Agree to Duncan’s plan

After careful consideration, the king says, “There is merit in what you say. If I am to know the people I am to govern, I must learn what their concerns are. And by the way, this has nothing to do with Chantelle.”

Duncan blinks in confusion. “Chantelle? Oh! You mean the ciguapa? The one with silky, soft skin, and a clit that just insists upon being slowly sucked and teased with my accomplished tongue? I didn’t realize she had a name.”

Stewart scowls and draws a deep, calming breath. He knows when his brother is goading him. “Yes. Chantelle. And unlike you, I have some concerns more pressing on my mind than your latest flavor that you have sampled. I am actually trying to rule a kingdom!”

Duncan smiles. If he is aware of the fact that he is getting on his brother’s nerves, it apparently makes no difference to him.

“Pressing concerns, you say? Did I mention how she pressed her crotch against mine and ground her velvety mound against my raging-hard member while she traced the curves of my ear with her warm, moist tongue?”

Stewart slaps his hand against a table. “Alright, enough reports about what a fantastic time you had screwing my girlfr— I mean, Chantelle!”

Duncan’s eyebrows shoot up. “Girlfriend? Is that what she is to you?” His normally-sarcastic expression is at once replaced with a look of concern. “Stewart, I’m really sorry. I had no idea.”

Stewart softens his expression and waves away the concern. “It is of no concern.”

“But it is! I feel horrible about this!” Duncan comes to his brother’s side and puts an arm around his shoulder. “Believe me — and I say this from the bottom of my heart — had I known how you feel about this woman, I would never have slept with her!”

Stewart nods, surprised by the uncharacteristic expression of concern from his sibling.

“Just think of what I have done,” continues Duncan. “After last night, how could she possibly be satisfied with anything you have to offer? From now on, every time you make love to her, you will know that she will just be laying there, bored to tears, wondering why penis length is not bestowed equally among siblings!”

As Duncan’s words sink in, Stewart yanks his brother’s arm off of him and jabs him hard in the side with his elbow. Duncan laughs and says, “But, seriously, you shouldn’t stress about dipping into a magical creature. I think the law is stupid, and it should be changed. Seriously. Besides....” His voice grows quiet, and he looks around conspiratorially before continuing. “Did I ever tell you that I also slept with a magical being?”

Stewart raises his eyebrows in surprise. “You did? When?”

“Last night ... several times ... and even into the morning hours. It was a ciguapa, and the way she writhed when I impaled her with my cock was just exquisite! You could tell she had never had an orgasm like the one — hell, the many — that I gave her!”

Duncan’s words earned him another jab to the ribs — this time from a fist, but he could tell Stewart wasn’t really pissed at him.

“Ok, ok.... Enough with the banter,” says Duncan, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “When do we get started?”

“Started? With what?”

“With us going out incognito amongst your beloved subjects, of course! I have a date tonight, but I could reschedule if I need to.”

Stewart says, “Who said anything about you going with me?”

“Honestly, Brother! When is the last time you have been among ordinary people without your guards and advisors? You wouldn’t last a day out there without someone like me running interference for you.”

“But what if something happens to both of us?”

“Relax! It’s not like we’re going to march up to the gates of your biggest political rival, drop our pants and moon him. By the way, remind me to tell you why the Duke of Lenslow stopped accepting invitations to dine at the palace.... Anyway, we’re just going to mingle with the common folk.”

“Common folk?”

“Yes... The ones without servants. The ones who step into their dresses one leg at a time.”

Stewart regards his brother with a look of distrust. “I’m not sure you are necessarily the wisest of my counselors for something like this.”

Duncan smiles broadly at the king. “Come on, Stewart! It will be fun! What could possibly go wrong?”