beyond "friends."

When you finally gathered up your courage to knock, a soft voice came from inside, so familiar that you felt silly for all of your nerves so far.

"Come in, Max, my dear protector of the realm."

You entered in, feeling your chest swell with pride. It had always been an honor to serve the princess and travel alongside her to defeat the forces that threatened her people. It had been you privilege, as well, to woo her during the journey.

If Rubia, the elven princess, had any misgivings tonight or any of your same nervousness, she wasn't showing it. Her crystalline-bright, gleaming blond hair, the same golden color as the armor of her soldiers, streamed down over her elegant silver nightgown. The blue broach around her neck drew your eye to her impressive bust-line, still tastefully concealed by a semi-transparent peignoir worn over the gown. Her skin was as pale as porcelain and looked just as delicate. The small smile resting upon her face seemed almost humorously chaste for what you had planned for the night.

To think that tonight, Rubia would finally be yours.

"You're still in your armor? You don't intend to wear that to bed, do you?"

Her fingertips caressed the silver-colored sheets. It was a gesture too gentle to call erotic, but you couldn't help but wish you were already in the bed-- that her fingers were running over your own chest, or other choice parts.

Trying to keep your knightly demeanor, you agreed with her, then accepted her help removing your light armor. This sort of thing was beneath a princess, but it just went to show you how close she now felt to you. As she helped you out of your chestplate and faulds, you wondered if she would go a step further and assist you in pulling off your tunic and trousers as well.

She made no such offer. Well, you couldn't expect her to be that forward. Burning with anticipation, you began to unlace the trousers yourself and prepare for their removal.

To your surprise, she became not just red-faced, but apparently, shocked. "W-What are you doing? You're going to take those off too?"

You laughed, then joked that it would be hard for her to satisfy her if you kept them on.

The look on her face didn't calm, but it did become apologetic. "Max... how familiar are you with the customs of lovers in the elvish kingdom?"

You had to admit, you'd sort of assumed it wasn't so different than courting an ordinary noble woman. It would involve a lot of chivalry and chaste behavior on the outside, but once it entered the bed-chamber, the gloves would come off along with all the rest.

"Er-"

You told her that you'd assumed you would start off with some pretty simple missionary position before moving on to something more daring, teaching her the ways that a noble warrior can nonetheless be fierce when the situation called for it.

"M-Missionary?!"

You explained that you intended to ride her harder than your horse. Your poetry failing you, you told her that if she wanted to mount up and take the top instead, you'd be happy to allow her. If she had anything else especially daring in mind, you were all ears. There was a positioned called the Sword in the Stone that-

"Aaaaah!" she covered her pointed ears, her face red as a beet as you listed off various sexual positions inappropriate for a high-born lady like herself, like the Giant's Slingshot or the Dragon Rider. "No, no, I believe there's been a misunderstanding! I-I invited you here to kiss!"

... Kiss?

"Yes! As lovers, we will kiss, then share a night in each other's arms, fully clothed..."

... You wondered if, perhaps, there might be some middle ground between her people's customs and yours, as this night had begun to seem just a tad bit like a dive into cold water. Now, after saving the entire realm and confessing your love for her and arranging for all of her guards to take a night off at the local tavern, your beloved traveling companion was telling you that tonight's passionate consumation would be a kiss and a cuddle?

"Oh. Y-You want to skip to the next step, then?"

You nodded eagerly, trying to hide where your pants were bulging by shifting your legs.

"Well... we could... but there is a quest to be undertaken first."

You felt like you'd had your fill of sub quests by this point. You must have completed over one-hundred. Still, for her sake, you tried to remain patient and asked her what she needed.

"For the first time, you'll need... protection. The royal blood must not mix casually, you see."

You nodded. It might not be quite as pleasant as the bare experience, but actually, that seemed like a fair concession. Privately, you thought that once this elven princess, a woman adventurous enough to fire an arrow into a dragon's eye, had a taste of the covered-up version of coitus, she'd spring for the delights of a night without.

You'd brought something just in case. You presented a linen cover from your britches pocket, the kind the men in town used.

"Oh, um... no." She shook her head. "As I said, there is a quest involved. You must bring the proper materials and visit the druids of the forest. With their help you will craft the Royal Sheath and return to my chamber. Only then may we... do... the Gargoyle's Perch."

You hadn't heard of that one. It sounded pretty good!

"I-I was just saying one of the ones I thought I remembered you saying!"

The night ended depressingly. You bowed, then left with instructions in hand and armor tucked under one arm.

There was a whole scroll to go along with this quest, detailing the areas one might adventure to in order to gather materials for the Royal Sheath. You couldn't believe the horse dung this was turning out to be. You'd never expected that it would be easy to get into bed with a princess, but sheesh, wasn't saving the world on your first quest enough? Now you had to do a post game quest to put together a condom? Part of you wondered if the princess had gotten cold feet and decided on this as a way to get you out of her hair...

No. You had to maintain faith in Rubia. She wouldn't deceive you. Hell, she couldn't if she wanted to... her clear blue eyes would betray any hint of a lie. That earnestness was part of what you loved about her.

If one more quest was what it took to secure her hand (and all the rest of her), then so be it.

Choose wisely and craft the perfect condom to suit your ideal night with the princess! There are no "right" answers, so choose whichever you think will lead your personal ideal outcome. Your stats will change according to your choices:

Thickness: Thicker will prevent breakage and any unfortunate accidents on your first night, while sacrificing some amount of your own pleasure.

Texture: Adding texture might spice things up or might take things in an odd direction.

Yield: If you get enough materials, you can make multiple condoms. You might imagine why you'd want to have a couple.