Your Princess is in This Castle {Admiral Squish & Fate}

[darkest_fate]

It had been a long journey, frought with danger and many foes. Goblins, orcs, an occasional troll or two, untold monsters of various horrors, and finally, the demonic foe that guarded the impressive door. Legend had it that the beautiful princess lay behind that door, and with her, the legendary armor of Siegfried. Whoever possessed the armor would be considered the holiest, strongest warrior in the land. Whoever rescued the princess would receive the respect of her captured kingdom, no doubt. Only recent rumor had placed the princess there, and people were still puzzled by it.

Raewyn stood some distance away from the demon, eying it carefully. Her polished white plate mail had been scuffed and dirtied by the blood of the evils that she had endured. Holy powers of healing had barely managed to keep up with the plethora of wounds that had been inflicted upon Raewyn during her long journey and fight. Still, the lush tanned skin, rough only at armor points and fingertips, had nary a mark on it, a sign of a skilled healer. The girl's long, platinum blonde hair had been sullied by the blood of creatures and the dust of journeys, giving it a duskier hue than it normally would have. Even then, one could still see why this woman had earned, if barely, the title of Platinum knight. This untouched, virgin warrior was well known for her skills in combat and her divine presence. Many a monster had died with the last sight being those icy blue eyes.

Now the woman adjusted her gear, taking a sip from a mana potion as she did some final mental calculations. The demon was a harsh one, harsher than Raewyn had faced in her short, twenty some odd years. no matter, she would defeat it as handily as she had the others. That was what champions of light did.

The girl approached the demon, drawing out her sword and surrounding herself with a holy aura. The demon noticed the aura, noticed the woman, and immediately sent a short burst of magical energy behind it. Raewyn wasn't certain what that was about, but she assumed it had something to do with a final enchantment upon the princess. bellowing a holy battlecry, she launched herself at the demon. Within moments, it too would fall, and the holy warrior would be entering the chamber of the princess, to save the poor girl and claim her long-awaited prize.

 

[Admiral Squish]

As the princess prepared to take care of whatever hero had decided to interrupt her operation, a burst of magical energy arrived from her most trusted lieutenant. An image of the warrior who dared to attack her stronghold. the princess was surprised to find that the warrior was not some overly-muscled hulk like she expected, but a beautiful woman. A holy warrior, at that. The princess' lip curled in an evil grin as the wheels turned in her head. Oh, what a wonderfully awful idea. A quick burst of energy sent a return message, telling her demon general to dismiss his summon and return back to the abyss while he fought the warrior, and to make it look like she'd successfully banished him. He was too valuable to simply discard, but he couldn't have him harming this hero, either. No, she wanted her intact.

The princess then set about with other preparations. She conjured a few articles that made it look more like she was being held in this room, rather than living here. A set of iron bars on the door, a few chains with manacles here and there, and generally making the whole place look less pleasant. Then she chanted a short spell she'd devised herself, allowing her body to take on some of the aspects of a succubus. Her chest expanded, breasts sitting high and firm on her chest, like twin melons. Her hips widened slightly, her already sexy rear firming and plumping into a perfect, heart-shaped ass. Her legs extended, becoming more toned, her waist thinned, suddenly sporting the firm, sexy beginnings of abs. Her lips plumped up, and she felt her tongue lengthen into her throat. Sticking it out all the way, she could lick her own eyebrow, and the muscular, flexible tongue have her voice a smooth, husky tone to it. She felt the now-familiar fullness in her stomach as her clit transformed into a retractable cock. Her emerald eyes, a sign of her magical gift, narrowed, and her facial features rearranged slightly, taking on a somewhat exotic cast. Her dark hair came alive, rearranging itself perfectly into a glossy waterfall of black that ran down her back to the swell of her ass, a few errant locks cascading over her shoulders to accentuate her bust.

She grinned to herself, licking her full lips with her new tongue as she savored the erotic sensations of her new body. She cast a few more spells, banishing the silken gown she wore in favor of a black metal collar and a white, skimpy gown with a corset that emphasized her bust while still looking relatively innocent. She walked over to he potions cabinet and quickly plucked a narrow crystal phial full of rosy pink liquid from the shelf. She pulled off the heart-shaped stopper and poured it onto her tongue, swishing it around her mouth before swallowing it down. She could feel a warm, erotic tingling as it went down her throat, but she pushed it back. There would be time for that later. She threw herself to the bed, and, conjuring another chain, manacled herself to the wall. A quick word or two, and she suppressed the magical aura that would normally be filling the room, making it look like all was normal. She took a deep breath and put herself into the role she would have to play, the innocent princess, held prisoner by an evil wizard, so very grateful to the beautiful champion that would come bursting through that door any moment. When she opened her eyes, her cool mask was discarded for a look of fear and desperation. "Help! Oh, please, I'm up in the tower! Help me!" She shouted, letting the terror and uncertainty carry into the cry, betraying the desperation that made her cry out at the slightest hope of a rescue.

