The Enchantress: Free Range

 [This is a much newer story, editted to fix some grammar mistakes. 

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I wanted to post this one ahead of some of the others because I'm personally proud of this little story. The dynamic of the princess and hero's relationship is much different than the earliest iterations as this story was written in 2020, a time when my tumblr followers were already used to stories of them together.]

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The hero waits in the unlit room of his dear princess. Tonight she returns to the palace from a royal trip to the west-most side of the continent where the kingdom’s many trades take place. The hero would usually follow the family in secret during these trips, as had been the tradition since he and his mistress were but children, but he had been occupied with a quest of utmost important and could not be abandoned.

He knows, with great relief, that the entire family had returned safe and are in the palace at the moment. He waits in the moonlight for his dearest to return. Safe in the knowledge that the room is, quite secretly, enchanted to only allow the princess and her closest confidants within.

A few minutes later, deep into the night, the door opens. In steps the princess, briefly a dark silhouette outlined by the light of the hall behind her before she shuts the door.

Princess: … I can always count on you to be here to greet me after these long trips.

The hero grins.

Hero: I just wanted to be sure you were alright. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it this time.

The princess walks toward the wooden drawers, rummaging them for candles and matches. Candle light and a fireplace would suit the mood tonight better than imported incandescent bulbs. 

Hero: Are you going to tell me about your trip?

Princess: Are you going to tell me about yours?

The hero chuckles. The princess lights a few candles. 

As the princess becomes visible the hero’s eyes widen slightly and he can’t help but stare. 

She wears a gown of what appears to be lycra, but somehow lustrous. It wraps around her form and hugs her hips and legs. It’s thick enough not to be revealing and extends down to just below her knees.

She notices him staring and he notices that she notices. Even still he cannot help. He clears his throat and pointedly looks away, pretending not to see her smirk.

Hero: I, um… I see you have a new sleeping gown. Is that from the west?

Princess: Indeed. The Hill Hugged Kingdom on the western islands have innovative weavers, and created this lustrous gown. What I’m wearing now is just the inner piece of an opulent, and frankly impractical ball outfit. I think it looks nice enough on its own, don’t you?

The hero mutters.

Hero: Do you really have to ask, you know I do…

She giggles and walks up to him. She hands him the box of flints and they both work toward starting the fire….

*** *** ***

They sit on the bear skin rug by the fire. The hero watches her with a great smile as she speaks. 

Princess: … and all of these bone white buildings are built so awfully close so most of the roads are too thin for carriages, which irked my father to no end but I found it delightful. The cities are made of these bunched up buildings surrounded by enormous, horizon blocking green hills.

Hero: Hence the kingdom’s name, yes?

Princess: Yes, but it’s not just grass. It’s actually bushels and shrubbery. We ate so many types of berries on our trip. A lot of them were surprisingly savory rather than sweet because their farmers selectively breed for…

As the hero watches his beloved talk at length of her journey he smiles wide. Her face lit up by the memories, her enthusiasm for travel and desire to share it all with him… For a while he’s transfixed by this alone and he wishes this moment could last forever more.

But his gaze eventually drifts down to her outfit… Her form fitting dress, its lustrous material glowing from the firelight… How they stretch allowing the princess’s body to move freely, but still hug and cover her… He blinks repeatedly, trying to gain control of himself. 

He… wants her…

Princess: … and everyone laughed to humor him, though privately I thought the joke was rather lame.

Hero: H-huh?

Princess: Oh, don’t worry about it. I was talking about their friendly king’s so-called wit and humor. Meanwhile, I assume, you were wondering if I’d get angry if you peeled off my gown with your teeth.

Hero: I can assure you, that was not what I was thinking. 

Princess: Hmph. I’m offended if that’s the case.

Hero: It’s lovely, and you’re lovely in it. I wouldn’t ever damage it.

The princess leans in and softly kisses her hero, who reciprocates. Her hand rests on his shirt, which she grasps. He himself can’t being himself to do more than caress her cheek.

She separates first.

Princess: Hold on… Not yet, hero.

Hero: Oh?

Princess: You haven’t talked to me tonight. About your trip.

Hero: It’s not all that interesting…

Princess: You’ll tell me.

The hero sighs. He looks at her face. He looks down, at her body, her dress. He stands up and walks toward the bed…

Hero: It’s a complicated story. 

Princess: Isn’t it always. 

Hero: Nothing sexy happens this time.

Princess: Now that’s new.

The hero’s lips twitch into a grin instinctively. He lies down, exhausted. The princess stands up from the floor and the hero watches her make her way to him. The dress fabric stretches slightly between her legs. He looks away, but as he feels the bed shift as she sits beside him he looks up at her.

Princess: Tell me. Please.

She’s so earnest and he refuses to deny hey anything that would make her so happy. The hero tries to recall all he can remember of that quest. Not an easy task as he lies in the soft bed, with the warmth of the fire and the presence of his princess by him.

He tries to remember the cold, empty nights…

Hero: …Can… Can I just tell the short version? For now?

Princess: Go on…

Hero: … I was up north. In the prairies. The locals had reason to believe a holy place had been invaded by a plague devil or something. Mothers all collectively going crazy, mass hysteria, crops turning to drugs, you know. The fabric of reality being infected.

Princess: Oh,,,

The princess lays down by him. He feels the bed shift and sees her looking up at him, engrossed.

Princess: Plague devil… So, a daeva?

Hero: Yeah. So I spent a few days in their holy lands, looking for the devil. Here’s the thing…

The hero propped himself up on the bed, lifting his hands up to emphasize…

Hero: It… it was vast… Definitely no small spot of land… A huge spot of purely flat earth. Not a single hill. Not a single tree. Only plant life up to my knees and rarely ever a rock.

