ONCE UPON A TIME (TWO)

ONCE UPON A TIME (two) by JackassTales

Enchanted Ella

Once upon a time, and long ago

My heavily-laden wagon was nearing the edge of the deep, dark woods. Soon, I would break out of the dark forest and enter the bright sunshine surrounding the farmlands outside the netherworld where I lived.

A huntsman and woodcutter, was I. Much preferring a life of peaceful solitude, I rarely left my woodlands sanctuary. Yet, a man likes the feel of some coins in his pocket. So, every once in a while I’d take a load of firewood and fresh meat to the market in town.

To town, to town, was where my horse was taking me. The pace of the plodding equine hooves was slow. My old gray mare ain’t what she used to be. There was a time when she was young and spry. Yet, that time had come and gone. I needed a new horse. But, horses in this kingdom cost a small fortune.

Old, she might be, but the mare brought me into the village. The towering walls of a castle loomed over the market square. I unloaded my goods and had them quickly sold. With coins in my pocket, I had a smile on my face.

An elderly crone of a woman approached me. She was bent and stooped. Warts and wrinkles marred her face. With a quaking rattle in her voice, she looked at me and said, “Young man, you’re wanted inside the castle. Princess Ella, the lady herself, wishes to speak with you. Follow me.”

Follow, I did. Yet, my mind raced with puzzling ramblings. First of all, I’m not exactly a ‘young man’. I suppose, at 30, I’m not ancient, but I’m far from young. Secondly, just who does the Princess think she is, ordering me to come hither? Why, I knew the girl from years ago when she was little more than a servant girl. Up until a few years back, she lived in a small house with her stepmother and two stepsisters. I’ve heard the stories told about how she was ‘wickedly’ mistreated by the other females in her house. They say the young girl married the Prince of the kingdom shortly after a fancy royal ball.

The elderly crone stepped lively. I followed her into the castle. We passed through a labyrinth of narrow tunnels and passageways. We ascended a long, narrow, winding, stone staircase. Finally, we stopped before a small, locked door. The old lady knocked, unlocked the door, and stepped through.

The sights before me took my breath away. Hell, it was a royal bedchamber for sure! A tall, wide, four-poster bed draped with finery sat against a wall. In an elaborate marble fireplace, a fire blazed with light and heat. There, on an ornate mantle, sat a pair of delicate glass slippers.

The most astounding sight to assault my eyes was the beauty of the young woman seated near the fire. A floor-length, powdery-blue, silky-satin gown draped her feminine form. Waves of curly blond tresses cascaded from the top of her head and fell to below her shoulders. Her face glowed with luminous radiance.

My eyes became mesmerized. Through a cloud of bewilderment, I heard the woman speaking, “Sir, will you take a seat here near me? I have a matter of utmost importance to discuss with you.”

I suppose, as a gentleman, I ought to bow and kiss Her Royal Highness’ feet. If I had my druthers, I’d rather kiss her pretty ass! At least I assumed she had a pretty ass. Everything else about her seemed to be pretty. But hell, I’d bet the fires of Hades would freeze over before I’d kiss any part of her royal anatomy! I put these thoughts out of my mind and wordlessly took a seat.

The lady laid her hands in her lap and began a somber soliloquy, “As most people in the kingdom know, I married the Prince four years ago when I was 18. As the Princess, I am expected to produce royal heirs. I have failed to do so! Without heirs, the Prince cannot ascend to his father’s throne. He has other brothers with sons aplenty. Yet, the Prince has none.”

The lady stopped to gather strength. Her words continued, “I know the Prince has bedded several of the servant girls. He has not impregnated a single one! So, the fault for our inability to conceive lies with him. Yet, the solution to the problem falls to me!”

Once again, she stopped. She mustered courage and spoke, “Sir, you are my solution! I’ve seen you time and again without you knowing that I’m watching. Sir, you look enough like the Prince to be a brother. If you were to impregnate me, the child could pass as the Prince’s heir. Of course, I would see to it that you were rewarded handsomely.”

Through a haze of confused disbelief, I answered bluntly, “Are you saying that you want me to fuck you? You want me to get you pregnant?”

The Princess’ head bowed in shyness and she replied demurely, “Well, Sir, I wouldn’t put it so crudely. But, the answer is ‘yes’.”

The old crone woman’s voice resounded commandingly, “Sir, the King and all the Princes are all out stag hunting. We have no time to waste. We have a tub prepared for you to bathe in. Please follow me.”

Surprisingly, I followed without further comment. The woman and the Princess led me to an adjoining room where another fireplace blazed brightly. An oversized, gold-encrusted, ceramic bathtub sat before the fire.

As I began to shed my clothing, the Princess turned to leave the room. Without knowing why, I spoke forcefully, “Please stay. We might as well get acquainted.”

The woman stopped. She slowly turned back toward me. She slumped into a nearby chair. With a soft voice, she admitted, “But, Sir, I’ve never seen a man bathe before. I’ve never seen a man’s nude body, not even the Prince’s.”

I continued to disrobe while wondering about a marital union without shared nudity. My pants dropped to the floor and my cock sprang free. The thick, muscular shaft had stiffened to full erectness.

An audible gasp escaped from the Princess’ lips. She intoned out loud, “Oh my, oh my, I didn’t know that’s what a man’s manhood looked like! Oh, it’s looks nice. Why, it’s beautiful beyond belief! But, oh no, I should not be looking!”

As I stepped into the tub, I stated sternly, “Hell woman, you might as well look! If you want to get pregnant, then you ought to know what the meaty rod that goes inside your cunt looks like!”

I sat in the water and began bathing.