A princess’s litter

Looking down the road, you see a palanquin, white, pink, and gold, bobbing up and down in the distance. As you get closer, you can see the litter is carried by four massive and chiseled men wearing embroidered vests and with exposed, rigid cocks held steady with gleaming gold cock rings swinging between their hairy, muscular thighs. They hardly acknowledge you as they pass by, but you are able to catch a glimpse of the princess inside. She is slim and petite, with a big, soft pink mouth and long red hair. She catches your eye, looks down at your now fully erect dick, and smiles at you. You throb in your hand and stroke yourself slowly, savoring the moment.

You hear the chime of a little bell and the palanquin stops, the men kneeling and then setting it down on the ground. One of them helps the princess out, and she addresses you.

You bow deeply, kneeling on the ground before her, your weeping dick pressed against the warm earth.

She tells you she is very lucky and you are just what she has been looking for. A young horny man to go on a quest for her.

She tells you that there is a band of werewolves to the north who have been raiding the villages. This tracks with some rumors you have heard while passing through. They have been fucking the womenfolk and trying to get them pregnant to breed more werewolves, but our clerics have been able to prevent the victims from coming to term. They can’t hold them off much longer, though.

Deal with the werewolves, the princess says, and you will be rewarded with free use of her holes for one night.