Thread: Sleeping Princess

Rift was born to a father who was a master alchemist and a mother who doted over him. Unless the gods of luck looked upon you favorably, you did what you father did, what you fathers father did. So Rift was an alchemist. Alchemy for its time was a science wrapped around knowledge of the arcane as well as the science of the physical world. Rifts father made the potions that people fell in love with, he made the potions that cleared up the blemishes he made a substantial amount of foul smelling shit that people paid good gold coin for. Rifts attention seemed to be for the last several years, well somewhere between the ample bosoms of the local maidens and the hems of their skirts, however smelling of foul alchemical concoction was not heartily appreciated by the local feminine population. Even though he stood just over six foot tall, was in good shape, and had all the things he thought a woman should appreciate, you know the best alchemy could buy. Still he tried over and over again to no avail to get a woman for which financial compensation for services rendered was not required. He would have used a love potion, but in truth his interests had little to do with love, and substantially more to do with lust. So in the prime of his life and forty years of age he was alone, and then tragedy struck, father concocted a combination that let loose a deadly gas, that killed both Rifts mother and father. Rift took over his fathers work, because well, that was all he knew. Rift was a smart man and deduced what the problems were both with the women and with his fathers formula though this solved one problem, the other only had other issues. No woman seemed willing to get involved with a man whose family died because of well a foul wind. Rift made a decent living, and if he needed companionship, his coin was good. At first this seemed a reasonable solution, then something happened that changed his life. One of the major events to any hamlet was the coming of the carnival. These traveled from town to town, staying a few days, while they milked the coin of the local folk. They brought such things as jugglers, animal trainers, arcane casters, fortunetellers, and the ever-popular freak show. Why Rift paid the coin to the charlatans he would never know, maybe it was morbid curiosity or simple boredom. So he went to the tent of freaks to behold as the master of ceremony said, things never before seen anyplace on this world. Rift was not surprised to see calf babies in bottles, described as various monsters of myth and legend or the bearded lady or any of the other displays, until he saw the sleeping princess. No one could deny the beauty of the princess or her incredibly sexy figure. At first he was like everyone else and thought she was just faking it till the master of ceremony performed several things that should have well at minimum have gotten him slapped and more likely jailed. To say her beauty captivated Rift would be totally mistaken, he had instant wood, and just wanted to find a way to fuck the living shit out of her. The negotiating took sometime, and with a few favors pulled in from the local constabulary, and some accusations about molesting the sleeping Rift got his princess. Now what? When time allowed Rift began researching how to wake a sleeping princess. He created several formulas that should have worked, but failed well miserably, only further causing more trouble, as he had to clean up the mess, and well the beautiful princess. He hated to clean her, but she was so incredibly sexy, if only he didnt have some natural aversion to fucking the nearly dead there could have been some relief. Ok, on a few occasions he had tossed a few loads onto her, but he had always cleaned those up, so those didnt count. So the testing went on. and on and okay he figured it out. His brown hair askew, his blue eyes intense, he waited for his princess to wake. Just as a precaution he had a few cuffs on her just in case she tried to run away, or someone tried to steal his favorite body, there were some really weird fucks out there you know. She began to stir, the first signs of true life began to cascade across her body.