Krevmh's Kinktober 2026

Day 1 - Dragon Quest 11 - Aphrodisiacs, Dirty Talk, An Abstract Kind of Cuckoldry

"Erdrick…" Prince Faris moaned somewhat pathetically. "It'll never work out."

A steady stream of water poured from several different spouts at the top of the room, streaming steadily from square-mouthed openings and running down the sandy stone of the walls, dripping and spraying on the benches below, running down the sloped floor to a guttering hole at the bottom. The room was a minor miracle, buried under the palace of Gallopolis at the back of the royal baths, set somewhat into the oasis itself, allowing the water to run directly from the city's aquifers down through the chamber and back into themselves. As a result, the room felt creaking, close, and pressurized. All the streaming also made for a constant, very dull sound backdrop. Prince Faris had identified it as the room in the palace where they were least likely to be overheard, in part because of the din.

The last the Luminary had seen him, they were both just freshly adults. In the year or two since, the Prince had filled out and puffed up a little. Nowhere near as rotund as his father, but with some healthy muscle and flab to his physique. He'd gotten a little more sun, and wasn't quite so pale these days. Ironically, it only made him and Erdrick look more like long-lost brothers, minus the face. And while he'd made his efforts to be honest and courageous, there was still a certain anxious flightiness to his expression. Though the situation made it worse. Dressed only in a towel draped across his lap, he had a distinctly sad dog look to him.

"Since a year ago, I've been arranged to be married to Princess Saada of Chaldiran." Faris explained. "She's visiting right now, in fact, now that we're both here, we probably can't put off the marriage any longer, it's just…"

"What, is she ugly or something?" Erik seemed anxious to get out of the cramped little stone box.

"N-no! Quite the opposite." Faris flushed and fidgeted a little. "It's just that… in both Chaldiran and Gallopolis, a ruler is expected to be as adept at… romance as he is riding a horse and wielding a sword. Or in her case, as adept as she is at needlework and accounting."

"You need help writing her a poem?" Erik cut in. "You shouldn't have un-invited Sylvando if that was the case."

"Not that kind of romance!" Faris exclaimed, leading Erdrick and Erik to give each other a look of recognition. "Princess Saada's… puff-puff… is supposed to be… world-class. As is… mine."

"Well, is it?" Erdrick asked.

"That's the thing!" Faris blushed deeper. "Princess Saada's prowess is renowned indeed. And her appetite is legendary. But my mother… she's not from either kingdom. Where she's from, practicing these things before marriage is considered improper… I have… no experience."

"So what?" Erik sat back and scowled. "If you're that worried about being a virgin, just go puff-puff with some tavern wench or something."

"This is important!" Faris pounded his fist on his thigh, then winced like he'd hurt himself doing it. "I wasn't kidding about Saada's appetites. The rumor is she's exhausted all her partners, terrified some of them in the process. If I can't satisfy her, it might be very bad. She might call the marriage off… Chaldiran and Gallopolis already have strained relations, a broken diplomatic marriage…"

"So you want Erdrick to stand in for you during this, too?" Erik couldn't help but grin at the Prince's expense. "I can think of a few problems with that. Like his face, for one."

"But that's just it!" Faris brightened. "It isn't a problem for Saada and I to be intimate with one another before marriage, but it is seen as inappropriate for us to kiss before marriage. For this reason, it's not uncommon to wear a mask or a helmet."

"Seriously?" Erik's face twisted in even more perverse humor. "You're allowed to f-"

"In fact, I have a ceremonial mask prepared!" Faris continued. "It even covers my hair, luckily. I've just… never had cause to use it."

"Okay, well another problem is that you and Erdrick sound nothing alike." Erik seemed increasingly amused by how deeply the prince had thought this through, how eager he seemed to be to pass this duty off to somebody else.

"Ah! I may not be good at many things, but I have a few talents you aren't familiar with!" The Prince turned his face away from them and then spoke again, his words seeming to come from between Erdrick's and Erik's head, making them both turn to each other in bewilderment. "I'm an expert in throwing my voice."

"This is incredible." Erik's smile had turned into sporadic giggling. "I've never seen somebody work this hard to avoid se-"

"Puff-puff!" Faris interjected, seeming to be most comfortable with the euphemism.

"Fine, puff-puff." Erik rolled his eyes. "Point is, the best way to get better at it is by doing it. And it is, you know… fun?"

