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Erotic Fairy Tales Challenge - Entry # 1
The Count
An Erotic Fairy Tale
by Robert E. Berge
Once there was a young count whose cum was able to restore youth to the
aging and preserve it in the young. Needless to say, queens, princesses,
noble women, and sometimes noble men, would travel from many leagues away to
partake of the count’s special juice. When a guest would arrive at his
court, he would greet them courteously, and if they responded in kind, he
would allow them to unbuckle his belt, slide down his pants and take his
member in their hand. If their hands were supple and deft, he would nod to
them and allow them to take him into their mouth and suck him until his
sweet milk flowed down their throats. Once this was done, all wrinkles and
signs of aging smoothed out and the noble guest became as if in their prime
once more. If however, their hands were rough and demanding, he would send
them away without so much as a word.
Now it came to pass that a certain queen who was skilled in the dark arts
heard of the count and wanted him all to herself, for she had not yet
discovered the secret of immortality. Though she was not yet old, a wrinkle
had appeared on her forehead which greatly vexed her. With this desire in
her black heart, she contrived a plan by which the count would be bewitched
and follow her back to her fortress high up in the mountains to the north.
She traveled with her entourage to the count’s court and was soon admitted
an audience. When she beheld him, her wicked mouth curled in a wicked smile,
for the sight of the count greatly pleased her. The count greeted her kindly
and she curtseyed and bowed in response. He nodded to her, but before the
queen knelt to taste the count’s youth restoring cum, she summoned one of
her attendants to bring forth a most exquisite necklace which was truly fit
for a king. She took the necklace and saw how the count’s deep green eyes
dazzled at the sight of the gift.
“Please accept this as an offering of my thanks dear count.” She whispered.
The count lowered his head and the queen lay the necklace about his neck.
Then she undid his belt buckle and slid down his pants. Her pale white hand
tugged at the count’s endowment, as if claiming ownership. The count’s eyes
narrowed and he began to pull away, for her touch was too demanding. But
when her dark eyes met his the spell was complete. The queen had enchanted
the necklace so that once its wearer looked into the eyes of its giver, they
would be filled with unyielding desire for them.
The queen at once ran her hand through the count’s blonde hair and pulled it
back into her fist. She bent forward and whispered into the count’s ear that
he must follow her back to her fortress high in the mountains to the north.
The count at once bid his court farewell, and though there was much sorrow
at his departure, there was little that anyone could do. And so, through a
dark enchantment, the queen led the count away.
When they arrived at the queen’s fortress, she at once took the count to her
bed chamber. She had him stripped and began to stroke his cock with her pale
white hand, but soon tired of this and began to pull at it harshly. The more
the count winced in pain, the more she was delighted. She then knelt down
and took him in her mouth. Her lips clenched around his throbbing member and
she allowed her teeth to scratch his skin. Knowing that he was in pain but
could do nothing to resist only increased her resolve. Yet he did not cum.
She sucked and bit until the count was raw and barely able to stay standing.
Yet still, he did not cum. She laid him down on her bed which was made of
black raven feathers and abused his curved shaft with increased ferocity.
Yet again, he did not cum. Soon her own mouth was sore and her full crimson
red lips were chafing. In anger and frustration she ordered her guards to take
the count to the dungeon and have him tied up until he was more willing to bend
to her will.
The guards led the count into the dark stone dungeon and did as their
mistress bade them. The count’s hands were tied to a crossbar and his feet
were tied to posts. Despite such ill treatment however, the count did not
resist. His only thoughts were with the queen. If his thoughts began wander,
the power of the necklace quickly drew them back.
The queen meanwhile, was infuriated at her lack of success in extracting the
count’s youth giving cum. Little did she know that the release of his semen
was only possible when given by his own free will. Nor did it occur to her
that the very enchanted necklace that bound him to her was also the very
thing that kept her from acquiring the object of her desire. And so,
dressing in nothing but a waist corset, she took her best whip and made her
way down to the dungeon.
When the count saw her approach, his member at once grew rigid. She stood
before him an image of savage beauty. Her black hair and eyes, offered a
sharp contrast to her pale skin and pink nipples. His eyes went to the small
patch of hair between her legs. His own crotch ached for her despite being
still raw. This was partly owing to the enchantment, and partly from sheer
sexual hunger.
