Legends of Lust

by Autumn Bardot

  The next morning the old woman burst into the house waving a crinkled announcement. “Come quick.

  Look! I was leaving town when I saw the king’s messenger nailing this to a tree. It’s a reward for the safe return of the princess.”

  “Did you tell him I was here?” Princess Nazani’s lips pouted with disappointment.

  “Of course,” said the old woman. “He is returning to the palace as we speak to tell the king where you are.”

  The old woman saw the unhappiness on both the girls’ faces and her heart clenched with pity for their impossible love.

  A knight arrived before noon riding a magnificent chestnut mare with an expressive, pearl-colored face. Two more horses followed behind.

  The knight dismounted and went to the princess. “Are you well, Princess Nazani?”

  “Quite well,” said Nazani. “This man and his mother have taken excellent care of me.”

  “Would you like to have a bowl of dzhash before returning?” asked the old woman. “Garin will water your horses while you eat.”

  The hungry knight accepted the offer, leaving Garin holding the reins of three horses.

  Garin stroked the mare’s pearly-white forehead. “You’re an intelligent looking horse.”

  “Thank you,” replied the horse.

  Garin dropped the reins and stumbled back. “What?” She looked around. “Armen?” Her fishing buddy Armen was a jokester, always playing tricks. “Where are you hiding, Armen?”

  “No Armen here, just me. My name is Lulizar.” The mare nudged the reins on the ground. “Better grab these or the other two horses will wander off.”

  Garin picked up the reins, her eyes never leaving the horse. “You talk.”

  Lulizar snorted. “And here I thought you were a smart girl.”

  Garin glanced back at the house. “You know I’m a girl?” “Of course. I can smell it.”

  Garin sniffed her armpit.

  “Not there. Your cunt. Does the princess know?” “No. What’s the point? She’s a princess, and I’m a poor nobody.” Garin heaved a heavy sigh before leading the horses to a narrow creek beyond the fruit trees.

  Lulizar knew a lovesick sigh when he heard one. “Did you deflower her yet? The girl needs a good fucking. Might tame her wild spirit a bit.”

  “How am I suppose to do that without a cock?” Lulizar drank from the creek. “A strap-on,” she said after drinking her fill.

  “What?”

  “Make one out of wood—not too huge but big enough to thrill.”

  Garin’s mouth hung open.

  “Nine inches ought to satisfy that hot little missy.” Lulizar nudged Garin. “You always wanted a cock, right—close your mouth girl, I know these things— anyway I’m telling you how to have one. You do know what one looks like, don’t you?”

  Garin nodded, mouth still agape.

  “The ones I’ve seen are carved smooth and attach to the body with a strap around the waist.”

  “I could be a man.” Garin grinned for a moment before her elated expression fell. “The princess is leaving, it’s too late.”

  “You’re going with her. The king wants to personally thank and offer a reward to the person who found her.”

  Garin touched the spot where her cock should have been. “Wood is too hard. I can stuff some leather... make some testicles.”

  “Ah, just as I thought, you are a smart girl.”

  “But won’t the princess discover the truth?”

  “Eventually.” The horse turned her head at the sound of the knight’s call. “Come on, Garin. Let’s take your ladylove home. But first, a word of advice. Do not ask the king for jewels or gold. Ask for me.”

  Sure enough, the knight told Garin to ride with them back to the palace. Garin raced inside to pack a rucksack. She paused to grab a cucumber from the table, then tied it low on her hips with a ribbon.

  Not bad. It feels right. Why didn’t I ever do this before?

  Garin hitched up her trousers, grabbed the rucksack, and slung her quiver of arrows over her shoulders.

  Princess Nazani was waiting for Garin outside the door. “I’m so glad we have a few more hours together.” She hugged Garin tight, pressing their bodies together. “Oh.” She giggled at Garin’s arousal. “One more quick kiss.”

  The kiss wasn’t quick, it was long and deep and wet. A kiss they both knew was the last one they would ever share.

  Garin pulled away. “If the knight sees us kissing I’ll get death not a reward.”

  A moment later, they emerged from the house. The princess gave the old woman a hug before mounting the horse.

  As the horses trotted away, Garin looked over her shoulder at her mother. Her hand was on her cheek, a sad smile on her face.

