Agony and Appetite

Brian's guest room in Brightcastle Palace was big enough to fit his old apartment three times over.

The walls were made of smooth, glittering white sugar-rock. The massive bed was piled high with fluffy, lavender-scented pillows that felt like actual clouds.

But Brian wasn't looking at the decor.

He was looking at Daisy, the palace maid who had been sent to help him unpack.

Daisy was a nineteen-year-old blonde with her hair tied in two low buns. She had a sweet, round face, wide blue eyes, and a body that was absolutely built for sin.

Her frilly white maid’s apron was cinched tight around a tiny waist, pushing her massive, heavy breasts up so high they looked like two giant scoops of vanilla ice cream ready to spill over the edge. Her pink skirt was ridiculously short, barely covering the curve of her juicy, round cheeks.

As she bent over his open travel bag, her skirt rode up, exposing her bare, smooth thighs and a pair of frilly, bright-yellow panties that hugged her tight rear.

Brian’s cock was rock-hard instantly, straining against his new sage-green pants.

He could hear the wet, heavy throb of his own pulse in his ears.

"Hey, Daisy," Brian rumbled, his voice thick with lust. He took a step toward her, his heavy boots making no sound on the thick rug. "You know, the bed looks a little... unaligned. Why don't you hop up there with me and we can inspect the mattress together? It's a Scone Spire tradition."

Daisy stood up, turning around with a wide, bright smile. She didn't look suspicious at all. "Oh, really? I'd love to help, Envoy Brian! We always want our guests to be perfectly comfortable!"

She started to walk toward the bed, her heavy tits bouncing delightfully with every step.

Brian was already reaching out his meaty hand, his fingers twitching with the urge to grab those massive jugs and squeeze them until she screamed. He was going to pull those yellow panties down and bury his face in her sweet, untouched flesh.

But then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something.

He paused, his hand freezing mid-air.

He looked toward the open doorway of his chamber, which led out into the grand hallway.

There was a large, decorative candy-cane pillar just outside his door. And peeking out from behind that pillar was a massive, shiny silver shoulder guard.

Above the shoulder guard, a thick clump of fiery red hair was waving in the draft.

And just below that, half of Captain Rosalind's face was visible, her sharp emerald eye staring directly at him, unblinking.

She wasn't even hiding. Her entire left side, including her armored boot and her red cape, was sticking out in plain view.

She honestly seemed to believe that because her nose was behind the pillar, she was completely invisible.

Brian stared at her.

Is she fucking serious? Brian thought, his arousal temporarily warring with sheer disbelief.

This is their chief of security? This is the great captain of the guard? She’s about as stealthy as a monster truck in a library.

But even though she was apparently retarded when it came to spying, she was still there. And she was holding a real, very sharp sword.

If Brian just straight up pushed his fat cock inside this stupid maid, would she even understand what he was doing?

Then again, perhaps she would interpret it as him attacking the maid? Well, he was, but in a fun way.

No helping it. He had to play the long game. He had to be disciplined.

Brian let out a heavy sigh, his hand dropping back to his side. His balls let out a physical throb of pure, agonizing protest.

"Actually, Daisy," Brian said, forcing a polite, friendly smile onto his sweaty face. "I think the bed is fine. I'm just really tired from my journey. You can go."

Daisy blinked, her smile never fading. "Oh, of course, Envoy Brian! Rest well! If you need anything else, just ring the little sugar-bell!"

She gave a cute little bow, her tits bouncing once more, and skipped out of the room. As she passed the pillar, she waved cheerfully. "Hello, Captain Ros!"

"Good evening, Daisy," Ros's voice whispered, apparently still somehow believing she was keeping her cover.

Brian rolled his eyes, and closed his door before Rosalind could react.

Brian groaned, collapsing backward onto the cloud-like bed. He shoved his hand down his pants, grabbing his throbbing, pre-cum-slicked dick. He gave it a few angry, brutal strokes, imagining Rosalind’s tight, armored body pinned under him, her stoic face melting into pure, depraved pleasure.

"Just you wait, you red-headed bitch," Brian growled into the empty room, his grip tightening. "I'm going to make you slide off that armor and beg me to fill every single one of your holes."

He yanked on his meat until he finally blew a thick, hot load of cum across his own stomach, the release doing little to soothe the raging fire of his lust. He wiped the sticky seed off with a silk sheet, his eyes staring darkly at the ceiling.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow he would find a way.

