The Mage

The brown haired mage volunteered. "I was feeling a might tired." She stated, stretching, and very nearly turning our currently rated PG fairy tale into a rated R at least. And while we will undoubtedly be unerring in our forthrightness that this is indeed a rated XXX fairy tale, having her mountainous fun bags pop out at this time would be inappropriate. Perhaps even rude! But, I digress.

Like all good side quests, our hero, Hiro, quickly looks over the quest text, before undoubtedly just opening his map and checking where he was supposed to go as opposed to things like... difficulty.... and level requirement. A hero didn't need to know such things! And flavor text? Please. Sharp end of the sword goes into the bad guy, everyone knew that.

While such a side quest would undoubtedly lead to some new character joining in some cinematic way, gap filling and all that, we aren't going to focus on that. That is a hole that we will plunge into later. For now, we have a giant breasted, over sexed mage to focus on. And for Prince Ribbiton, as they waved, his bulbous eyes were indeed focusing on those wide hips, and heart shaped rear end.

Having volunteered to stay behind, or Mage, lets call her Millie, had seemingly resigned herself to a terribly deep dicking at the hands at the Boggart. But seeing how it would be terribly rude to simply bend her over and give her tight holes a dicking on the street, the pair retired to a near by inn for rest and relaxation.[

In such stories, this is where the pair would enter into limbo. Or some plot device to move the story along for a final confrontation with.... who is it again? Dark Lord Merkimer? Oh dear, at least we know why he became a dark lord. Can you imagine how well Merkimer the baker would go>

Millie was quite the academic, it seemed. Not just some random person who learned magic at all. Our Prince was quick to hear heaping earfuls of her tragic past. She had been part of an entire guild of mages deep in the mountains to the south. But then the Dark Lord's Leutenant Plotdivece had shown up and managed to best all the mages. Her mistress, despite out-leveling this creature by 20 levels, and being a secret boss, had told her to go on ahead. And thus Millie had joined the hero on his quest.

Prince Ribbiton nodded along with the story, his bulbous eyes intently focused on her heaving breasts as she eagerly told her tale. They were huge, after all, and hard to not notice. He imagined them sweaty and bouncing, and his oversized fun tool began to get erect. Well, she had some qualifications of a princess. But how was he going to seal the deal?