Gay s*x Fairy Tales Erotica Bundle

Once upon a time in a land far away, there was a gay prince named Andrew who was searching for his perfect partner. Of course, Prince Andrew's partner also had to be a true and real gay prince in order to someday rule the kingdom with him. While preparing for his journey, Prince Andrew told his faithful knights, "Don't worry, I shall return soon. Finding a prince among men will be simple." The prince threw his cloak around his shoulders and galloped away from the castle on his stallion. He rode down the tree-lined path and disappeared into the Enchanted Forest. He soon learned that there were many trolls (both on the inside and the outside) claiming to be princes. Hopeful potential partners would send handsome drawings of themselves via messenger to entice Prince Andrew to meet them. Many times, it turned out that the drawings were ten to fifteen years old! The potential suitors also sent letters written with quill pens on parchment claiming to have as much gold as King Midas or as many muscles as Hercules. When Prince Andrew met them in person, it always turned out that they had highly exaggerated or more often, outright lied. Although he certainly wouldn't have complained about finding a partner as handsome, rich, and muscular as he was, those weren't requirements. The problem was always not what the men lacked, but that the suitors had lied about their age, assets, or physical attributes. "So I shaved a few years off my age and few pounds off my weight. That doesn't mean I'm not a true prince. Besides, I've got a c**k as long and thick as my arm!" boasted one hopeful man. "A c**k like that will keep you quite warm and busy on cold nights in the castle!" Having been through some version of this conversation many times since his journey began, Prince Andrew sighed, "Since a true prince would never lie, it's impossible that you or any of the other dishonest men I've met could be true princes and therefore worthy of sharing my kingdom." After a long time searching, Prince Andrew returned to his castle alone. His tired horse limped across the drawbridge as the knights and servants ran out to greet him. They had missed his hearty laughter and commanding presence. "All hail Prince Andrew," said the most senior knight. He and the others genuflected on one knee. "Where is he? Where's the hunk who stole our prince's heart?" they asked excitedly looking down the path, eagerly expecting another horse bearing a handsome prince to come trotting along any moment. "Rise," Prince Andrew said wearily. "I'm afraid my search was in vain. There are no other true princes in the world. I must go in the castle and inform my parents." As he walked away, they noticed the princely spring in his step that they were so used to before he left had now been replaced by a foot-dragging shuffle. "Don't worry, son, it took me a long time to find the right one for me too," said his father, King Charles, as he sat on the great throne. "Here's my 'queen' now," King Charles added. Prince Andrew's other father, "Queen" Gwendolyn as he insisted he be called, entered the throne room trailed by several handmaidens carrying the train of the royal robes. "My poor baby! Men are just beasts! Filthy, lying beasts, I say!" Queen Gwendolyn roared in her raspy, deep voice as she waved her jewel-encrusted scepter around. "I just got here five minutes ago. How did you already hear..." "Royal gossip travels around the castle faster than lightning," the queen said as she handed the scepter to one of the handmaidens. "Stand up and let me look at you. You're as thin as a starving twink. Haven't you been eating while out looking for a true prince?" The queen didn't wait for an answer. "I'll have the cook prepare a feast in your honor immediately." Later that night, everyone in the castle slept soundly after the festivities welcoming home Prince Andrew. Suddenly, a terrible storm raged outside. Thunder shook the wall of the horse's stables. Lightning streaked across the sky. The wind attacked the trees forcing branches to scrape against the castle walls. The ringing of the great bell at the castle doors awakened King Charles. Being a kind-hearted monarch, he didn't want to disturb the servants who had worked so hard preparing his son's feast. He quickly threw on his nighttime royal robes and answered the door himself. The young man standing at the door looked terrible. His wind-whipped hair straggled down one side of his head and covered half of his face. His clothes were torn in several places as if he'd wrestled a mountain lion and barely escaped with his life. His mud spattered boots clearly indicated he'd dismounted from his horse and walked alongside it in the muddy path. Water dripped from his cloak onto the stone floor in a puddle. He instantly recognized the king. "Forgive me, Your Majesty, for disturbing the castle at this late hour. I'm Prince Stephen of Atria. I was riding my horse home when this horrid storm just came up out of nowhere. Begging your pardon, would it be too much trouble if I sheltered myself and my horse in your stable for the remainder of the storm?" "Claiming to be a prince, are you?" Queen Gwendolyn demanded as she appeared from the shadows next to her husband who twitched from being startled. Even after all their years of marriage, he could never get used to how a "woman" of the queen's incredible size could manage to sneak up on him in those high heels of hers. "Yes, Your Majesty," the stranger said bowing towards her. "Atria is a much smaller and poorer kingdom than yours," he explained humbly. "I'm sure you've never heard of it all the way over here in the Enchanted Forest." "Indeed," agreed Gwendolyn. "Of course you may put your horse in the stable, but you must stay in the finest guest room in the castle," King Charles told him. Before the queen could protest, the king surreptitiously kicked her foot with his own. The young man thanked him profusely and led the horse towards the stable. When the castle door was closed, the queen had her say. "Oh, Charles, you old softie! That scruffy-looking man is no prince. He's just some gold-digging peasant who heard in some pub in the village that Andrew returned home tonight. He thought he'd show up here with a sob story to get himself