Copyright 2018 Nina Dalicia
Chapter One
The portrait was meant to be a gift.
It was a beautiful painting, capturing the likeness of the newly coronated Queen Raye perfectly. The young monarch of the neighbouring kingdom of Helene was a vision of beauty, none would contest. But in the end, they had to get rid of it. If Princess Amelia had to state one reason why it wasn't suitable, she would have to say that it captured Raye's essence almost too well.
That is to say, the full body portrait not only exaggerated Queen Raye's already generous figure, but her gorgeous yet modest purple gown was... strategically edited as well. A little too fitting in some places, a little too revealing in others... it was a lovely picture, just not one they would be likely to hang where anyone could see it. So it had to be scrapped, and the artist advised to keep it in his pants next time.
So it was with great sadness, and with great difficulty, that Princess Amelia personally set the portrait to the side in a dark corner, to be discarded in the morning. And it was with even greater difficulty that she snuck down to retrieve it late that evening, safely delivering the borderline pornographic portrait to her bedchamber, whereupon she stripped naked and lay back on her bed, finally given a chance to masturbate. She had been waiting for this moment since she first laid eyes on the finished work.
"Oh God, Raye," Amelia moaned to herself. "I liked your hair long, you know... oooh..." Her talented and experienced fingers worked her clit, while another hand hefted and squeezed a heavy breast. It was late, and the dim candles cast flickering light over the great portrait. In the meager light, and in her approaching ecstasy, Amelia was sure that the image of Raye had winked at her. And her typical warm, welcoming smile appeared to becoming closer to that of a smirk, as though she were enjoying the scene before her as much as Amelia was.
Amelia bit her lip as she tried to stifle a cry; her first orgasm of the evening putting an arch in her back and a song in her heart. She rode the waves of pleasure for a moment, eventually settling back to rest for a moment in her wondrous afterglow. Upon catching her breath, she put both her hands on her breasts, her nipples still hard, and pushed them together, creating a deep cleavage. She then imagined pushing her large breasts into Raye's similarly curvaceous figure, nipples rubbing against each other, and she felt the embers of her pleasure begin to be stoked once again.
She was about to reach for herself when she heard what sounded like a flap of wings near the window. Her attention was drawn for only an instant, but it was enough to notice a small ornament lying on the sill. Amelia got up and went to the window, picking up the strange object, then stepping back (though she was high up, she was still naked, after all). There wasn't much to it; just a beautiful diamond mounted on a small ceramic base, rubies accentuating the diamond's pedestal. But she had enough diamonds, and she certainly had no need of unexplained, suddenly-appearing diamonds in places where they very much ought not to be. So she pulled her arm back, preparing to hurl the object out of the window and into the empty courtyard far below.
Why she didn't is the sort of thing that can't really be explained. Perhaps the diamond caught the light just so, drawing her eye. Perhaps the mystery of where the object had come from got the better of her. Perhaps she just changed her mind.
"Maybe I'll give it to Raye," Amelia smiled to herself. She went to put the diamond back on the windowsill, but was stopped just short of it by a stabbing pain in her crotch.
"Oww- AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Amelia screamed, dropping the diamond. It hit the floor and bounced under the bed as Amelia sat back on it in shock, staring in stunned silence at her brand new, fully erect cock. That she had just rammed into the stone windowsill.
After a few moments, Amelia came to her senses enough to go to the heavy door of her chambers, listening for approaching guards, her body turned to prevent smashing her newfound penis into anything else. She could not hear anyone coming. It was late enough that her scream hadn't attracted any attention, it seemed.
"Do I wake the doctor... do I tell anyone...?" Amelia wondered out loud, laying back on the bed, the great cock standing hard at attention. Though Amelia didn't know this, it was a particularly large cock, as cocks go. Its surprise headbutt into the stone windowsill didn't seem to have left any damage on its big, thick head.
Exploring the rest of her crotch region with her hands, she was surprised to find that she still appeared to have labia. The slit was directly under the massive cock, and she slid her fingers into it, getting the same jolt of pleasure she was used to receiving. She did not have a scrotum, either, just the massive pillar erupting from where her clitoris should be.
