The unlucky hunk has no pants.

“The bad news’z you only got yer’ shirt back.” Roxanne tells her blushing beau as she shows him the clothing the guardswomen had bound him with.

“Wait!? You mean they didn’t leave me pants or breeches!?” Poor Alder beseeches, remembering from warning tales how the outer lands might treat a boy with his cock out. “Give me your skirt!”

“What!? But then ah’d be bottomless!” The freckled bandit argues back.

“Well I’ve got an entire penis to hide! Don’t act like I’d survive two seconds in some frontier town without bottoms.”

“Oh yeah, like I’m supposed to walk about with mah’ cunny out!”

“Then you can use my shirt as skirts!” He shouts, letting one hand slip from over his ample endowment, “Look, we need to investigate the curse on my kingdom as expeditiously as possible, and these humiliations and ridiculous arguments are a terrible distraction.”

“Ugh, fine.” Roxanne rolls her eyes, but complies; forfeiting the skirt to help hide her boyfriend’s oversized cock. She watches with great amusement as Candyfloss struggles to get the waistband over his manhood, and slips a couple fingers into her wet cunny while she ties his shirt around her own hips.

The bashful prince is left quite a sight, shirtless and barefoot, with only a skirt failing to hide his lack of undergarments. He blushes a light pink, and hides behind his far less self-conscious girlfriend while she drags his half-naked butt back to the thoroughfare. A quick squeeze of Alder’s ass through her skirt making him pick up the pace.

“Eep!” The prince yelps, as feeling her hand through the garment makes him realize how similar Roxanne’s skirt was to just being naked. “Sweet pea, can’t we walk a bit slower? Just pace ourselves slightly more? And maybe without groping me?”

“Hey. You said yerself that we need’ta hurry— I’m jus’ helpin’ you hurry.” Roxanne explains, adding with a giggle as she cops a feel of his dick, “Groping ya’s just a bonus.”

“Oh!”

Candyfloss tries to retaliate by taking hold of his girlfriend’s derrière, but the sound of joy she makes as he gets handsy proves her lust unending— at least, when she’s not the one being humiliated. The prince grumbles in defeat when an unpleasant gust blows cold across his loins, and Roxanne responds to his mood by giving the shy guy a kiss.

Her apology is accepted by dint her boyfriend continuing to grope what lay under her clothing when they separate lips, but a scant two kilometers outside the township they’ve been journeying toward, the half-naked—and indecently touching—couple come face-to-face with something very inconvenient.