 

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The demon barely had time to perform the task its mistress set out. Even then, he narrowly missed facing his end in front of the fierce knight. Such a demon had great difficulties not being distracted by an obviously beautiful woman, even if she was attempting to bring a sword down to end his existence. Still, the creature vanished back into the abyss, making certain to leave behind a large quantity of blood and a puff of smoke. Even to the trained eye of the holy knight, this would look like a death come to the great being.

Raewyn had leaned against the door for a while, panting. She wished that there was some way she could have cleaned up, made herself presentable before approaching the princess. She removed a glove, flexing her long fingers for a few moments, then moved to tuck her both gauntlets into her belt. Reaching up, the girl scraped at least a layer of filth from her locks, adding a sheen. Realizing that the battle had taken less energy than she'd originally expected, Raewyn muttered a quick cleansing spell. The nearly butt-length hair now glistened beautifully, its platinum sheen something to behold. Even the armor, dented and beaten though it was, looked impressive. The knight did one last check, again reminding herself that she would have to shrink her breasts magically soon. Some things simply got in the way of proper combat.

Then Raewyn entered the room, sword at the ready in case one last guardian remained. Seeing none, the beautiful warrior sheathed her weapon. A smile hit her face as she saw the trapped princess. Beautiful, to be sure, looking like a man's personal fantasy. The black hair was somewhat surprising, but the princess's exotic appearance did seem to hint at a distant origin.

"I am the Platinum Knight Raewynn of Revvail, come to save you, fair princess, and claim the armor of Siegfried," which Raewyn didn't see anywhere in the area. Frowning, she took a look about ,before shaking her head. Princess first, armor second. The knight hurried over, using her enchanted blade to make quick work of the manacles.

"There, you are now free," said the woman. She nodded her head. "If you would be so kind as to point out the location of the treasure, we can take it to my steed and begone from this foul place. The stench of evil here is almost gut-wrenching."

the woman's nose wrinkled and she looked away. Odd, but there was something appealing about the other woman. Perhaps it was the apparently sinful construction of her form. Or perhaps it was Raewyn's own frustrations coming to the fore. she would have to pray to cleanse herself of unpure feelings. But that could wait. They had treasure to find.

 

[Admiral Squish]

The princess looked almost like she would cry as the door burst open to reveal her rescuer. "Oh, thank you! I've been held up here for days!" She exclaimed as the knight made her way over to her. "I am princess Serafina of Aldwind. That madman kidnapped me while I was out riding!" she exclaimed.

As the knight sundered her manacles, the princess threw herself onto the holy warrior, wrapping her arms around the woman's neck. "Oh, thank you so much! I thought I would die up here!" She nearly wept, her face inches from Raewynn's. Suddenly, she pushed forward, her full, soft lips meeting her, her head tilted, thrusting her tongue forward into the warrior woman's mouth, parting her lips with her muscular tongue and coiling it around Raewynn's. She pulled back after a moment too long, her face flushed. "Oh, I'mso sorry, I was just so... overwhelmed, and you're so beautiful..." The princess tried to explain, looking bashful. Internally, she celebrated. Her tongue and lips were still coated with the potent magical aphrodisiac she'd drunk moments before, and the succubus' saliva acted as a hypnotic agent, making the drinker more susceptible to suggestion.

"Before I show you the armor, could you remove this collar, as well?" She pleaded, gesturing to the iron band around her neck. A short chain dangled from it, culminating in a loop of metal that hung just above her impressive cleavage, drawing the eye to it. "It's just so tight..." She whined, making her breasts jiggle as she tugged at it.

 

[darkest_fate]

Kidnapped while riding. That explanation certainly made sense, at least on some level. Generally royalty had some guards while riding, but not nearly as many as there would be at a castle. It also meant that this girl knew how to ride. That would be useful in getting them out of here, when it came to that.

"It's no proble--" began Raewyn, only to be cut off as the girl launched herself at her. The surprised knight let herself be kissed. That tongue assaulted Raewyn's mouth, immediately wrapping about her own, more humanoid one. The knight could recall creatures with a tongue like that, but no humans. Odder still, there seemed to be a strange tang, almost a flavor, to the girl's saliva. Suddenly realizing what was going on, Raewyn gently started pushing the girl off. The princess seemed abashed enough, but a gentle reminder couldn't hurt.

