Stan would murder for good pussy

She bit her lips and looked him in the eye. Stan didn't even think about it for one second, just went for the balcony. The princess grabbed his arm.

"I'm kidding... sort of," she said, sighing. "We need to wait until after you've rescued me."

Stan suddenly got serious.

"We can't. You have to marry him. Orders from your father."

"What? No, I can't marry that fat, disgusting pig!" she protested, her tits shaking distractingly as she whisper-yelled to him.

"He kills his wives! Did you know that?! And he keeps whores!"

"We know," Stan replied, "but you have to get pregnant and give birth to a legitimate heir to the throne."

"WHAT?! No way am I sleeping with that evil, ugly man. You can tell my father I refuse!"

She turned away and surprised Stan by beginning to sob. He was unsure what to do. Oh yeah, the gift.

"Princess, there is a solution that makes both things possible. Here, read the letter from the captain."

He handed her the package, but she wouldn't take it. Meanwhile, the guard had finished smoking and was motioning for them to go.

"You should try it on," he shouted as he left, "especially the bra!"

Unsure if she was in on the plan, Stan left the room with Tuniklas, and went back to his own quarters.

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The princess quietly cried on the bed for a while. How could her father care so little about her? And her mother too...

Eventually she opened the damn present. It was satin underwear, true enough, but bad quality and not even her size. The panties were OK, though slightly too big, but the bra belonged to someone with at least two cup sizes smaller. Also, it made an annoying noise, like someone had stuffed paper inside th-

She swiftly found a knife and split the fabric apart. Inside was a small, hand-written note. As the young, coveted, imperial princess read the note, her tears dried up and a bad-girl-smile formed on her lips.