Kerage and Tesarasa 7
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
With no hope left, all Kerage has is his drive to rescue the princess Sylvia
But what happens when even that goal flips over?
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"Oh, he saved my life from that terrible storm. Sadly, I've injured myself in the process and have been trying to heal."
"Oh, let me see," comes the matronly voice of Mathilda Ironflower. Oh, as soon as she finds out that Tesarasa is lying, they'd both demand the truth, and it's over for the dastardly deceptress.
"Luckily, we were in the carriage, so it's mostly just bruising."
"Hm… yes, I see. Certainly, that would have tired you out, but why didn't you go with Kerage?"
"Truthfully, I don't know where he went. I awoke this morning to find this letter."
Wait… how long had he been here?
Gorashin chuckles. "Good old Kerage, always heading out and thinking of himself first. Says he left at first light, which means he ain't far. You comin' with us?"
"I have concerns about this whole situation," Tesarasa says. "I'm going to research the spellwork in this area to see just what kind of conjuration our foe has been using. They tried to ambush us with that carriage, and I doubt that they'd expect us to go after them on three fronts."
Kerage's heart quickens, and he strains against the bands, screaming through his bindings and attempting to get free. Perhaps the magic in this place allowed him to hear what was coming into this room without anyone hearing him.
They discussed their plans with one another. Their strategy meeting was short, and soon, Tesarasa bids Kerage's hope of escape adieu and closes the door with a loud slam.
Kerage slumps in his bindings, dangling against the wall, naked and defeated.
The wall spins around, and he hears the clicking of heels upon the tiled floor. "Well, those old farts were certainly easy to fool. I guess I just have a face that people can trust. What do you think, old man?"
Something cold, hard, and long lifts up his member. "Tch, and look at this thing, all soft and flabby. I thought you were attracted to me, Kerage? Maybe, you need another peek."
When the blindfold and gag fly off of him, his eyes take a moment to adjust from the searing brightness. When he finally does adjust, he finds Tesarasa squatting down before him, eye-level with his manhood, holding it up with a wand.
"I wonder just what sorts of things a knight like you is into, Kerage? After all, you're a male and a former adventurer. I'd bet you've fucked so many barmaids in your day, and yet, you expect any wife of yours to be pure and virginal, don't you?"
"I-ah!"
Warm, soft lips press against the head of his cock. Immediately, it springs back to life, straining for release. He bites his lip, watching her down there. She slides her finger up and down along the shaft.
"Be truthful, old man," she coos. "You'd dump your chance with the princess if you knew she wasn't a virgin, wouldn't you?"
"W… what did you do to her?"
She smirks. "Me? Nothing, but her father's strict upbringing and the pressures of society? Oh, they've done their fair share upon her." She stands up, hands on her hips, tilting her head. "But, you'd want to do things to her, too, wouldn't you?"
"What in the good name of all that's holy are you talking abo…aaa…?"
More clicking comes down from the hall, and Kerage is stunned at what he sees. There, with blond curls cascading over her shoulders, is a woman, blindfolded, her arms shackled in front of her with black gloves and long, shining boots. Her legs are stained with the glimmering of desire.
"Is he here?" the woman's voice quivers from her trembling lips. "Is this him?"
Tesarasa clicks over behind the woman, wrapping her arms around her, pressing her small chest against her bare back, letting fingers slide up and down her body. "I told you I would give you what you desire… but why don't you tell the man yourself exactly what you wanted, hm?"
The woman… the princess, bites her lip, shuddering under Tesarasa's touch.
Kerage can only watch as that symbol of virginal purity is fondled and lays into it not as someone forced, but someone who knows what she wants. To see her like this is… is astounding!
Tesarasa urges her forward, groping at her breast, stroking between her legs, kissing at her neck, all the while looking straight into Kerage's eyes.
"I want… I wanted…" the princess moans. "I wanted to see that old man ogling me… and to make him the object of sexual attention!"
"W… what?"
"I want to make him squirm and whimper and cum."
"Princess, I…"
"I want him right now!"
The sorceress conjures up a key, which she uses to turn the lock on the device shackling the princess's hands. With her other hand, she pulls the blindfold off of her, and for the first time, Kerage and the woman he was supposed to rescue come face-to-face. She is no longer the damsel in distress and the king's little girl but a grown-up, mature, sexually active woman with a mean streak to her.
She gets down onto her knees, chuckling as she sees the sight. "So, this is what an adventurer's cock looks like? It's cute."
"So very, and it has a nice taste to it, too," Tesarasa says, kneeling down next to her."
"Oh, but I think he'd like it if we sucked on it," says the princess.
"By the time we're done with him," Tesarasa adds, "He'll love everything we do to him, I guarantee it."
Kerage stares down at the incredible sight. Two gorgeous women stare up at him. One breast presses up against the breast of another. At the same time, the smaller of the two women places her hand upon the princess's head, tilting her so she may get closer to the knight's erect phallus.
He gulps, sweat dripping down his head, the thoughts in his mind a tangled weave of societal expectations and his plans for the future.