"I know, I know!" Faris flustered. "I just can't afford to disappoint Saada, not yet, anyway. I swear, I'll practice with somebody else when she's gone, I'll buy time. I just need you to stand in for me this one time!"

"There is one more thing." Erdrick pointed between his legs.

"There's…?" Faris took a second to process it, then cast aside his towel and stood up boldly. "We're alike in most regards, I figured-"

Erdrick stood up and set his own towel aside. Erick glanced down from between the legs of one of them to the other, then smirked again.

"Well, you are… a lot bigger…" Faris's face scrunched in concentration, seemingly without embarrassment or shame. "I've heard of a potion which can temporarily change one's size. I'll have to seek it out. Or perhaps I'll tell her I've been cursed, or perhaps-"

Saada had set up her tent outside of the city, likely to avoid unwanted attention and to find some relative privacy away from the Sultan's Palace. If her goal was to avoid drawing attention to herself, she'd done a bad job of it, considering that her royal need for everything to be furnished and provisioned to the nines had won out over her pursuit of privacy. The tent was larger than several of the houses in Gallopolis, surrounded by crates and pots and barrels and bags, ringed by smaller tents like foothills around a mountain. Several guards in shining armor bearing the blue and white Chaldiran crest were paced at intervals or sleeping in the exterior tents. Getting past them was no issue, as Edrick had been dressed as a member of Faris's retinue. Once they were past, however, the challenge began. The entrances to the tent were from the north and the south, to avoid the desert night wind. After a bit of searching, Faris pointed out a good hiding spot roughly at the northeast section of the tent, sandwiched between some crates and just enough out of sight, it helped when Faris threw an empty sack over Erdrick for some extra cover.

"Okay, here's the plan." Faris whispered. "There are privacy screens separating the main chamber from each entrance, so nobody can look in and see us. I'm going to go in and speak to the princess, get through the ceremonies, then we'll both step behind the screens to undress and put on our masks. At that point, I'll slip out and you'll come in in my place, got it?"

The sack bobbed slightly in agreement, Erdrick lifting it just enough to make eye contact with the prince.

A moment later, Faris left Erdrick alone. It was somewhat chilly at night, but Erdrick was deeply glad that they were doing this now instead of during the day. He could just make out light coming through a slit in the tent, and he creeped a little closer. To his surprise, the extravegant tent had a fairly large slit in the side, enough certainly to make for a good peephole.

Inside the central chamber was exactly as ornate and over-furnished as he'd expected. Golden tentpoles holding canopies of fine fabric up off of the floor, which was covered by a crisscross checkerboard of lush rugs. In the center was a heart-shaped bed with a canopy held up by more golden poles, the large sheets made of material so fine that he'd only ever seen it out and about in bits and scraps. There were tables set with shining goblets and plates, silver and gems with no sign of bronze. It was lit by deep red fires shining through polished glass, giving everything a dreamlike glow and buzz.

Saada entered at the same time as Faris, as if both were moving in a practiced dance. The princess was every bit as striking as Erdrick might have expected. Wearing a light, scant outfit like a dancer's in comparison to the Prince's baggy pants and fine tunic. She had reddish-brown skin the color of iron-rich sand with night black hair pulled in a single braid down to the small of her back, thick eyebrows and eyelashes of the same color framing a soft but commanding face. The light blue silk of her top was nearly see-through, showing off modest breasts and a toned stomach, while the same color silk exposed pleasant hips and long narrow legs. Her eyes were hard-set, she looked bossy before he'd heard her speak a word, exactly the way Erdrick had imagined a desert princess. Especially one whose reputation preceded her enough to put fear into Faris - though Faris was not the hardest person to put fear into.

"My husband." Her voice was softer and girlier than her face suggested, and she bowed promptly and politely to Faris.

"My wife." Faris had put a little extra bass into his voice and he bowed back. Erdrick made note of his movements, in case he needed to copy them.

"I have waited long for this day, I am anxious to see it through." Saada sounded almost nervous. Likely she understood the same risks that Faris did.

"And I am anxious to see it through with you." Faris responded charismatically.

Both of them bowed to each other again, then turned sharply on their heels and walked back behind the privacy screens to the north and south of the tent.

It took Faris about three seconds to wriggle out from under the side of the tent beside Erdrick, panting like he was going to pass out. His hands were fidgeting, his eyes moving erratically, his chest rising and falling almost as if to mirror his likely racing heart. Just the small scene in the tent, just that slight look at his fiance's body, had been enough to have him tenting his loose pants. He looked around frantically for Erdrick, who had to clear his throat politely to show where he had moved.

