Come clean about Chantelle

“Adella, I need to tell you something.”

Stewart’s serious tone captures Adella’s attention completely. She can sense at once that whatever he has to say has been weighing on him greatly, and she instantly regrets the note of levity in her most recent suggestion.

Stewart takes his sister’s hand and draws a deep breath. He feels another throb in his crotch, despite the fact that he is truly completely focused on what he has to say, rather than on the delectable vision of her inviting tits.

“There’s something I haven’t told you — or anyone — about.” He looks into her eyes, seeing her concern for him. Another throbbing beneath his loincloth almost succeeds in drawing his attention away from her. With irritation, he inwardly rebukes his cock for having a mind of its own. “It’s like I’m fifteen years old again,” he thinks, remembering those days when unwelcome boners had a tendency to spring forth at the most inopportune times.

Returning to his task, he says, “I have been seeing someone for a while now, and I haven’t told you about her.”

Adella’s look changes from concern to surprise and then to delight. “Why, that’s wonderful!” she exclaims. “I had no idea!”

Immediately Adella’s face shows concern again. “Oh, Stewart! And I set you up with Tonia! I would never have done that if I had known you were serious about someone else!”

“I understand,” he answers, “but that’s not the problem.”

She looks at him with puzzlement. As her brother searches for how to say what needs to be said, she catches movement in the corner of her eye. Glancing down, her eyes grow wide at the sight of Stewart’s loincloth lifted up and held aloft by his long pole. The tip of his cock extends just beyond the edge of the garment, like a missile aimed directly between her legs.

Embarassed, she quickly looks away, but feels a flush in her cheeks. Stewart sees her eyes dart away from his and knows at once that his sister is aware of his state of arousal. He lets go of her hand and clasps his hands together in front of his crotch, attempting to subdue his out-of-control anatomy.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” he asks himself. “I’m not even feeling particularly horny at the moment, but I’m as hard as a rock!”

Resolved to finish what he started, he continues his explanation. “You see, the thing is that this relationship is rather .... complicated. Chantelle is... well.... she is.....”

He pauses, still unsure about how to break the news. Adella seizes on his words and claps her hand over her open mouth before exclaiming, “She’s married? Oh my goodness! You’ve fallen for a married woman? Stewart, how can you?”

The king closes his eyes and shakes his head. If only it were that simple! He and Duncan had each taken up with married women before, and aside from the delicate matter of dealing with irate husbands, they both found the experiences rather liberating. It’s a relief to be able to throw oneself into the pleasure of sex without the nagging concern about the possibility of knocking up an unmarried gal who might then expect you to look after her.

“No, Adella, she’s not married,” he says, discreetly pinching his cock in an effort to get it to relax. “But she is... magical.”

The princess looks at her brother in confusion. “Magical? By ‘magical’ I take it you are not speaking metaphorically?”

He shakes his head. “No... Chantelle is a Ciguapa.”

His words seem to hang in the air between them for an interminable amount of time. Adella’s stunned expression tells him that she fully grasps the significance of his words. Finally she breaks the silence.

“A Ciguapa? How—? What happened?”

Stewart tells his sister the story of encountering Chantelle in the forest on that fateful night and how she spared his life when she discovered he was a member of the royal family. He told her about sneaking her into his chambers and how attached he has become to her. As he explained how he hasn’t been able to see her since ascending to the throne, he realized just how much he had grown attached to her and how much he missed her. The intensity of his longing for her surprised even him.

Adella took all this in, so captivated by this revelation that she forgot for the time being about the sight of her brother’s raging hardon.

Finally, after processing this news, she says, “Well, I’m not sure how the rest of the family — or the kingdom, for that matter — will feel about this, but as far as I am concerned, I am very happy for you.”

Stewart lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Adella. That means more to me than you can know! So, now you know why I had to tell you; since Chantelle and I have been intimate within the past few weeks, does that mean I am off the hook concerning Tonia?”

Adella thinks for a moment. “Well, you said the last time you were with Chantelle was the night before Father died, right?”

Stewart nods. “That morning, actually.”

“Hmmm... That’s kind of pushing it,” she says. “Within a fortnight, you are safe, for sure. Between two and four weeks, the effect starts to wear off. I think you’re probably ok, but I don’t know for sure. I could ask Windermere.”

Stewart jumps with an unexpected yelp. He looks down at his crotch, where he just felt a jolt that seemed as if someone had grabbed at his cock from inside!

“What’s wrong?” asks Adella, in alarm.

“I don’t know! I’m feeling the most peculiar sensation!” Stewart fights a wave of panic. Of all the things to happen to him in this strange day, he is suddenly the most concerned about these unexplainable pangs coming from his favorite body part.

“I’ll bet it’s the allergic reaction to the unicorn,” says Adella. “I need to talk to Windermere at once and find out what to do about it.”

Stewart nods. Suddenly he is not particularly concerned about the strange little man feeling his sister up with his beard. “Do what you have to do,” he says.

As Adella rushes back into the room, Stewart lifts his loincloth and gingerly examines his penis. It is beyond erect. In fact, it feels so engorged with blood that he fears any contact with a sharp object will cause it to pop like a balloon.

He looks over his shoulder toward the ballroom door and wonders if he should return to the ballroom and join Adella in conversing with Windermere, or if he should claim — justifiably so — a sudden illness and return to his quarters.