Princess: I’ve read of this place… The infamously wide prairies of the Gods…

Hero: I don’t know if there really are gods in that place, but it was surreal. For days I was the only upright thing around for leagues. It was freedom… too much freedom… The polar opposite of a cramped dungeon, you might say.

Princess: I don’t follow?

Hero: Like… I might have gone mad if I had to stay any longer. At day it was like nothing I did mattered. I could swing my arms around for days without hitting a thing. I could launch a hundred arrows and bolts all around me and harm nothing but dirt and grass. It felt like I had no consequences. The blue sky above me stretched above me like an endless expanse, and the earth below me an infinite grassy void, all meeting in the horizons surrounding me.  And… and at night time… I would like down and be surrounded, engulfed, in the immense, cosmic black sheet, illuminated by a trillion stars… I felt like I was excessively free. So free, in fact, I was kind of being pulled apart by all the space around me…

The princess grasps his hand. 

Hero: …The first thing I did after I finished the job and left the holy land… was camp in the closest cave I could find. Then I sought a nice cabin… I just wanted to feel kind of shut in again… Just a little closed off, you know?

Princess: Shh… I understand…

She stands up and takes his hand. He stands and she embraces him…

Princess: You’re with me… In my holy place, now. And I’ll make you feel the opposite of that maddening freedom now…

She gently grasps the tufts of his hair and pulls his face to hers. They kiss there and the hero is keenly aware of his hardening cock, and how he can’t hide it from her. She’s pressing against it…

Princess: I change my mind… I don’t want to let you take off my gown…

Hero: O-oh?

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The hero is naked… His wrists are tied behind his back… He looks up at the luminescent princess, wrapped in her shapely gown… She walks toward him…

Princess: I have spent the week or so surrounded, hero… Surrounded by tall, ever present hills… Holing up in quaint little cities… 

She stands before him, her hands on her hips. He watches her in awe and she smirks. It’s not merely a show for his own sake, to make him hard and want her… She genuinely feels superior in the moment…

The man before her, on his knees and desiring to please her, is one of the mightiest men in the land… And she, who has no official power and is seen as a vestige of the royal class… controls him easily… She wants to flaunt this tonight… 

And tonight, conveniently so, she believes it will be healthy of her to do so.

Princess: You say you wanted to be… surrounded by walls, after your ordeal. Well I want to be the one doing the surrounding tonight…

She widens her stance. The underside of her gown stretches… It’s inviting and the hero knows what she wants…

And he oh so willingly enters… He enters her dress, between her legs… He raises his head upward, slowly and carefully as though her thighs will clap down on him like a crocodile…

The sleek and smooth gown easily stretches to accommodate his head and body now…

He kisses the inside of her thighs, feeling fabric stretch against the back of his head and neck, sealing him in…

The princess looks down at the round bump rising toward her crotch… She pets the fabric covered head encouragingly…

Princess: Don’t fear… Your dear princess will never let you feel so free… I will not permit you to leave… Now kiss… higher…

The hero explores his way up, and as he does he reaches tighter areas of the gown… Though still comfortably flexible, it becomes less elastic around the upper thighs… He feels his head being pulled and guided toward her center almost…

He reaches his goal… When his face is where it should be, and her moist crotch is mere millimeters from his face, her thighs clamp down on him.

Princess: No escape, my dear. No escape at all.

*** *** ***

She wants to stand… But his technique is making it somewhat difficult… She’s petting him encouragingly…

Her dress wraps around his head, and her thighs locks it in place… He licks and kisses carefully. It’s his only key against the lock that is the princess… 

Sometimes she knows he needs space to breathe… She lets go of his head and he moves it away just a little bit to breathe… The dress stretches as he does so…

Then she pinches the bit of dress from her behind and pulls it in, and it drags the hero’s helpless head back to her pussy, where it belongs…

Princess: No no no… Break time is over… No leaving my legs… No leaving my gown…

She places one hand against her hip, and one against the hero’s head, encouraging him…

She gives in to the pleasure just a little and humps him soon…

She stands there, wrapped around her hero like the hills around the tiny cities in the kingdom, and humps and humps and humps her captive…

First just little leans into him when he’s doing a good job.. 

Then they become thrusts. She moans as she does so. 

Princess: Mmm… Good… Good boy…  Good Boy… Oh Yes. YES. YES!

She thrusts against him all through her climax… In the end she’s practically leaning against his head…

Princess: Oh… O-Oh… My love… oh~

She slowly gains her composure… The hero doesn’t move… He stays hugging her legs, head rested against her thighs…

The princess, loving feeling so shaken, and yet still thoroughly and ostensibly in control, speaks…

Princess: Mmm… You did such a good job, sweet hero… I want to reward you… But I need you to stay. To stay, surrounded, wrapped up down there, for just a bit longer. I don’t want to let you out.

She doesn’t imagine he has much in the way of objections… Until, however, she lifts one leg up… her toe rubs, gently, the tip of his cock, and he shudders. She chuckles… Teasing and riling him up…

“Sorry, hero,” she thinks, “But no freedom for you… You will cum… When I let you cum…”

Princess: Oh hero~ Won’t you stay mastered by my little feet and my dress for just a tiny bit longer?

She tugs the back of her dress again, pulling him closer to her legs, where he dripping pussy awaited… He couldn’t help himself but begin again, kissing her knees, and up… and up…

And in that candle lit room privy to no one but themselves, they stayed. The princess as his captor, mistress, and even cage. The hero as the beloved conquered prisoner, kept semi-forcefully warm by her legs and tight gown, as far away from the dreadful freedom and as close captivation as possible…