*Once upon a time, in the vibrant kingdom of Analdelle lived a girl. With tanned skin and curly hair, she was often described as the most beautiful woman in all of the realms. Because of this impossible beauty and the power it had over mankind, the girl was able to fuck every man from Heare to Therr.*
“Oh, fuck this,” Nym stomped her foot, muttering to herself. “It’s the same story every day. I’m not fucking anyone trapped in this tower.”
She leaned onto the window ledge and gazed across the Big Bush, a vast forest that the crooked tower was nestled within. Although a beautiful blend of vibrant colours, the forest was a dangerous place to be; fiendish fae and mammoth monsters all called it home. Fortunately the tower was protected by the Wizards charms, and just for luck the door was locked at all times.
The Wizard (she didn’t know his actual name) was the only person Nym knew. She’d woken up in the tower on her eighteenth birthday, and he’d taken care of her ever since. There were memories of her life before that floated around her head, but like butterflies they seemed impossible to catch.
Nym hadn’t understood why she was brought to the tower in the beginning, but the Wizard had explained it to her. She had a gift, and without protection it could be abused. On her eighteenth birthday she became of age, the once innocent girl a viable target for every man in the realm. You see, what Nym had was something that had never been seen before.
She had a Magic Box.
At least, that’s what the code was for it. In actual fact, Nym had a magical pussy. One taste granted the beholder mastery of the arcane arts, power that natural born sorcerers could only dream of. Unfortunately, the effects didn’t work on Nym, otherwise she’d have escaped from the tower years ago.
“Oh, Pigeon, will I ever see what lies beyond this forest’s edge?” she sighed.
Pigeon, a chunky, grey pigeon, cooed noisily in his nest above the window. He was the only friend Nym had in the tower and he knew all of her secrets.
“You’re right. We can’t give up hope.”
Everyday Nym dreamed of a knight riding through the forest to save her. He’d climb the tower, and then she’d ride him happily ever after. But no knight ever came, and instead Nym was left to ride her teddy bear. She looked over at Ted who sat sullenly on her bed, his button eyes no more. When Nym did get free she was going to fuck every man she came across. Regarding her powers (curse?), sex wasn’t a problem, they just weren’t allowed to go down on her. It was a shame, because she liked that, but having a kingdom full of all powerful men seemed potentially problematic: they were all already powerful enough.
Nym dragged herself from the window and sat on her bed, taking her music box in her hands. It was the only gift she’d been given on her eighteenth birthday, a token from her parents. When opened a little milkmaid danced to a merry tune and even though she couldn’t remember it, it reminded Nym of home.
Pigeon flapped wildly at the window, something he always did when the Wizard visited; he was like a feathered alarm system. Nym held the box tightly in her hands as she waited for the Wizard to arrive. It had been a while since she’d been graced with his presence and Nym had started to worry. Although there was something strange about the man, he was the one who cared for her and fed her.
She waited patiently for the familiar sound of keys clicking in the door, so when a sudden thump slammed outside her room she leapt to her feet.
*Bang.*
Something heavy was banging against the oak door, its hinges arching with every thud.
*Bang. Bang. BANG.*
There was a painful creak and then the a deafening clatter as the door broke free, falling to the stone floor in a cloud of dust. Someone coughed forcefully in the doorway, his silhouette barely an outline. Then, as the dust settled, he stepped in.
A man, taller than Nym and twice as broad stared down at her. His tunic didn’t shine like the armour she’d imagined, but the chiselled jaw and dark stubble were just how she’d dreamed. His brown eyes creased as he smiled triumphantly.
Nym pinched herself.
The man stepped towards her, his body swaying with all the confidence of a warrior. Nym’s breath caught as the musky smell of his body reached her, and then stopped altogether when he halted an inch away. She’d never seen a waterfall, but it felt like there was one in her pants.
“Nym?” he asked, his voice a deep, gruff boom that sent shock-waves through her body.
She nodded hastily. She’d be anyone he wanted her to be.
“Perfect,” he smirked, and Nym felt her skin prick. “Now, I’m wondering if you’ve got what I wanted?” His hand reached out and grabbed her shoulder. She was sure he could pick her up with just one arm, and she was doubly sure that she’d let him try.
“Wh-what do you want?” she asked, squeezing her thighs together. Her heart was skipping in her chest.
The man leaned in so that their faces were level. He stared into her eyes, his own unblinking, and in that moment she realised that dreams really do come true.
“I’ve come for your Magic Box,” he whispered.
*
I’m hoping this picks up some interest as I enjoyed writing it. As you can probably tell, this is likely to be a series of stories which will begin to get filthier from the next instalment. It’s in the fantasy genre, so expect some weird and wonderful scenes.
Let me know what you think!
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/gln186/the_magic_box_a_jizzney_princess_parody