The Tailor

You stare at the door for a few moments, silently contemplating Ollie's parting advice.

With a shake of your head, you turn your attention back to the room. Though not nearly as palatial as any of the rooms you saw in the princess' quarters, the room is quite comfortable and you find yourself eager to try out the large feather mattress for some real rest. You lie on the large bed and open one of the books adorning your bedside table.

Flipping through it you quickly realize that it's a romance novel, but as is the case with everything else in this world, the roles of the men and women seem to be reversed. The book itself tells the harrowing tale of a beautiful peasant woman rescuing her prince from the clutches of an insatiable sorceress hell-bent on having his child.

You shut the book, wondering how the hell you got to this strange world and whether it's even possible to get back to yours, not that you're in any real hurry to leave what with a seemingly endless number of attractive women wanting to fuck your brains out.

A sharp rap at the door pulls you from your reverie.

"Enter," you call, and the door swings open to reveal a matronly woman who looks to be in her early fifties and an attractive brunette who couldn't be much older than twenty.

"My Lord," the older woman says with a formal curtsy, the younger woman, face red and huffing from having to carry all of the tailoring supplies up to the men's quarters follows suit and nearly falls on her face.

Paying her assistant no mind the tailor continues "Now if my lord would be so kind, Her royal highness has specifically requested that you have something formal to wear for tomorrow's grand ball and we simply do not have time to waste." She looks at you expectantly for a few moments and you realize that she expects you to stand up so she can take your measurements.

As you hop out of bed your towel gets caught on the bed frame and you find yourself standing, naked as the day you were born, in front of the two women.

Both women's eyes are immediately drawn to the monster dangling between your legs, the younger one quickly clamps a hand over her mouth and gasps, her already red face brightening even further in embarrassment.

The older woman just snorts and looks away, but gives no other indication that anything else is out of the ordinary.

"Layla," she says pertly, take his measurements while I decide on a style. I very much doubt that the princess wants this man to be dressed like one of the fragile little lilies she usually takes to her bed." She pauses, "and make sure you measure his manhood while you're at it as I very much doubt any of the codpieces we have on hand will accommodate such a... pronounced specimen."

Despite her obvious embarrassment the pretty young brunette diligently begins taking your measurements all the while studiously avoiding the flaccid manhood hanging between your legs.

With your inseam measured you feel her fingers run timidly along the length of our cock as she begins to measure you. Despite having fucked both Cassandra and Princess only a few hours prior your find yourself beginning to harden at her touch. As the young woman flinches as you start to grow and with a look of consternation on her face she turns to the older woman.

"Mistress Lea, I think I've broken him?" she says, voice shaking as she points your now ridged shaft.

The older woman rolls her eyes and looks at her apprentice. "It's fine, did you get the measurement?"

"I'm sorry mistress, I didn't have time."

"Well that is a problem," the seamstress replies with just the hint of annoyance in her voice, "if we are to have this suit completed for the ball tomorrow we need his measurements now, and with someone so well endowed Goddess only knows how long it will take for him to calm down on his own."

"What can I do to help?" The younger woman asks.

"You made the mistake Ariel, you're going to have to fix it." The older woman says.

"Male," the seamstress addresses you formally, "I trust that if I am to have my apprentice here correct her mistake, we can keep this whole episode between the three of us?"

You nod.

"Very good," she says, never once changing the pitch of her voice, "And which of her orifices do you think will allow for the quickest release? We really are quite short on time here."

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