Crossing the border with your princess!

The journey to Lyria had been long and arduous, but finally, the dense forest opened to reveal the ancient boundary of the witch kingdom. The air seemed to hum with a magical energy, and the towering trees were draped with vines that glowed faintly in the twilight. As Sir John guided Princess Elara and her handmaiden towards the border, he couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and apprehension.

“Here we are,” Elara said softly, her voice tinged with determination. “Lyria.”

The handmaiden, a fiery redhead named Sera, stood beside Sir John with a smirk. “Well, I’ve heard some interesting tales about Lyria,” she teased, nudging him playfully. “Think you can handle a kingdom full of witches, Sir John?”

As they approached the glowing runes marking the boundary, two enigmatic figures stepped forward. The border guards, witches clad in flowing robes that shimmered with hidden power, eyed them with interest. The raven-haired witch wore a deep violet robe that clung to her curves, accentuating her voluptuous figure. The blonde witch's robe was a lighter shade, almost translucent, hinting at the smooth, toned body beneath. Both had an aura of authority and sensuality that was hard to ignore.

“Welcome to Lyria,” the raven-haired witch intoned, her voice melodic yet commanding. “State your business.”

Princess Elara stepped forward, her regal bearing evident despite her youth. “I am Princess Elara of Elaria. We seek an audience with Queen Morgana. My father, the King, is gravely ill, and we require the magical aid of Lyria to find a cure.”

The witches exchanged glances before nodding. “You may enter, but there is a condition,” the blonde witch said, her eyes settling on Sir John with an appraising look. “All men who enter Lyria must do so without clothing. It is our custom.”

Sir John felt his heart skip a beat. He had sworn to protect Princess Elara, but this was unexpected. He glanced at Elara, who looked at him with concern and encouragement. “It’s alright, John. We need their help. Please.”

Sera’s smirk widened. “Looks like you’re going to have to bare it all, Sir John. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure no one steals your clothes.”

With a deep breath and a sense of duty overpowering your embarrassment, you began to undress. Each piece of armor and clothing you removed felt like a piece of your dignity being stripped away. Your heart pounded in your chest as you unbuckled your armor, the metallic clinks echoing in the silence. The witches watched intently, their eyes filled with curiosity and amusement. Their penetrating gazes made your skin prickle, your mind racing with thoughts of the journey ahead and the vulnerability you would face.

The raven-haired witch’s eyes roamed over your body, lingering on your chest and stomach as you removed your tunic. The blonde witch's gaze was more playful, her eyes dancing with amusement as you unbuckled your belt and slid your trousers down your legs. Elara tried to maintain a composed expression, but her cheeks were tinged with pink. Sera, however, openly ogled you, her smirk growing wider with each piece of clothing you shed.

Finally, you stood completely naked, the cool air of the forest causing your skin to tingle. Instinctively, you moved to cover yourself with your hands, trying to shield your modesty. But the witches were quick to intervene.

"Hands by your sides," the raven-haired witch commanded, her voice firm. "We must see all of you."

Reluctantly, you obeyed, lowering your hands and exposing your half-erect cock to their gazes. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, the sensation of their eyes on your most intimate parts making your arousal grow.

The witches' reactions were immediate. The raven-haired witch’s eyes widened slightly, a smirk playing on her lips. “Quite a sight,” she murmured, her gaze lingering on your swelling manhood.

The blonde witch giggled softly. “He’s already halfway there,” she remarked, her tone playful. “I wonder how much more he’ll grow.”

You felt Elara’s eyes on you as well, her expression a mix of concern and something else—curiosity, perhaps. “You’re doing well, John,” she said softly, her voice a soothing balm to your nerves.

Sera, on the other hand, couldn’t resist teasing you further. “My, my, Sir John,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You’re already putting on quite a show. Just imagine what the rest of the journey will be like.”

Her words, combined with the intensity of everyone’s stares, made your cock twitch and grow harder, inching closer to full mast. The humiliation of being so exposed, coupled with the undeniable arousal, was almost overwhelming.

Sera chuckled softly, her eyes dancing with mirth. “It looks like you’re already rising to the occasion, Sir John. Let’s see if you can maintain that enthusiasm throughout our journey.”

One of the witches stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “There are a few spells we need to place on you, Sir John, to ensure our customs are respected and upheld.”

The blonde witch raised her hand, chanting softly. A warm, tingling sensation spread over your body, making your skin more sensitive. “This spell will ensure that you remain uncovered at all times. Any attempt to cover yourself, and you will feel a gentle, but firm, push to reveal your body once more.”

The raven-haired witch stepped closer, her eyes locked onto yours. She began to chant, and you felt a different kind of energy wrapping around you. “This spell will heighten your sensitivity, ensuring that every touch, every whisper, will be felt more intensely. It will make your journey through Lyria... memorable.”

You shivered, the reality of your situation sinking in. You were completely exposed, with your arousal growing and your sensitivity heightened. The witches seemed pleased with their work, stepping back to admire the effects of their spells.

Elara gave you an encouraging nod, though her eyes couldn't help but linger on your naked form, her cheeks tinged with pink. “Thank you, John. We need their help, and you’re... you’re doing a great service,” she said, her voice faltering slightly as her gaze dipped to your arousal.

One of the witches stepped forward, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “The witches of Lyria are known for their arousal magic. You should expect plenty of enchantments coming your way,” she informed you, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

Sera’s smirk widened. “Looks like you’re in for more than just a magical journey, Sir John. I have a feeling this is going to be quite the... enlightening experience,” she teased, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Don’t worry, though. I’ll enjoy every moment of the show.”

As you began to walk away, you faintly overheard one of the guards murmur to the other, “This one’s going to be fun to watch.” Their laughter echoed softly behind you, a final reminder of the challenging journey ahead.

With the spells in place and your dignity in tatters, you took a deep breath and followed Elara and Sera into Lyria. The eyes of the witches lingered on you, their gazes a constant reminder of your exposure and vulnerability. Your mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead, the mix of embarrassment and arousal making your journey all the more intense.