The queen began to whip him to assuage her frustration. She started by
whipping his back. He begged her to stop and promised to do anything she
asked him, but she continued. She then began to whip his buttocks until the
flesh there was almost purple. The count’s strength began to leave him
entirely as he whimpered in pain, his cock aching with a need for release.
The queen then put lips to shaft, and gripping the count’s tender ass,
pulled him violently into her mouth. His hips slammed against her face and
his balls pressed against her chin, but try as she might, the queen could
not bring the count to orgasm.
At once, she stood up and looked into the count’s pleading eyes. Her anger
was so great that she slapped him across his face and ripped the necklace
from his neck so that he might be aware of wretched condition.
The count immediately realized he was imprisoned and struggled with his
bonds. The queen only laughed and hurled insults at him. He swore to her
that should he ever be free she would pay for her treachery dearly. She in
turn promised that free he would never again be. She added that here he
would stay until he gave freely of his prized cum and then left him alone to
suffer in the dungeon.
Now it happened that later that same night a serving maid had come to the
dungeons to give what meager scraps of food as were left over from the
kitchen to the prisoners. She was a very beautiful woman, but after years of
hard service to the queen, she had aged a little prematurely. When she came
to the count her eyes lingered on him and his fine manhood. The count
noticed this and bade the serving maid to release him and he would in turn
make her his wife and preserve her youth as long as he lived. The serving
maid had heard tales of the count but was much afraid of her mistress. This
she told the count, and he bade her take him into her mouth and see if his
cum did not restore the luster to her flaxen hair, the freshness in her
eyes, and the firmness of her breasts. She agreed to this and gently wrapped
her lips around his head and deftly stroked his shaft until he came gushing
down her throat. All at once she felt a youthful energy spread all
throughout her supple body. It was as if the years of hard service to the
queen had been washed away in the torrent of the count’s explosion.
Emboldened by the count’s gift and his promise, she untied his bonds. The
count thanked her greatly and vowed that he would thank her all the more
when they returned to his court. He bade her wait for him in the stables and
to make ready two of the queen’s fastest chargers for their escape. In the
meantime, he would pay the queen her due respects.
The count made his way through the corridors of the fortress, ever careful
to avoid any guards. When he found the queen’s bedchamber he softly opened
the door and crept in. A single candle still burned and the count saw the
queen naked and fast asleep on her bed of raven feathers. Treading softly
closer to her, he saw the necklace lying on a night table at the side of her
bed. He quietly lifted it up and clasped it around the queen’s neck. He let
his fingers glide over her full white breasts and down her belly. He felt
her patch of pubic hair brush against his hand and then cupped the soft
flesh of her cunt. He squeezed.
The queen’s eyes opened in alarm, but when she saw the count looking at her,
the enchantment of the necklace took immediate effect. The count rolled her
onto her belly and she was powerless to resist. Spreading her legs with his
knee, and pulling her onto all fours, he took hold of her hips and thrust
himself into her. She cried out, more in pleasure than pain, and the count
buried himself deep within her. Her ass bounced against his hips as he saw
himself disappear inside of her again and again.
The count could feel himself approaching orgasm as he pierced the queen as
hard he could. He pulled himself out of her tight royal pussy and spread her
ass cheeks exposing her smaller hole. The count knew that his gift would
have a most potent effect when released into such a forbidden place.
Vengeance quickened his resolve and he pushed himself in it. The queen
moaned. In a final frenzy of visceral passion, the count exploded in her,
sending wave upon wave of hot cum into the queen.
He quickly pulled out of her and turned her over. He watched as she began to
grow younger and younger until she was nothing more than a babe. His
vengeance had been taken.
The count found his clothes and after dressing, hurried to the queen’s
stables. The serving maid was there waiting for him. They left at once,
riding through the night and all the next day.
When they returned to the count’s court, there was much rejoicing at his
return. The count and the serving maid were married and they lived happily
ever after.
THE END.
The Count
An Erotic Fairy Tale
by Robert E. Berge
Once there was a young count whose cum was able to restore youth to the
aging and preserve it in the young. Needless to say, queens, princesses,
noble women, and sometimes noble men, would travel from many leagues away to
partake of the count’s special juice. When a guest would arrive at his
court, he would greet them courteously, and if they responded in kind, he
would allow them to unbuckle his belt, slide down his pants and take his
member in their hand. If their hands were supple and deft, he would nod to
them and allow them to take him into their mouth and suck him until his
sweet milk flowed down their throats. Once this was done, all wrinkles and
signs of aging smoothed out and the noble guest became as if in their prime
once more. If however, their hands were rough and demanding, he would send
them away without so much as a word.