Her attention was then drawn to the portrait of Raye, coming into focus behind the sudden appendage. "I guess I know how to make it go away somewhat," Amelia reasoned, taking hold of the massive shaft with one hand, while her other prepared to work her breast. "I can't get anything done with this massive hardon, now can I?"
But it didn't seem to... work. "Isn't this how men masturbate?" Amelia asked herself, after what felt like a very long time. It felt good, for certain, and she was enjoying the thought of plowing Raye with her newfound attachment. But after spending quite a while pumping her fat cock with one hand, she had to switch to the other, and then she was forced to try both. "Why isn't it going off?" she asked, in growing frustration.
If anything, the surprise cock appeared to be getting harder. And it was beginning to redden, too. Attributing that to her attempted masturbation, Amelia changed tactics and grabbed a book from her nightstand, attempting to ignore the dick into submission. Fifteen minutes later, this had achieved nothing.
"God dammit!" Amelia shouted, throwing the book to the side. It felt harder, and she hoped it was just her imagination making it seem like it was slightly larger, too. It was definitely getting hotter, though. She stood up and looked out the window. "What's happening to me-"
That was when the moonlight hit the shining fortress, far up the hill, where Amelia's older sister Evelyn was living in self-imposed exile. It shone like a beacon in the night. "Evelyn," Amelia realized. "She has magic, and she's been studying it for months. She might know what's going on. But how will I get there...?"
Amelia pulled on her pyjama dress, her giant cock giving it an impressive tent in the front. Then she got dressed as best she could over it; boots, winter coat, a jacket wrapped around her waist. Pulling on a hat and gloves, she left the relative warmth of her bedchamber and went to see her sister, leaving only a note where someone would find it that she was gone visiting for a few days.
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It was a few hours' ride up into the mountains of Pandora for Amelia, an awkward ride as she had to sit slightly askew in the saddle in order to give her penis somewhere to go. Her sister Evelyn had sequestered herself away into the eastern fortress, terrified that her ice magic might one day hurt someone. Now soldiers brought her supplies twice a month and tried to talk her into coming back to the castle, but she would always refuse. Amelia's visits were typically a little more cordial, but Evelyn would refuse her too. Amelia knew Evelyn was just scared, but it hurt being so far away from her older sister.
An hour into the trip, Amelia was sweating. It was snowing, and a little windy, but while Amelia was used to the cold, she still shouldn't be this warm. She pulled up her nightshirt and looked at her cock, quite certain that the beastly dick was redder than ever now. The strangeness continued as she got hotter and hotter, eventually tossing off the jacket from around her waist and opening her coat.
"What is happening," Amelia wondered aloud as she rode. "I feel so... so warm..."
She eventually stopped the horse and slid off. She experimentally removed her coat altogether, standing in what was becoming a snowstorm wearing only a nightshirt and boots. Her legs were bare, and she removed her hat and mitts too. Amelia pulled up the nightshirt and revealed her cock to the forest, and realized that she wasn't getting wet from the snow anymore. Indeed, the snow was melting and evaporating before it could hit her.
Amelia knelt down and picked up a handful of snow, then dropped it above her cock. Even the heavy clump of wet snow sizzled out of existence before it could reach the massive, pulsing penis.
She took off her boots and stepped towards a snowbank, her feet bare. The snow wasn't even cold between her toes, and it melted shortly after anyway. "The heat from this thing..." she mumbled in confusion.
This is how she wound up riding the rest of the way completely naked, as though she had a protective bubble against the snow, and the cold wind was nothing but a refreshing breeze to her. She had stashed her clothes in a saddlebag, and she was continually astounded by how the path she was blazing through the snow-covered forest appeared to be widening.
The mountain fortress finally came into view. Amelia tied on the horse nearby and marched right up to the door, her own little sphere a balmy summer day against the storm outside. She banged on the door. "Evelyn!" Amelia shouted. "Wake up! I need help!"
