Sneak out

“First priority is to get out of here,” says Duncan.

He looks down at himself and says, “And it won’t do for me to go about naked. That will only attract attention.”

“Say no more,” says Gorgall, who dissolves into a smoky cloud, again revealing a naked Duncan, before resettling around his body as ordinary-looking clothing.

“Much better,” says the prince.

He sneaks toward the front of the library, and he sees MacTavish at a bookshelf, facing away from him. The door to the library is ajar.

Cautiously, drawing on years of experience of sneaking in and out of bedrooms late at night, Prince Duncan stealthily exits the library undetected.

Once in the hallway, he breathes a sigh of relief.

“Not bad, young man,” says Gorgall. “It isn’t easy to get one up on MacTavish. Although he doesn’t seem to be much of a spring chicken anymore. He must be what — pushing 300 years or so now, isn’t he?”

“MacTavish?” answers Duncan. “I have no idea. He’s been part of the palace forever, it seems.”

“Oh, back in my day, he was a mighty warrior,” said Gorgall. “And what a penis! It must be a good 11 inches or so! Of course, at his age, it has likely whithered up like a dehydrated zucchini.”

Duncan suppresses a shudder of disgust. Gorgall senses this and says, “Come now... Do you think your generation is the first to discover sex? You heard your brother refer to that great-grandmother who had me put in prison and kept the mirror around to **** me? That would have been dear Queen Minerva of blessed memory. Forget the stories you may have heard about her kindness and the good things she did on behalf of orphans. The woman was a wanton slut! Her legs were spread so much that I doubt that she ever bothered with panties! She and MacTavish would rut in front of that mirror for days on end, giving me just enough of their sexual energy to live, but never enough to be satiated.”

“Impossible,” says Duncan. “MacTavish is a commoner. My great-grandmother was royal.”

“And of course, no royal ever consorts with a commoner,” says Gorgall in a mocking voice. “And what royal line is Terrice decended from? The Emperor of ‘Oh, Prince Duncan, please pop me in the ass again’? Honestly, the hypocrisy of your kind never ceases to amaze me. At least we G’mere are honest about who we are. Speaking of which, I honestly am close to passing out. I need to eat soon.”

Duncan braces himself for the inevitable stroking/sucking that is to come, and despite the urgency of circunstances, does not resist it.

“Yes,” says Gorgall, as it causes Duncan’s underwear to begin working his cock. “You know what I mean; you feel the hunger, too, don’t you?”

What Duncan feels is horniness, but that’s nothing new; it has been a close companion of his since he was 12 years old. Even so, this seemed somehow more intense — almost ****.

Reading his thoughts, Gorgall says, “I can feed off of your stored up sexual energy for only so long, but if you do not replenish it, the effect will be destructive to you.”

“Replenish?” asked Duncan.

Gorgall sighed. “You need to get laid, young man! Go sow your wild oats! Plow some fields.... Whatever phrase they use these days.... The point is that you need to copulate, and you need to do it soon.”

As Gorgall speaks, Duncan knows the creature speaks the truth. The multiple orgasms he has experienced since encountering the creature have been beyond pleasurable, but they have also been draining. He knows that until he can figure out how to escape or control the G’mere, he is left with **** but to look for a quick opportunity to bust a nut.

His thoughts immediately turn to Terrice. Gorgall senses this and says, “Hmmm.... How noble of you. Rescue the damsel in distress, and she will willingly reward your kindness by letting you fill her caboose. Honestly, I don’t know why she was crying like that — she’s about to have the time of her life. A gangbang by the royal guard! Oh, that takes me back to the good old days!”

“She’s about to be savagely ****, and then who knows what will become of her!” rebukes Duncan. “What kind of creature thinks that’s a good thing?”

“It’s only **** if it is ****,” says Gorgall. “I’d willingly consent. Unless they have lowered the standard for fitness of the royal guard, there should be some fine specimen frolicking with her!”

Duncan bites back his response. “I definitely need to do something to help her, but....” He stops and leans against a wall, putting his hand to his head. “Wow... I’ve got to catch my breath; I almost passed out there.”

“We are growing quite weak,” says Gorgall, soberly. “Whatever we are to do, we must do it quickly.”