Just a small road block, but they can’t get past that easy.

Standing in the path of the bashful prince's and the horny bandit lady is a gated wall— not the sort of thing that’s impassible, just a little annoying. Another misfortune is how close to town the blasted thing is. It’s too wide to walk around conveniently, but the half-naked boy knows from Roxanne’s boastful tales that no one gets in real trouble for sneaking over them.

Without a second thought, or pause to talk with each other, the thicc brunette gives Alder a boost up, and after taking a nice look at his valuables from underneath, takes her boyfriend’s hand to join him at the top. But as he climbs down the barrier, he remembers that the people on the other side could see everything under the skirt. And Roxanne fares no better.

Three knights hanging out by the road block watch in delight as they get double the upskirt; the first one breaks her knightly composure, and wolf-whistles at the sight of Candyfloss’ dick swinging in the breeze; the second one feels a little inadequate until he shifts his gaze to Roxanne’s dripping wet muff and jiggly, freckled backside; the third stares on in unmitigated arousal and awe, the lucky girl appreciating what both boyfriend and girlfriend have exposed.

The first knight, Dame Hershey, a chocolate brunette with pixie-cut hair, struts up to the mortified prince with some choice words for his girlfriend. “Goodness gracious Miss, you ought to keep this wanton colt on a leash. I can’t believe he’s just swinging his huge dick around like that. Not that I’m complaining, mind~”

“Yeah, that is one big penis.” The second Dame, a gray-haired Elf called Flora, says as her knighted friend uncomfortably hides his codpiece behind a hand.

Before Alder can get any speech in edgewise, Roxanne cuts in to curb the harassment, “Oi! Don’t talk about my guy like that!”

“I’ll talk about this boy however I want. How much?” Hershey says, pulling Candyfloss into her breastplate as she taps the coin pouch on her sash.

“How much for what?” Roxanne asks, seething with jealousy as the knight steals a fistful of her guys ass.

“For a night with your gigolo and his gigantic tallywhacker.”

“What!?” The well-hung royal cries indignantly, at last speaking up, “I am not a whore! I’m a prince! Unhand me!”

“Really? You had me fooled…” Flora counters, pulling the back of his skirt up high enough to expose Alder’s cute ass. “You’re practically naked.”

The jolt of her cold gauntlet on his bare skin is enough to make the prince leap back to the (relative) safety of Roxanne’s arms, but…