When the Queen said she wanted to hunt slimes and gather herbs, my emotions were conflicted.On one hand, I was relieved — it was probably way less painful than diving into a dungeon.On the other hand... hunting slimes and picking herbs? How could the Queen find that fun?I would soon realize just how wrong I was.
"Oh, my prince, an evil slime is attacking me!" The Queen began another of her roleplays.
A slime would never actually threaten the Queen. Honestly, it was impressive that one had dared approach her at all. I went along with her roleplay. After all, I always benefited from it.
"Fear not, my beloved! I shall protect you from this vile creature!" I began my cheesy performance.
"The prince is such a bad actor," the Elf said aloud while scribbling in her notebook.
Mock all you want, you bastard elf, nothing will ruin my moments of bliss with the Queen.
I drew my dagger and went to slay the slime.It was... stuck to the Queen's chest. How the hell did it even get there?
When I cut the slime and the gel splashed all over the Queen's boobs, dissolving part of her outfit. I immediately understood her true intentions. And I learned never to underestimate her again.
"I'm gonna go hunt something for us to eat while y'all mess around with the jelly," said the Bear. Who cares about the Bear?
"I'll just turn away and give my Queen some privacy," said Sabrina. Who cares about Sabrina?
"The vile prince lets a slime attack the poor Queen just to see her boobs," commented the Elf. Who cares about the Elf?
The Queen's massive boobs were jiggling right in front of me, all covered in slime gel.
"Oh, Arthy, help! A slime is attacking me!" Mary? Okay, now that I care about.
"Don't worry, I'll defend you all!"
When I turned, a slime had latched onto Mary's butt. I cut the little bastard, and — there it was: a red lacy panty hugging her beautiful, slime-covered buttocks, right in front of me.
This little dynamic continued:The Queen would call for help, I'd kill the slime stuck to her, and be rewarded with the sight of her gorgeous thighs. Mary would call for help, I'd kill the slime, and her soft belly would be exposed.
Thanks to the Queen's imaginative mind, my life had become so much happier.
Soon, they were down to just lingerie: The Queen in her traditional black lingerie (which I could never get enough of) and her golden crown.
Mary in her seductive red lingerie and her nun habit. Both were covered in slime gely from head to toe.
"Oh, I'm all dirty, how will I ever clean up?" the Queen asked.
I don't know how, but I immediately volunteered.
"Let me try, Queen," Mary said.
She then began rubbing the Queen's body with her hands. What a spectacular sight I was witnessing! Not that anyone cared, but for the first time ever, the Elf fell silent. I think even she was overwhelmed by what she was seeing.
Sabrina faced a tree trunk, trying not to look... though judging by how red and breathless she was, she wasn't succeeding very well.
"Oh, Queen, it looks like using my hands won't be enough. Let me try something else," Mary said, pulling my attention right back.
Mary then started rubbing her own body against the Queen's. There's a magic in boobs rubbing against boobs that simply can't be explained.
"It doesn't seem to be working, Queen," Mary said.
"Keep trying, Mary, just keep trying."
When would it be my turn to join in?
"No way, Mary, we'll need a bath. My prince, would you bathe us?"
Only a madman would refuse a request like that.
Before I could even answer, the Queen snapped her fingers and teleported us to a hot spring. There was no such place in our kingdom, so I have no idea where we ended up — but who cares?
The important thing was: I was completely naked, submerged in hot water, with the Queen and Mary also completely naked...Well, the Queen still had her crown, and Mary, her habit.
The weird part was that they had also brought the Elf and Sabrina along, and they witnessed everything that happened next.
What exactly happened? Well, you'll just have to use your imagination.
Because now we cut to the Bear returning from his hunt and finding no one around:
"Where's ever'body at?"
Later, after eating the lunch the Bear cooked, and after a nice long rest to recover energy, our adventure continued. The memory of that blissful morning still fresh in my mind, filling me with strength.
"Now we just need to pick a few herbs and we can call it a day, right?" I asked.
"Ain't no need to pick nothin'. While y'all was doin' yer thing, I done gathered it all up already." the Bear answered.
"No, the herbs we need can only be found deep in the forest," the Queen corrected.
Actually, the herbs for our quest could easily be found near the roads. But I had already learned: when the Queen wants to play, things tend to end well for me.
"Let's go, my love! Let's head into the depths of the forest to collect your precious herbs!" I resumed my cheesy act.
"Oh, my dear prince, will you protect me from all the forest's dangers?" asked the Queen.
"Do ya really gotta talk like that? It's plum embarrassin' just to watch." the Bear said.
Yeah, Bear, I think so too. But the rewards were well worth it.
"Careful, Ted. When they start talking like that, we might end up witnessing things we shouldn't," the Elf warned.
Guess witnessing our morning 'activities' had left the Elf a bit traumatized.
Even though the Queen had asked me to protect her, we didn't encounter any danger...Until the Elf shouted a warning:
"Ted, turn around! We must flee! We've entered a high-risk zone!"
"What ya skeered of, lil' flower? It's just a field o' Red Lotus. It ain't dangerous, it's just..." The Bear didn't finish, because the Elf cut him off:
"Aphrodisiac! And in the hands of these people, it could become a weapon of mass destruction. We need to leave!"
The Bear picked a handful of red lotuses and said:
"A'right, let's git on outta here. But we can snag us a lil' bit to mess with later, right?"
The Elf just nodded and they left.
Honestly, I don't even want to imagine how their intimacy works.
Sabrina also picked up a single lotus flower and teleported away without saying a word. That, I definitely took pleasure imagining: just what Sabrina would do with that flower...
I was brought back from my daydream by the Queen's voice:
"Are you not coming, my dear?"
She was holding Mary's hand as they walked toward the sea of red lotuses.
That was, without a doubt, one of the happiest days of my life.