A prince and a bandit adventuring together.

The first member of this odd pair was Prince Alder Candyfloss, a naïve twenty-something ousted from his castle home after an evil magician laid a curse upon the royal family. He was a sheltered man, painfully shy on top of being new to the world at large, but by the Gods was he a hunk— from the moment he was **** out of his home, girls were eyeing his tall, handsome frame like steak. Rumors had already spread across the kingdom that Alder was hung like a dragon, and that his cum was sweeter than marshmallow cream.

It wouldn’t make sense to most folks how a boy so naïve could make it through the rough and tumble countryside of such a harsh matriarchy, but Alder wasn’t traveling alone. By his side during these misadventures was a crass bandit woman by the name of Roxanne. She was missing a front tooth, drank to excess whenever she could get away with it, really liked beating people up to take their money, and really, really, really liked having sex.

The thieving brunette squeezed her muscular yet curvy frame into an ensemble of leather skirt and linen bodice that struggled to contain it, and gave her princely friend as much grief over his bashfulness as humanly possible— even if Roxanne had some secret insecurities herself.

Together, this fantasy odd couple quested for the remedy to the Candyfloss castle’s curse, but first things first…