Now it came to pass that a certain queen who was skilled in the dark arts
heard of the count and wanted him all to herself, for she had not yet
discovered the secret of immortality. Though she was not yet old, a wrinkle
had appeared on her forehead which greatly vexed her. With this desire in
her black heart, she contrived a plan by which the count would be bewitched
and follow her back to her fortress high up in the mountains to the north.
She traveled with her entourage to the count’s court and was soon admitted
an audience. When she beheld him, her wicked mouth curled in a wicked smile,
for the sight of the count greatly pleased her. The count greeted her kindly
and she curtseyed and bowed in response. He nodded to her, but before the
queen knelt to taste the count’s youth restoring cum, she summoned one of
her attendants to bring forth a most exquisite necklace which was truly fit
for a king. She took the necklace and saw how the count’s deep green eyes
dazzled at the sight of the gift.
“Please accept this as an offering of my thanks dear count.” She whispered.
The count lowered his head and the queen lay the necklace about his neck.
Then she undid his belt buckle and slid down his pants. Her pale white hand
tugged at the count’s endowment, as if claiming ownership. The count’s eyes
narrowed and he began to pull away, for her touch was too demanding. But
when her dark eyes met his the spell was complete. The queen had enchanted
the necklace so that once its wearer looked into the eyes of its giver, they
would be filled with unyielding desire for them.
The queen at once ran her hand through the count’s blonde hair and pulled it
back into her fist. She bent forward and whispered into the count’s ear that
he must follow her back to her fortress high in the mountains to the north.
The count at once bid his court farewell, and though there was much sorrow
at his departure, there was little that anyone could do. And so, through a
dark enchantment, the queen led the count away.
When they arrived at the queen’s fortress, she at once took the count to her
bed chamber. She had him stripped and began to stroke his cock with her pale
white hand, but soon tired of this and began to pull at it harshly. The more
the count winced in pain, the more she was delighted. She then knelt down
and took him in her mouth. Her lips clenched around his throbbing member and
she allowed her teeth to scratch his skin. Knowing that he was in pain but
could do nothing to resist only increased her resolve. Yet he did not cum.
She sucked and bit until the count was raw and barely able to stay standing.
Yet still, he did not cum. She laid him down on her bed which was made of
black raven feathers and abused his curved shaft with increased ferocity.
Yet again, he did not cum. Soon her own mouth was sore and her full crimson
red lips were chafing. In anger and frustration she ordered her guards to take
the count to the dungeon and have him tied up until he was more willing to bend
to her will.
The guards led the count into the dark stone dungeon and did as their
mistress bade them. The count’s hands were tied to a crossbar and his feet
were tied to posts. Despite such ill treatment however, the count did not
resist. His only thoughts were with the queen. If his thoughts began wander,
the power of the necklace quickly drew them back.
The queen meanwhile, was infuriated at her lack of success in extracting the
count’s youth giving cum. Little did she know that the release of his semen
was only possible when given by his own free will. Nor did it occur to her
that the very enchanted necklace that bound him to her was also the very
thing that kept her from acquiring the object of her desire. And so,
dressing in nothing but a waist corset, she took her best whip and made her
way down to the dungeon.
When the count saw her approach, his member at once grew rigid. She stood
before him an image of savage beauty. Her black hair and eyes, offered a
sharp contrast to her pale skin and pink nipples. His eyes went to the small
patch of hair between her legs. His own crotch ached for her despite being
still raw. This was partly owing to the enchantment, and partly from sheer
sexual hunger.
The queen began to whip him to assuage her frustration. She started by
whipping his back. He begged her to stop and promised to do anything she
asked him, but she continued. She then began to whip his buttocks until the
flesh there was almost purple. The count’s strength began to leave him
entirely as he whimpered in pain, his cock aching with a need for release.
The queen then put lips to shaft, and gripping the count’s tender ass,
pulled him violently into her mouth. His hips slammed against her face and
his balls pressed against her chin, but try as she might, the queen could
not bring the count to orgasm.
