Pull out

At the last possible moment, Alex pulls out and shoots his load all over the stomach of the gasping young woman beneath him. Even as his brain seems to lose itself in a fireworks explosion of endorphins, he has the presence of mind to study the face of the beautiful creature, who only moments before had been a lifeless statue. Her eyes, wide with surprise and passion close tightly as her lips part, and she emits a groan of satisfying pleasure. He feels her hips lift to press her crotch against his, grinding away and further squeezing out the remaining drops of his sticky seed.

When Alex recovers sufficiently, he quickly gets to his feet, pulling his pants up, and asks, “What — who — are you?”

The young woman takes a moment longer to respond. Whether it is the latent effect of her transformation from stone, or the lingering dullness of her orgasm, she seems to move with the slowness of one who has just emerged from a deep sleep.

“I might ask you the same question,” she says, in a voice that suggests she is accustomed to being the one to do the asking. “It is not every day I awaken from my sleep to find a total stranger on top of me, mounting me like some farm animal!”

She sits on the edge of the bed and carefully tests her legs before rising and walking, unhurriedly, to a wardrobe. She opens it and removes a robe, which she dons before addressing Alex again.

“Nevertheless, I suppose I should thank you. I have no idea how many dangers you encounered on your quest to free me from my enchantment. I am indebted to you. I am, of course, Princess Lutania, and I commend you on achieving your quest.”

Alex has been tongue-tied up until now. Fresh off of his first sexual experience, and reeling from the surprise of having a statue come to life right underneath him was disconcerting enough, but watching this beautiful woman walk naked in front of him was quite enough to rob him of any eloquence he otherwise might have had.

“Your Highness,” he says, suddenly remembering his manners. He drops to one knee in a respectful bow. “My name is Alex, squire to Sir Roderick. I’m afraid I don’t understand, though, what you are saying. Quest? Enchantment? I do not know of what you speak.”

“Nonsense,” says the princess, who has begun to notice the condition of her surroundings. A hint of worry begins to creep over her face. “No doubt you received word of the attack on my father and the rest of the royal household, and your Sir Roderick rushed to our rescue. I confess I am unfamiliar with that name, however. I thought I knew all of Father’s knights.”

She walks around the room, running her finger through the thick layer of dust. “Tell me, Master Alex... Just how long was I under the enchantment? It appears it may have been more days than I anticipated.”

Still unsure of what is going on, Alex remains on one knee. He says, “I do not know, Your Highness. Roderick and I came across these ruins by happenchance. We did not know this castle existed.”

“Ruins?” Lutania asks, realization beginning to dawn on her features.

“By our estimate, this castle has been undisturbed for centuries,” he says.

Lutania clutches at her stomach and sits down abruptly on the edge of the bed. Her robe falls open, exposing her breasts, and her legs, though pressed together, still reveal a hint of the inviting patch between them. Alex stares at both for some time before realizing what he is doing. When he forces his eyes to Lutania’s face, he sees that his impertinence has been unnoticed. The princess is staring off into the distance, trying to process this new information.

When she finally speaks, she says, “I had no idea... When I consented to the enchantment, I thought it would be just a short time until I was rescued. In truth, I was more concerned about the manner of the man who would awaken me; the price of my virginity was weighing on me more than any prospect of being asleep for hundreds of years!”

Alex rubs his eyes. He wishes Roderick were there to help him understand what was going on — or at least to tell him whether it was ok for him to stand, because his knee is starting to go to sleep.

Lutania pulls her robe shut and looks at Alex. “So you did not come here to free me. Your being here is by chance, and it was also chance that you were a virgin who could break the spell.”

Alex blushes, but nods his head in response.

“And you interpreted the meaning of my last message correctly?” She stands and walks to the table and picks up the parchment with the strange verse.

“Well, I read it,” said Alex. “I wasn’t really sure what it meant.”

Lutania spins around and looks hard at the squire. “You didn’t understand? How could I have been more clear? I left these words to explain that I consented to take the form of marble to escape the attack against the castle. I also left instructions that the spell could be broken by a virgin who would awaken me with love — love through a caress, a kiss, and — yes — physical love, as well. Did you not understand that?”

Alex swallows uncomfortably. “Well... I’ve never been all that good with poetry. And the light was kind of bad for reading....” He really wishes he could stand. His leg has practically no feeling in it at this point.

“But you understood, of course, that once you began intercourse with me, you were bound to complete it, correct?” Her eyes burn into the top of Alex’s head as he struggles for an appropriate response. “Is she saying that I wasn’t any good?” he wonders. “I would have tried some foreplay, had I known that she was real, but give a guy a break!”

Realizing that she is waiting for an answer, he says, “As I said, Your Highness, I didn’t really understand the message — or even that it applied to you. I did, however, um.... finish .... what I started.” He feels his cheeks burn with embarassment as he looks at the wet spots on the front of her robe, highlighting the resting place of his ejaculate.

“I think not, Alex,” she says, in a flat voice. “You began, but you withdrew before completion. It was your seed that would have completely freed me from my enchantment. As it is, you have only partially freed me, and you have gravely endangered yourself.”

“Endangered? What do you mean?”

Lutania sighs and sets the parchment down. “My release from enchantment is only temporary now. It will take hold of me before a day has passed, and it will take hold of you, as well.”

“Me? You mean I will turn into a statue, too?”

She nods gravely.

“Our fates are now linked, Alex. Unless and until we can find a way to permanently break this enchantment, there is only one way we can survive. The act with which you awakened me must be done each day to ward off the return of the enchantment.”

It takes a moment for these words to sink in. Alex’s heart is pounding, having just received a **** sentence. In his fright, he almost missed what Lutania said.

“Wait... You mean I can avoid turning into stone by... Well, not to be indeliate, but... by having sex with you? Every day?”

Lutania nods gravely.

Alex thinks furiously, wondering what the catch is. What was, a moment ago, the worst news of his life, has suddenly turned into the best news of his life. He looks again at the beautiful princess, trying to imagine what it would be like to have her every single day. His cock twitches and begins to harden as the thought sets in.

“We must find a way to break this enchantment completely,” she says, returning to her wardrobe and finding something more suitable to wear.

“Of course,” responds Alex, “but there’s no rush. I mean... I’m only too happy to offer my services, M’lady.”

Lutania looks over her shoulder at the squire and gives an insincere half grin. “I’m certain of that. Nevertheless, there is much that must be done, and we will be in need of your knight to help us. Where is he?”

“He is exploring a hidden passage we uncovered. And, Your Highness, may I please stand? My leg is killing me!”

Lutania’s face shows the first indication of genuine amusement. “Of course, Master Alex. No need to stand on formalities for now. A hidden passage, you say? Which one? There are so many in this place.”

“It’s downstairs... I opened it with a switch in the woodbox.”

Lutania spins around quickly, causing her bosoms to sway back and forth when she stops to face him. “No! Not that one! Come! we must hurry!”

She quickly pulls on a dress, and without waiting to button it, rushes out of the room, with Alex on her heels.

“We must stop him before it is too late!” she says.

They get to the ground floor, and they find the opening to the hidden passage as it was when Alex last saw it. Alex can tell there is some danger of great significance, and he can see that the princess is intent on going down to intervene.