in the door. Lucky him that you answered the door yourself. Any one of the servants would have had enough sense to send him packing." "My dear, we can afford to be charitable to a needy stranger on a dark and stormy night." Gwendolyn continued as if her husband hadn't interrupted. "He's probably planning to pull his c**k out and wag it in Andrew's face the first chance he gets. Hoping for one of those silly fairy tale stories where the prince falls in love with a common peasant. He wants to pretend to be a prince in my castle? Well, I'll see to it that he sleeps like a prince alright!" "Where are you going?" King Charles asked as Queen Gwendolyn turned away from him with a determined look on her face. "To make up the guest room myself!" She disappeared around a corner. Queen Gwendolyn entered the finest guest room. She ripped all the layers of silky bedsheets and plush comforters off the bed. She retrieved a single blue pill from her pocket. The queen smirked as she rolled the tiny, pea-sized pill in her palm. She carefully placed it in the middle of the mattress. Then she went into several of the other royal guest rooms and pulled the bedclothes off those mattresses as well. She dragged the mattresses into the first room and piled them one on top of the other until they were stacked ten high. She took all the sheets, blankets, and comforters from all the beds and placed them neatly on top of the mattress pile. When she was done, it looked like a bed fit for a Greek god, never mind a supposed prince from a poor kingdom she'd never heard of. When she ushered Stephen into the guest room, he remarked, "Your Majesty, you shouldn't have gone to such trouble for me. I can honestly say I've never slept in so fine a bed in all my life." "Sleep well," Gwendolyn said as she closed the door with a wicked smile. Stephen wanted to be on his way at first light, but King Charles insisted he stay to eat a hearty breakfast with him and the queen in the royal dining hall before starting his journey home. "Will your son be joining us for breakfast?" Stephen asked. "Oh, so you know we have a son?" Gwendolyn said with a high pitched "told you so" tone as she threw a glance at her husband. "Everyone knows about Prince Andrew, Your Majesty," Stephen said politely. "He's the finest prince in all the lands." "Indeed," Gwendolyn responded. This time she used a tone which indicated simultaneously to the visitor that he was correct and to her husband that her suspicions of the young man's gold-digging motives were confirmed. With a meaningful glance from her husband to the guest, she asked ever so casually, "So, how did you sleep last night?" Stephen gulped his dragon fruit juice in an effort to stall. Gwendolyn leaned towards him with her stubbled chin resting on her manly hands, obviously waiting for an answer. Stephen cleared his throat. "Well, I'm rather uncomfortable answering that. It's inappropriate for me to say anything that would sound ungrateful for the generous hospitality you've shown me." Gwendolyn arched an eyebrow. "It's much worse to refuse to answer a question asked of you by a queen in her own castle." King Charles rolled his eyes. Stephen smiled weakly and acquiesced. "Begging your royal pardons, but I slept quite badly! I could hardly close my eyes the whole night. I just can't imagine what could have been in that bed. I mean, it looked like the softest pile of bedclothes in all the lands, but there was something very hard under there. It felt like a spiked flail or a boulder! I just tossed and turned the whole night. I swear my body is black and blue all over. It was just terrible!" "My apologies," King Charles stated in surprise. "I will have the servants investigate the source of the discomfort. I must say that was certainly an honest answer." "A truly honest answer from a truly honest man," said Prince Andrew who had been standing in the doorway and overheard the exchange between his parents and the visitor. "Not just an honest man, but, indeed a true gay prince!" Queen Gwendolyn declared dramatically. She turned to Prince Andrew to explain. "I put one of your little blue s*x pills-" "It's impossible to keep a secret in this castle!" Prince Andrew thundered with a red face of embarrassment. "Never mind that," Queen Gwendolyn chastised. "Don't you see? I put one of your little blue s*x pills under all those mattresses and plush bedclothes. It was just one of those little, tiny things, the size of a mere pea and still, Stephen couldn't sleep. Nobody but a real and-" "True gay prince," Andrew said quietly, in almost a whisper, at the same time. The smile on his face grew as he looked across the room into Stephen's eyes. He finished the sentence alone, "Nobody but a real and true gay prince could have such delicate skin. And nobody but a real and true gay prince would answer a question so honestly." Prince Stephen rose from his seat. His hair, which had been so thrown askew by the wind the night before, now sat perfectly atop his head. The sunlight streaming through the castle window illuminated the golden-blonde color perfectly. He'd borrowed a needle and thread from a servant before he came to the breakfast table and already mended the rips in his clothing. His previously muddy boots now shone like new leather. Prince Andrew knelt on one knee and took Stephen's hand in his. Andrew kissed the back of it. As his lips lightly brushed Stephen's delicate skin, a shudder went through both their bodies. They locked eyes. Andrew could hardly breathe. He wanted to know Prince Stephen in every way possible. He wanted to explore every inch of his body and get to know it intimately. Queen Gwendolyn knew what was happening. "I'll call a servant at once to bring you one of those little blue pills," she said. "That won't be necessary," Andrew said. "Indeed!" Stephen added while eyeing the ever growing bulge in Andrew's pants. Knowing that he'd found the love of a lifetime, Andrew wasn't even embarrassed to say to Stephen, "Just looking into your eyes made me harder than I've ever been before. I'll never need those pills again." "That's our cue. The princes need their privacy for a royal f*****g good time! Let's go, dear," King Charles said as he laughed heartily and yanked Queen Gwendolyn out of the dining hall.