Return to the princess

As the mysterious woman examines her surroundings, Alex rushes back to Lutania to report what he just witnessed.

“It is as I feared,” said the princess, somberly. “My Aunt Regina has been awakened, and we are all in danger.”

“Your Aunt Regina? Is she responsible for turning Roderick into stone?”

“She is capable of far worse than that,” replied Lutania. “Come. We must conceal ourselves before we are discovered.”

Lutania leads the way to a corner of the room, and the two of them duck behind a large statue just in time to avoid being seen by the mysterious Regina. Alex finds himself shoved in a corner, with Lutania standing directly in front of him, closely watching everything. He tries to look over her shoulder to catch a glimpse, but his vantage point gives him little view. On top of that, Lutania’s body is pressed against his, making it very difficult to think about much more than the pressure of her ass against his crotch.

Alex knows he is in danger, but he can’t help but remember just a few minutes earlier when his rod was happily buried deep in the snatch of the beautiful princess. Had he known that doing so would have resulted in some kind of curse, he likes to think he would have resisted temptation. If he is honest with himself, though, the experience was so intoxicatingly wonderful that he probably would have risked far graver danger in exchange for the blissful touch of his body against hers.

As his cock begins to stiffen against Lutania’s rear, he tries to direct his thoughts elsewhere. “What is she doing?” he asks in a whisper.

“Shhhh.... Not so loud! She went upstairs, and I can hear her rifling about in one of the rooms. Wait a minute... Here she comes again. She is dressed now, and it looks like she is getting ready to leave the castle. Yes... She just went out the front door.”

“So it is safe to come out now?” asks Alex, hoping that the young woman has not noticed the hard protrusion against her lower back.

“I believe so. We must figure out what she is up to. Knowing my aunt, it cannot be good. We must find a way to stop it.”

Without mentioning Alex’s boner, Lutania hurries to the stairway leading down from the hidden doorway. Alex hesitates.

“Are you sure it is safe?” he asks.

Lutania gives him a whithering look. “If you would rather remain up here and deal with the distraction between your legs, you may. As for me, I choose to face danger, rather than avoid it.”

Alex sheepishly looks down and sees the obvious erection between his legs. He tries to casually adjust himself before following her down the stairway.

They make their way to the room where Alex witnessed Roderick’s transformation. They take a look at the knight, whose transformation into stone occurred in mid-orgasm. Indeed, his face is almost comical in its expression of beautiful anguish. Despite the marble appearance, the statue looks so lifelike that eruption of semen shooting from his cock looks as if it should continue to blast forward and splash onto the stone pedestal, instead of clinging to the tip of his grasped penis.

“As I feared,” says Lutania. “My aunt has taken another victim.”

“Can we save him?” asks Alex, who is certainly concerned about his master, but cannot help but take a bit of satisfaction from seeing that although Roderick may have more muscles than him, Alex can boast larger equipment between the legs.

“Let us pray so,” says Lutania, looking around the room.

“What are you looking for?” he asks.

“Anything that might help us,” she responds.