The next morning, Brian was escorted to the Royal Dining Hall for a welcoming breakfast.

The dining hall was an assault on the senses. The grand table was made of solid, polished chocolate, and the chairs were upholstered in soft, pink marshmallow-fluff.

When Brian walked in, the royal family was already seated.

At the head of the table sat Queen Seraphina.

Up close, she was a masterpiece of mature, womanly beauty. She looked like she was in her late twenties or early thirties, with long, honey-blonde hair styled in an elegant updo. Her warm amber eyes oozed maternal affection, and her pastel gown had a plunging neckline that showcased a pair of heavy, breathtaking D-cup breasts. Her skin was creamy and flawless, and she carried herself with a slow, hypnotic grace that made Brian's mouth water.

To her right was Princess Lumi, looking as heroic and dazzling as ever in her white-and-gold dress, her long platinum-blonde hair falling over her shoulders.

And to her left was a girl Brian hadn't met yet.

Princess Petal.

She was tiny, barely five feet tall, with a bouncy blonde pixie cut and a bright pink ribbon headband. She had enormous green eyes that shone with a manic, hyperactive energy, and her face was dotted with cute little freckles. She wore a pink-and-white frilly dress that was so short it looked like a tutu, and her slender, toned legs were clad in pink-and-white striped stockings.

The moment Brian stepped into the room, Petal let out a high-pitched squeal that nearly shattered the chocolate table.

"HE'S HERE! HE'S HERE!" she screamed, leaping out of her chair.

Before Brian could even bow, the tiny princess bolted across the room. She didn't just greet him; she literally launched herself at him like a rocket.

She jumped, wrapping her slender legs tightly around his thick waist and her arms around his neck.

"Hi! I'm Petal! You're the envoy, right? The Scone Spire guy! Is it true you live in giant scones? Do you eat your houses when you get hungry? How did you get here? Did you ride a gummy bear? Why are your clothes so big? Are you soft? You feel really soft! Can we be best friends?!"

She asked the questions in one single, unbroken breath, never pausing for him to answer.

And she was bouncing.

As she clung to him, her tight, petite little butt was grinding and rubbing directly against Brian's crotch. Her thin pink dress offered absolutely no barrier.

Brian’s cock, which had been resting, instantly surged to life like a sleeping beast. It hardened into a rigid, thick iron rod, pressing hard against the thin fabric of his pants, right into the soft, warm cleft of Petal's crotch.

"Oh, fuck," Brian gasped, his eyes bulging.

The friction was unbelievable. Petal was completely oblivious, writhing and wiggling against him as she chatted away, her small but shapely B-cup breasts squashing against his chest. Every time she shifted, her tight little mound slid right over the head of his throbbing shaft.

"Petal, darling," Queen Seraphina said, her voice smooth, warm, and gentle. "Please, let our guest breathe. You are being very unladylike."

"But Mom, he's so interesting!" Petal protested, though she finally slid down his body.

But instead of going back to her seat, she grabbed Brian's meaty hand and dragged him to the table, forcing him to sit in the chair right next to her. The moment he sat down, she hopped right back onto his lap, sitting sideways across his thick thighs, her cute little butt resting directly on his raging erection.

She started bouncing again, kicking her legs back and forth.

Brian's hands gripped the edges of the chocolate table so hard his knuckles turned white. ‘

He was pre-cumming.

He could feel the thick, sticky moisture leaking out of his dick, soaking into his underwear.

He wanted to reach down, slide his hand up her tiny pink skirt, rip those frilly panties aside, and slam his cock into her right there on the table.

He wanted to show her exactly what her bouncing body was doing to him.

He wanted to see her cute, freckled face twist in filthy, corrupted pleasure as he stretched her tight virgin pussy.

"So, Envoy Brian!" Petal chirped, leaning close, her sweet breath smelling like strawberries. "What's the weather like in the Scone Spires? Is it always bready? Do you have candy-cane trees there? I love candy canes! Do you love candy canes?"

"Yeah," Brian choked out, his voice a strained, high-pitched squeak. "I... I love them."

"Petal, please sit in your own chair," Queen Seraphina chided gently, giving Brian an apologetic, warm smile. "You must forgive my youngest. She has never met a foreigner before, and her curiosity gets the better of her."