"Why are you over-" Faris started, then he crouched into position next to Erdrick and saw the peephole. "Ahh… very clever. I will have to watch your technique from here…"

"Did you say something, my love?" Saada called from the other side of the tent.

"Ah! Nothing important!" Faris settled into position as Erdrick crawled into the tent from underneath. "I have a potion which should… enhance the night for both of us. I was merely struggling with the cork."

"I see," Saada's voice came back. "That was thoughtful of you, my love."

"I wish only the best for you, my love!" Faris retorted.

Behind the privacy screen, in the tent, Erdrick took a glance at the peephole, surprised by just how invisible it was even up close. If he squinted, he could just make out one of Faris's eyes, even though nearly the whole top half of his face should have been visible. Whoever had made the slit had been an expert, using the multi-layered fabric of the tent to create a viewing spot which only truly worked one way. Turning away, Erdrick quickly shrugged out of the casual clothes he'd arrived in and set them next to the peephole, letting Faris pull them through. Then he found the mask sitting on the table, a surprisingly breathable bronze and wooden construct with a back made of fabric which formed a hood. As Erdrick slipped it on, he adjusted it a few times, trying to find the right fit for it. No matter what he did, it wasn't all that comfortable, but finally he found the strap that would best keep it in place without his constantly having to reach up. For as similar as he and Faris looked and were shaped - aside from the face - it seemed like Faris's head was a bit smaller than his. At least, if the mask had been made for Faris and wasn't some kind of perverse family heirloom.

"Are you almost ready, my love?" Saada's voice made Erdrick's heart pick up.

"Very nearly, my dear!" Faris's voice made Erdrick jump a little, seeming to come from right beside him. The prince was an expert at throwing his voice indeed.

Erdrick finally stepped out from behind the privacy screen, Saada doing the same a moment later. Despite himself and his being something of a connoisseur of 'puff-puff', Erdrick felt some nerves. Saada was very beautiful indeed, and if her appetite was anything like how Faris had made it sound, this was going to be a challenge. Not to mention the risk that a single slip of his mask would bring.

Saada stood across the tent dressed only in a similar mask to his. They took slow steps toward each other before standing next to the bed just out of arm's reach of each other. In some ways, this was the hard part, as Erdrick had to remember the fairly precise instructions Faris had given him. How many steps to take, when to touch what part and what parts were forbidden. Once he actually got into the meat of it, muscle memory could take over. For the moment, he stood a respectful distance from his partner and looked her up and down, the eyeholes of the mask just as effective a one-way screen as the peephole.

Her body was a little different up-close and undressed. The fabric had undersold the size of her breasts while making her thighs look slightly thinner than they were. But neither of these displeased him. There was a wonderful womanliness in the shape of her, from her dark brown nipples that bordered on black to the thick dark hair of her groin and the slight rise of her belly. After a second, she gave a slow turn that showed off a very round, very enticing butt. Then he did the same spin for her.

"My love…" Saada already sounded a little breathless. "Your… scepter… is larger than I expected."

"O-oh?" Faris also sounded a little breathless, but he managed to catch himself. "Is it… to your liking?"

"Oh yes!" Saada exclaimed a bit too quickly. "Please, my love, forgive my words."

"There is nothing to forgive, my dear." Faris acceded, also too quickly.

He was uncertain if getting hard at this point was allowed or not, and it was taking everything in his power to keep it down, including closing his eyes on and off. But when he closed his eyes, Erdrick was still thinking about the princess's body, and opening them to look again wasn't much better. He was already pretty sick of this slow, ceremonial way of doing things.

But they continued whether or not he was sick of them. Saada turned a perfect ninety degrees and made her way over to one of the tables, picking up a shining silver pitcher from it and slowly making her way back to him. Standing across from him once more, still just out of arm's reach, Saada slowly tilted her head up and back, raising her arms up with the goblet in them like she was offering it to him before slowly tipping it out onto her chest. Thick, clear oil slowly spilled from the lip of the pitcher and hit between her breasts, drooling down her stomach and dribbling in beads into the dark fur of her crotch, down her legs where she stood with her knees pressed together. When she had poured what she deemed was enough, she handed the pitcher to him and slowly started to spread the oil over her body. Starting with her shoulders, then down to her breasts and stomach, moving her hands in slow large circles about her hips and thighs, even down to her shins and feet. Erdrick undestood why this part had to take place on the wooden platform that held the bed and not one of the rugs.