"Your appreciation is received, and I thank you. Please refrain from such displays of affection. As a knight, I try to keep myself quite pure. Furthermore, we are of the same gender," explained Raewyn. Realizing something, she continued: "That is considered improper among my people. Please respect this."

Still, the Knight was beginning to feel slightly light-headed, and the room seemed a good deal warmer than she remembered. It was likely the flush and excitement from battle and success, certainly nothing to worry about. Though Raewyn couldn't recall when that flush had started at the juncture of her legs.

"Hmm, oh, yes, that shouldn't be a problem. Please hold still," with that, the knight's magical sword cleaved the color in twain. Raewyn nodded, pretending that she hadn't been tempted to look at the impressive display of cleavage. Truly, this princess would have no difficulties in finding a suitor. "Now, do you know where the treasure is? I wish to find it as quickly as possible."

 

[Admiral Squish]

When Raewynn scolded her, she looked even more bashful. "I'm sorry, I just got a little carried away..." She said, blushing slightly, then She looked up at her when she commented about the gender issue. "That seems strange to me. What's so improper about a woman loving another woman? I though that the church was supportive of all love. In Aldwind, it's quite common to see girl/girl couples." She explained, making it sound innocent as she described it. "Nobody know what makes a girl feel good better than another girl, after all, and a girl can't get another girl pregnant. It feels so good to get licked and fingered..." she added dreamily, then flushed profusely. "I-Im sorry. I got distracted. Please, forget I said anything." She said, smacking her cheeks to clear away the thoughts.

As soon as raewynn broke the collar, the princess pulled it off, shaking out her neck, the motion again forcing her chest to jump in her corset as her hair whipped this way and that before falling obediently back into position. "Oh, thank you! If feels sooo good to be out of those chains..." She commented as she stood up from the bed, walking around it, her hips swaying and her perfect rear jiggling with each step.

She opened a door off to the side of the room that opened up onto a spiral staircase leading further up. "The wizard's room was up here. That's where he was keeping all the good stuff." She explained, then started up the stairs. "I heard him leaving when you were fighting that big nasty demon outside, and I don't think he'll be back." She commented as she ascended the stairs in front of the knight, swaying her hips in front of her face.

 

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Raewyn frowned as the princess continued babbling about how things went in her country. Things certainly sounded much... more open-minded there. There had been rumors that there were places where the church focused more on the love aspect than anything else. Raewyn had been careful to respect those people, but she'd never encountered one who seemed so intent on flirting with her. The knight recognized the signs: the thrusting of the bust, the wiggling of the rear, the womanly movements. The princess's behavior was more suited to a tavern than a court. What surprised Raewyn most of all were her own lingering looks.

"It's quite alright," insisted Raewyn. She smiled benevolently, nodding. It certainly did sound as though princess Serafina led an... open life. The knight couldn't help but wonder how her parents handled a girl that was so free with her sexuality. Quite strange, considering that most princesses were kept virgin in order to make them more appealing brides. No matter; things must be different in Aldwin.

That ass looked almost too perfect. Heart-shaped, with an exquisite amount of giggle. Many women would kill to look like that. Not Raewyn, as such a thing wouldn't due for combat in the slightest, but many others, to be certain. But why did the princess insist on shaking it in the knight's face?

"Princess!" the knight called. She was beginning to be flustered and blamed this outspoken, brash girl. "You should stay behind me, in case there's any more trouble. Come, let me take the lead."

And the knight moved forward as if to do exactly that.

 

[Admiral Squish]

Princess Serafina paused on the stair as Raewynn called out to her, letting the knight almost run into that perfect ass barely concealed by the thin fabric of her gown. She stepped aside, however, and let the knight sidle past her on the narrow stair, her impressive endowments brushing against her as she passed.

The room at the top of the stair was larger than the tower had seemed from the outside. A number of workbenches surrounded a summoning circle, each littered with crystals or tiny, half-finished automatons. One had an angry imp locked in a silver cage sitting on it. All around the room were other things, some finished, some not. the finished ones were placed on pedestals or hung on the walls, but the unfinished ones sat propped up against walls or tucked into corners. A golem of some sort sat rusting, one arm gone. A sword that looked to be made of pure obsidian hung on the wall above it. The room was silent and still, but for the cursing of the caged imp that began once it saw the knight's head pop up out of the stairwell.

