We should wait in the barn

“We should wait in here, just to be sure,” says the prince, taking a quick look around to make sure there is no way for the wolves to enter the barn. Indeed, the barn appears to be secure, with only a couple of small, glass windows to let in the light.

“Very well,” replies Madam Banntrach. “Then we should at least make ourselves comfortable.” She steps to a cabinet and retrieves a folded horse blanket. Spreading it out over a small mound of straw, she succeeds in making a rudimentary futon, where she sits. She pats the blanket next to her, indicating her wish for Duncan to join her.

Duncan looks at the mysterious woman. Now, without her cloak, he can see her body more fully. Her ample breasts sit invitingly between her top two pair of arms. The third pair of arms are attached at the bottom of her rib cage.

If he could block out the sight of the extra arms, Duncan could imagine Madam Banntrach as a sexy, rich cougar, hungry for sexual adventures with young studs such as himself. The extra sets of arms, however, are a bit off-putting.

The woman senses his discomfort and smiles reassuringly. “Come now, Your Highness. I didn’t take you for a man who bears prejudice against someone just because of a condition of birth. Are you going to judge me because of these?” She holds up all six hands.

Chastened, Duncan sits down next to Banntrach. And tries to think of something to say to break the awkwardness.

“Ummm.... Sorry to leave you to take care of the horses on your own. I really should have given you a hand.” His face turns red as he hears his own words. “That is to say, I could have done the whole thing myself; I’m really rather handy—“

“Fuck me!” he curses to himself. “Why don’t I just come right out and try to say something insensitive? I couldn’t do worse than I am right now!”

Taking a deep breath and trying again, he said, “I’m glad we got away from those wolves; they looked like they wanted to tear us from limb to limb.” Blushing again, he lay back against the blanket and smacked his palm against his face.

Madam Banntrach laughed deeply and reclined next to Duncan. “It is alright, Your Highness. I sense you are nervous about my extra arms, but you need not be. There are times when they are actually quite useful.”

Duncan opens his eyes in surprise as he feels several hands on his body at once. Looking down, he sees six hands rubbing his body, from his shoulders, chest, and abs, down to his thigh. He looks up at Banntrach’s eyes and sees her smiling. “Isn’t this pleasant?”

Duncan’s imagination takes over, and he fantasizes about how it must feel to have three sets of hands having their way with his body as he mounts the naked MILF. The blood begins flowing so quickly to his cock, that he wouldn’t have been surprised if he had blacked out.

He begins to turn to the sex-starved widow, to give himself fully to the experience, when he remembers that she also owes him some information about his past — not to mention about herself.