Raising the pitcher and dropping his head back, he did the same slow pour to himself, surprised at once both by how cold and how warm the oil was. When he was done, he set the pitcher on one of the bedside tables as he'd been instructed and massaged the oil into himself the same way she had. First his shoulders and chest, then his stomach, then down his legs all the way. Neither of them touched their own groins, even as oil sat there and dripped from their sexes. Saada's nipples had hardened enticingly, little goosebumps all around her dark areolas like pebbles. He could see little glints of moisture in the dark fur of her sex, either excitement oil or both.

"Does my body please you?" Faris threw his voice. He was audibly more out of breath, not less, and out of breath in a way that suggested he wasn't sitting still while he watched. Erdrick wasn't entirely surprised, but he had maybe expected him to wait until things were properly started.

"Yes, of course, my love." Saada sounded just as out of breath and in exactly the same way, though she at least had an excuse. "Does mine please you?"

"Of course, my love." Faris answered.

"Then let us show each other our pleasure." Saada followed.

Erdrick just barely stopped himself from letting out a sigh as Saada finally turned her back to him, which combined with her words was the invitation to go over and touch her. He was half-hard at this point, any pretense of staying soft under the circumstances completely lost in all but technicality. Taking two steps over toward her, he rubbed her back with his oily hands, first from her shoulders down to the small of her back, then down to the round shape of her butt, feeling the soft hot flesh under his skin and nearly giddy. Finally he reached around her hips, pulling her into a hug from behind as his hands sank into the dark hair of her crotch and found her pussy. His slick fingers honed in on her clit, already hard enough to throb under his touch. He circled it slowly with his fingers while his other hand crept below and stroked her lips, gently easing a digit in and feeling her wetness and her heat, intensified beyond what he'd expected. She'd clearly had just as hard of a time holding back as he had.

She moaned loud enough for them to both freeze, the sound coming muffled from under her mask and breaking the otherwise complete silence.

"Saf'taat!" Saada spat under her breath. "I am… sorry, my love… for distracting you."

"Do not apologize my love," Faris was quick to appease. "Only… what is 'Saf'taat?'"

"It's a…" Saada paused long enough to let out a moan. It sounded different, far more pressured and breathy as Erdrick continued to stroke her clit and worked a second finger inside. "A Chaldiran curse, I was disappointed with myself for… making sounds when I should not have."

"You needn't curse!" Faris reassured her. "I am glad my touch could bring you such pleasure that you would break the holy silence."

Saada reached down and gently grabbed Erdrick's wrists, pulling them without any force away from her groin. Erdrick let his hands be lifted up and then dropped them to his sides, turning his back to Saada as she had done to him. She had to stand on her tiptoes slightly to rub the oil into his shoulders. Her hands were slightly rougher than he had expected, perhaps a lifetime of needlework's callouses. Still, he had always imagined a princess to be as soft as she was bossy.

That didn't mean he wasn't enjoying it, her touch was yielding and playful, tracing the muscles of his back and alternating between her palms and the tips of her fingers, drawing goosebumps out of him. When she reached his butt, she gave it more attention than she perhaps needed to, mirroring how he'd handled her body, even leaving with a little pinch that made him jump slightly before pressing her breasts into his back and pulling her hands around to the front of him. One of her palms wrapped warmly around his shaft while she gently teased his balls with her fingernails and fingertips. Any effort to keep soft evaporated, his cock jumping in her grip as she squeezed down from his base to his tip, then pulled back the skin around his head and started to palm his head more aggressively. She was good, there was no doubt, skilled in ways he'd been warned about. It didn't take more than a second or two of this for him to be fully hard, straining at her touch and pulsing with excitement, then she stroked him slowly, back and forth.

"My love. You are big indeed." Saada sounded almost perturbed by it.

"Does this please you, my love?" Faris asked.

"Yes," Saada overcorrected, sounding too happy about it too fast. "But it will be a stretch, my love. Be gentle with my body."

"Of course, my love." Faris sounded as excited as if he was there himself. He was certainly doing a fine acting job.

Erdrick almost couldn't contain himself when he lifted Saada's hands away and turned to her, finally allowed to do things at his own pace. Facing her, he brought his face toward hers without thinking, clacking the chin of his mask loudly against the forehead of hers. They both froze a moment, then Saada covered for his mistake by tilting her head up enough to clack the forehead of her mask softly against his forehead. Her hands grabbed his hips softly and he grabbed hers more firmly. Steering her to the bed and letting her fall onto her back, Erdrick positioned himself between her legs, letting his cock rest on her groin, where it reached nearly up to her navel. Saada took in a deep breath and shivered slightly.