"There it is! The armor you mentioned!" The princess exclaimed, pointing. There, covering a wooden mannequin, sat the armor of Sigfried. A suit of heavy plate, every surface lovingly decorated with silver inlays and golden holy symbols. It was said that Sigfried had gotten the armor from an angel in recognition of his long, humble service. But Serafina new the truth. The 'angel' had been a demon that had tricked sigfried. My giving him such beautiful, powerful armor, sigfried fell to vanity and pride, proclaiming he was the chosen of the god's servants, and beleiving himself greater than all others. Ever since, the plate had been a golden apple of sorts. Knights driven by greed sought it. Those who had it succumbed to pride and vanity. Those who knew of the armor's wearer. Meanwhile, the armor's creator laughed and laughed as every holy order fought and died and fell to corruption over a single, well-placed lie.

Meanwhile, Serafina's own lie held up, even under the wary eye of a platinum knight. True, she had been kidnapped... but that had been years ago, and only for a few weeks. Once ransomed the princess had fled, and had apprenticed herself to the wizard who had taken her captive. She proved too clever of a student and barely a month ago, she had the old man eaten by a millivorn and had taken over his tower and research. She had learned much of magic the demonic world in her apprenticeship, and it was that knowledge that now allowed her to begin expand her 'master's' domain. But it was risky. This knight could get past her guards, then so could another, and her aggressive maneuvers would be put to a violent end. But if she could corrupt this knight, then she would no longer have to worry about such things, she would have her own personal bodyguard, and a plaything as well...

 

[darkest_fate]

Once more Raewyn was aware of the princess's fine form as it pressed against her, seeming to purposefully drag along her body as the princess squeezed past. The disgruntled knight now shot a glare at the flirty princess. These affections were not wanted, and Raewyn feared she might have to take drastic measures in order to ensure that the princess didn't go further. Worse, her stomach had clenched; doubtless nerves at finding the armor and the flush of success. But the obvious sexuality and flirtations of the princess were having some effect. This alone Raewyn found slightly odd, as she had had no trouble resisting advances from handsome men before, and she knew herself to be quite set in that way.

The wizard's study looked like many that Raewyn had ransacked in her busy days as an adventurer. Little of note or worth lay about, unless you happened to be a practitioner of magicks. Raewyn considered destroying much about her, not wanting such abominations to bewitch or tempt anyone else. indeed, her hand fell to her sword, the fingers curling about the hilt as the knight considered doing just that. She hesitated, however, remembering deals struck with mages' conclaves. No, Raewyn couldn't knowingly destroy anything that wasn't actively committing evil. It had to be reported and brought to the conclaves. Damn those mages and their conniving ways.

"Why so it is," said Raewyn, her eyes falling upon the armor. It looked as beautiful and power as the legends suggested. The armor of the great knight Siegfried, constructed by angels and valued by knights throughout the land. Raewyn could bring it back, handing it over to her leaders would create a great reward and finally cement her place among the greatest of them. Carrying such armor would be a terrible burden to bear, but she would manage, somehow.

"is there anything here that needs our attention?" asked the knight. She'd already walked to the armor, running her hand over it and feeling its magnificence. "I must especially know if there's any dark magics at work. Ah, of course, I shall call upon my own powers and see. Be careful not to touch anything save this armor."

And so, Raewyn gathered her own powers, muttering the incantation to unveil dark magicks and see what lay in this lair of evil.

 

[Admiral Squish]

Serafina frowned, slightly. The woman's will was stronger than she'd expected. This was taking too long. If she didn't succumb soon, then there would be no point to the deception, and at this rate, the warrior would take all her 'inherited' prizes. Oh, well. Subtlety was no longer a viable option. She glanced at the tiny demon in the silver cage upon the table. Or was it? A sub-plan formed in her mind and she suppressed a grin.

As Raewyn strode over to the armor, Serafina sent a silent message to the caged imp, telling it the plan. The demon grinned and nodded silently. With quick flick, serafina threw the latch on the cage, and the demon silently scampered out, down the leg of the table, and off to the side. Serafina took a deep breath, returned to character, and let out an ear-splitting shriek. "EEEEE! There's one of those demon-things!" She cried, pointing, terrified at the tiny imp. The imp conjured a fist-sized lump of mud and hurled it magically at the knight, then vanished into the piles of arcane experiments and treasures, moving swiftly through tiny gaps between devices.

Meanwhile, the princess shouted an encouraging chorus of "Kill it! Kill it!" as she backed herself up against the far wall from the 'terrifying' demon, hoping the ruse would work and give her enough time to pull off the other half of the sub-plan.