Thread: Sleeping Beauty (Haruchai & Malicious Lullaby)

Ser Elric Von Roehm , a courageous and skilled knight, had heard all of the talk about this Kingdom frozen in time. About the thick brambles that surrounded the place and that no man who had sought entrance had ever returned. Fanciful talk in Elric's eyes, though in some ways he knew it to be at least somewhat true. He'd seen it firsthand, as a comrade-in-arms of his had traveled to that far-off land and never returned. If this was true then Elric could not say, though as time marched on he felt a pull to that strange land. Elric's dreams haunted him. Visions of a beauty with hair the color of spun gold, lying sleeping in a silk and lace gown. Her eyes forever shut until rescued by her valiant and true knight, who could wake her with but a kiss if his love were true. The knight awoke from these dreams ina confused stupor, his manhood ablaze and engorged with want, such that he sated himself or ordered one of the scullery maids to his bed to relieve his lust. It had become so taxing that now Elric could hardly sleep and against the wishes and advice of his mother the knight set out on this journey. Over plains and deserts, though forests and over mountains finally Elric's journey had brought him to the doorsteps of the Kingdom, the walls of thistles and brambles high and thick, unnatural in the way they moved when he was near, as if some vine would reach out and snag him to pull him to ruin and eternal slumber beside the skeletons of those that had come before. Yet Elric had heard of this, and come prepared, dousing his sword in oil and setting it ablaze he laid into the walls of thorns, hacking at them. So strong were they that sparks flew and this only seemed to spread the fire though, and the vines and brambles writhed as if alive, soon shriveling to ash, and Elric had gained passage to the castle beyond the walls. The spired structure was formidable and once more Elric had to bring fire to bear, the doors barred and blocked y roses and thorns. At last he was able to enter and with blade in hand he traversed the halls of the palace until he found his prize. There, lying in a state of repose, was the golden-haired beuty of his dreams. Immediately he became aroused, his cock straining at the bindings of his pants and though he knew of her innocence and purity the object of his lust and desire lay there, just mere feet away. carefully he cut away the thicket around her resting place and with a heaving chest he gazed upon her beauty, and caressed her cheek. She was warm and soft, unlike how he had expected and his hand traveled to her breast, that soft weighty globe giving way under his touch and Elric's breath caught in his throat. Lifting her skirts her sex was bared to him, smooth and pristine save ofr a tuft of downy hair upon her mound, that same golden color as her hair, and her smooth cleft begged to be touched and a single finger drew along her slit. Unable to stand it any longer Elric clambered from his armor and soon he stood naked from the waist down, his cock proud and erect, thick and full, and he moved to the princess, spreading her knees and with lust in his eyes Elric filled her with himself. She was soft and wet, silky as he slid into her tight warm depths and he felt her body clamp around him, her core squeezing him and Elric threw his head back in ecstacy. As he claimed her maidensblood he kissed her and then he thrust into her, hard and fast and despite the fact that the magical slumber held her still, soft sloppy wet sounds could be heard as he plundered her body. Only as his hips slammed into her did she begin to awaken.