"Yes… gentle…" She purred in a way that couldn't hide her consternation.

Erdrick pulled back and gently guided the head of his cock toward the lips of her sex, letting Saada lift her legs and position herself as best to accept him. He ground his oily tip against her, feeling her own wetness mingle with his, feeling her lips part just enough for the very tip of him to peek in before slipping back out. She certainly seemed as eager and ready as she was ever going to get, it was just a matter of fitting even with that.

He forced himself to go slower, slower than he wanted to. Saada gasped and shuddered under him as his head slowly disappeared inside of her. Her fingers sunk into the plush sheets for support. She was tight, certainly. Though Erdrick was used to some iffy fits, and this was far from the iffiest. Fortunately for her, he had that experience.

"My god, my love, my god." Saada panted and gasped.

"You feel so good, my love." Faris gasped back.

Chewing his lower lip, Erdrick eased himself in until it seemed about right, taking it easy enough for Saada's shaking to calm down, though her gasps and whimpers kept up at the same pace. Finally, he started to pump slowly into her. To his surprise, she took it far better than it had seemed she would. Pulling her hands from the sheets to squeeze one of her breasts and even to grasp at his hands.

She came quickly and eagerly, Saada's pussy squeezing and sucking him in as her shivers turned into a full-body shudder and freeze, nails grating against the soft fabric. She let out a high, keening whine and then a deep guttural groan, Erdrick keeping up his thrusts throughout. As she came down, he could feel her aftershocks, little squeezes and clenches from this part and that.

"Yes! Yes! Keep going my love!" Saada moaned, "I'm so close!"

"I'm getting close too, my love!" Faris moaned back. "Let us finish together!"

Erdrick wasn't sure what he was going to do. He wasn't especially close, though if he'd pistoned like crazy he might have been able to get somewhere. Saada was simply still too tight to fuck like an animal. And he could have sworn she had just had her first climax. Though he had encountered women who were lucky enough to have several in quick succession before. He had heard that they could build into larger, more intense ones. Perhaps that was what she was talking about. Either way, he would have to go with the flow and fake it as best he could.

Pumping his hips faster, Saada thrashed and contorted against the sheets, clearly wracked with pleasure and chasing some even greater high. He could hear her moans as well as Faris's in his ears, and it was very hard to concentrate under those circumstances, but he did his best. Suddenly, Saada's legs locked behind his hips, burying him near-fully inside of her and restricting his thrusts to short, sharp movements.

"A-ah! Not… inside!" Saada moaned out, contradictorilly, her legs quivered and seemed like they would move, but then didn't.

"I.. I can't-" Faris gasped.

"Then do it!" Saada gasped as well.

The sound of them both cumming in unison filled Erdrick's ears, and all he could really do was admire the prince's ability to keep throwing his voice while experiencing climax. He slammed his hips hard against Saada's and jerked his cock a few times inside of her, trying to fake an orgasm as best he could. Saada, for her part, continued to twist and contort on the bed, though it looked different than her first had been. Perhaps it truly was that much more intense.

"That was… beautiful, my love." Saada sighed heavily, squirming on the bed.

"You were… wonderful…" Faris sighed back.

They both sounded somewhat spent, but after a moment Saada gave a wiggle of her hips and cleared her throat.

"Do you have the strength to go again, my love?" Saada asked half-tauntingly. "I had heard you were a master with your royal scepter, as you were your horse and blade."

"Of course, my love." Faris responded. "We shall see if your puff-puff lives up to the legends!"

Saada took a deep, shuddering breath from her hiding spot at the southwest edge of the tent, watching Fasaya and Faris start up again. She shivered, suddenly cold after her release of tension. Drawing her fingers up from between her legs, she looked at the wetness connecting her digits a moment before glancing back through the peephole into the tent. Glancing at the two of them on the bed, she felt mixed excitement, anxiety, and frustration. This had been too important to risk, and Fasaya had nearly blown it at least a couple times.

"Saf'taat! Faris." She cursed under her breath. "Why did my husband have to be hung like a camel? How is a virgin meant to take a thing like that? And so good? What has he been doing that I haven't?"

As the couple in the tent picked their pace back up, she grumbled to herself and slid her hand back between her legs.

"It'll never work out," She moaned somewhat pathetically.

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