"It's... it's fine," Brian wheezed, his thighs trembling as Petal finally hopped off his lap and scrambled into her own seat.

He leaned forward, pressing his stomach against the table to hide the massive tent in his pants.

He looked at the Queen, trying to focus his mind on anything other than the hot, throbbing ache in his balls.

"So," Brian said, clearing his throat. "So, um, where’s the King? Is he, uh, busy?"

Queen Seraphina let out a soft, elegant sigh, her massive breasts rising and falling dramatically behind her low-cut dress.

"Ah, the King," Seraphina murmured, shaking her head with a gentle, indulgent smile. "My dear husband is a man of great passion. Currently, he is on one of his endless, grand adventures. He has traveled to the far reaches of the Wild Sugar Mountains, seeking the legendary, ancient Peppermint Scepter. He believes it will bring eternal sweetness to our crops. He has been gone for three seasons now."

Brian almost snorted.

A king who just abandons his kingdom—and his incredibly hot, busty wife—to go search for a giant, mythical candy cane in the mountains.

This world was a joke. A beautiful, glorious joke.

"That's... very noble of him," Brian lied smoothly. "A true hero."

"Indeed," Lumi chimed in, her cerulean eyes shining with pride. "Father is always seeking ways to make our realm a better, happier place! Just as I strive to protect it from the wicked Empress Nyx!"

Brian turned his gaze to Lumi. She was sitting straight, her golden breastplate gleaming. He decided to push a little further, to test her boundaries.

"And what about you, Princess Lumi?" Brian asked, his voice dropping into a low, intimate tone. "A beautiful, heroic girl like you... surely you have a prince? A special partner to share your victories with?"

Lumi froze.

Her bright blue eyes went wide. Instantly, a deep, crimson blush erupted across her porcelain cheeks, spreading down her neck and disappearing into the cleavage of her breastplate.

"A-A prince?!" Lumi stammered, her voice suddenly squeaky. She began to fidget with her gold fork, her hands shaking slightly. "I... I don't... I mean, the defense of the realm... I have no time for... for such things! Empress Nyx could strike at any moment! I must remain focused on my duty!"

She stood up so fast her marshmallow chair slid backward.

"In fact," Lumi squeaked, her face practically glowing red. "I... I just remembered! I have a very important training session! With... with my sword! Yes! I must go practice my slashes! Excuse me!"

She grabbed her massive crystal sword, which was resting against the table, and bolted out of the dining hall like she was being chased by a pack of wild wolves.

Brian smirkingly watched her go, his eyes locked on her long, smooth legs and the bounce of her tight white skirt.

She was completely flustered by the mere mention of a partner. She was probably dreaming about some stupid romance with a guy she thought was handsome. Or wait, was she? How did romance in here work anyways, without sex? Was it just… love letters, moonlight walks and all that stupid shit?

"Oh, dear," Queen Seraphina murmured, watching her daughter run. "Lumi is always so dedicated. Sometimes I worry she works herself too hard."

"Yeah," Brian muttered, his hand slipping under the chocolate table to subtly adjust his aching cock. "She definitely needs to... let off some steam."

"Oh! Let off steam!" Petal cheered, her eyes lighting up as she hopped back out of her seat. "I can help with that! Let's play a game, Brian!"

Before Brian could protest, the hyperactive blonde pixie leaped right back onto his lap, her tight little ass landing hard on his raging dick once more. She wrapped her arms around him and began to bounce and grind with renewed, manic energy.

"Let's play twenty questions! I'll go first! What's your favorite color? Is it pink? Mine is pink! Do you like pink?!"

Brian’s eyes rolled back slightly.

The heat of her crotch, the friction of her tight ass sliding over his rock-hard shaft, the smell of her sweet, sugary skin—it was absolute torture.

He was so hard it was physically painful. His balls felt like they were about to explode.

If he didn't find a warm, wet, tight pussy to pump his hot load into very, very soon, he was going to die of blue balls right here at the chocolate table.

And right now… He really wanted to fuck Petal.

But no.

As much as Brian was certain that people here didn’t know anything about sex, he still had reservations about fucking a princess in front of her queen mother.

While Rosalind was still peeking at him from behind another candy pillar.

"Yeah, Petal," Brian choked out, his hands gripping her tiny waist, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he tried to survive the agonizing pleasure of her grinding. "I... I really like pink."

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