At once, she stood up and looked into the count’s pleading eyes. Her anger
was so great that she slapped him across his face and ripped the necklace
from his neck so that he might be aware of wretched condition.
The count immediately realized he was imprisoned and struggled with his
bonds. The queen only laughed and hurled insults at him. He swore to her
that should he ever be free she would pay for her treachery dearly. She in
turn promised that free he would never again be. She added that here he
would stay until he gave freely of his prized cum and then left him alone to
suffer in the dungeon.
Now it happened that later that same night a serving maid had come to the
dungeons to give what meager scraps of food as were left over from the
kitchen to the prisoners. She was a very beautiful woman, but after years of
hard service to the queen, she had aged a little prematurely. When she came
to the count her eyes lingered on him and his fine manhood. The count
noticed this and bade the serving maid to release him and he would in turn
make her his wife and preserve her youth as long as he lived. The serving
maid had heard tales of the count but was much afraid of her mistress. This
she told the count, and he bade her take him into her mouth and see if his
cum did not restore the luster to her flaxen hair, the freshness in her
eyes, and the firmness of her breasts. She agreed to this and gently wrapped
her lips around his head and deftly stroked his shaft until he came gushing
down her throat. All at once she felt a youthful energy spread all
throughout her supple body. It was as if the years of hard service to the
queen had been washed away in the torrent of the count’s explosion.
Emboldened by the count’s gift and his promise, she untied his bonds. The
count thanked her greatly and vowed that he would thank her all the more
when they returned to his court. He bade her wait for him in the stables and
to make ready two of the queen’s fastest chargers for their escape. In the
meantime, he would pay the queen her due respects.
The count made his way through the corridors of the fortress, ever careful
to avoid any guards. When he found the queen’s bedchamber he softly opened
the door and crept in. A single candle still burned and the count saw the
queen naked and fast asleep on her bed of raven feathers. Treading softly
closer to her, he saw the necklace lying on a night table at the side of her
bed. He quietly lifted it up and clasped it around the queen’s neck. He let
his fingers glide over her full white breasts and down her belly. He felt
her patch of pubic hair brush against his hand and then cupped the soft
flesh of her cunt. He squeezed.
The queen’s eyes opened in alarm, but when she saw the count looking at her,
the enchantment of the necklace took immediate effect. The count rolled her
onto her belly and she was powerless to resist. Spreading her legs with his
knee, and pulling her onto all fours, he took hold of her hips and thrust
himself into her. She cried out, more in pleasure than pain, and the count
buried himself deep within her. Her ass bounced against his hips as he saw
himself disappear inside of her again and again.
The count could feel himself approaching orgasm as he pierced the queen as
hard he could. He pulled himself out of her tight royal pussy and spread her
ass cheeks exposing her smaller hole. The count knew that his gift would
have a most potent effect when released into such a forbidden place.
Vengeance quickened his resolve and he pushed himself in it. The queen
moaned. In a final frenzy of visceral passion, the count exploded in her,
sending wave upon wave of hot cum into the queen.
He quickly pulled out of her and turned her over. He watched as she began to
grow younger and younger until she was nothing more than a babe. His
vengeance had been taken.
The count found his clothes and after dressing, hurried to the queen’s
stables. The serving maid was there waiting for him. They left at once,
riding through the night and all the next day.
When they returned to the count’s court, there was much rejoicing at his
return. The count and the serving maid were married and they lived happily
ever after.
THE END.
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About Robert Berge:
Robert Berge is a Freelance Writer whose main interests include Fantasy/Dark
Fantasy, Science Fiction, Historical Drama, and Erotica. Alongside working on
various screenplays, teleplays, plays, short stories, corporate videos, and web content,
he is also writing a collection of erotic fairy tales for possible future publication. Feel
free to visit his blog and leave any comments at http://robertsmuse.blogspot.com/.
Robert Berge is a Freelance Writer whose main interests include Fantasy/Dark
Fantasy, Science Fiction, Historical Drama, and Erotica. Alongside working on
various screenplays, teleplays, plays, short stories, corporate videos, and web content,
he is also writing a collection of erotic fairy tales for possible future publication. Feel
free to visit his blog and leave any comments at http://robertsmuse.blogspot.com/.