  It did not take long for the knight to suspect that the princess had fallen for the pretty-faced commoner. Both talked and laughed with a comfortable ease. Except for their different stations in life, they made a good match, their natures complementing each other’s.

  They were deep in the forest when Garin stopped the horse and signaled for quiet. She pulled an arrow from the quiver, threaded the bow, and let loose. Her aim, as always, was true, and struck the deer in the heart, killing it instantly.

  “Dinner,” said Garin to the impressed knight. She leapt down, bound the deer, then slung it over the horse, securing it with the strength and efficiency of a man.

  They arrived at the palace, a towering stone structure with four turrets and tiled conical roofs. The king and queen stood at the entrance.

  Princess Nazani ran into her parents’ waiting arms and hugged them tight.

  “We are forever in your debt,” said the king to Garin. “Name your reward. Jewels? Gold?”

  Garin looked at Nazani with longing, Nazani’s taste still on Garin’s lips. She scratched her chin like she often saw men do. “That’s a tough decision.”

  Lulizar whinnied a reminder, which wasn’t necessary. Garin planned on taking the mare’s advice.

  “I have no need for gold or jewels.” Garin stroked Lulizar’s forehead. “But I rather like this pearl-faced mare.”

  “Lulizar? She’s past her prime,” said the king.

  Lulizar snorted in protest.

  “She is strong, sure-footed, and fast, though.” The king crossed his arms. “Are you certain that’s all you want?”

  I want your daughter but since I’m neither a prince nor a man I’ll have to settle for the memory of our stolen kisses.

  “Quite sure,” said Garin. “It was reward enough to escort the princess home.”

  The queen whispered in the king’s ear.

  “Should I put the gold in the saddlebags then?” The king narrowed his eyes as he studied the lean youth before him.

  “No, your majesty. I am content with Lulizar. Besides, how can I put a value on the princess? She is priceless, her beauty and virtue of incalculable worth.”

  Princess Nazani beamed at Garin, and Garin beamed back, their adoring looks noticed by the queen.

  “Well said,” nodded the king. “Take Lulizar to the stables, brush down your new horse, and join our feast.”

  After offering the deer to the king and queen, Garin followed the stable boy to Lulizar’s stall.

  “What are you going to do about Princess Nazani?” Lulizar stuck her muzzle into a bag of oats.

  Garin shrugged and shook her head.

  “Did I hear my name?” Nazani poked her head into the stall.

  Garin glanced at Lulizar. “Just me. I like saying your name, it reminds me of—”

  “Our kiss?” Nazani leaned against the wood slats. “You could have asked Father for anything and he would have given it to you. Why didn’t you?”

  “Because I want you.” Garin put down the saddle and fenced Nazani in with her arms.

  Nazani’s head rested against the wood panel. “Kiss me again.”

  Garin leaned in and found Nazani’s tongue was warm and demanding. Garin’s hands roamed over Nazani
’s body, lingering at her breasts, caressing them despite the thick embroidered fabric.

  “I want to feel your hands on my bare skin.” Nazani’s hand swept over the front of Garin’s trousers. “I want to feel this.” Her palm swooshed back and forth across his fake arousal.

  “I want to taste this.” Garin’s hand wiggled between the folds of Nazani’s dress.

  Lulizar snorted.

  “Taste?” Nazani’s eyes lit up.

  Garin knelt down, lifted Nazani’s dress, and stroked Nazani’s calves and thighs.

  “That feels so good.” Nazani hitched her skirt higher.

  Garin’s mouth grazed Nazani’s inner thigh while Princess Nazani breathed loud, throaty groans. Garin kissed her dark downy mound, inhaled her musk.

  Nazani shifted, spread her legs apart. “Do it. Lick me there.”

  Garin’s tongue snugged inside, the taste of her first cunt releasing any inhibitions.

  “Better than honey.” Garin found Nazani’s slick nub and swept her tongue over it, each sweet pass inciting Nazani’s throaty coos. Garin herself was wet, her own cunt throbbing.

  “Don’t stop,” said Nazani.

  Stop? I can’t. I’m so turned on by your groans my cunt aches.

  Garin fanned wide Nazani’s sex and marveled at her gloss. Garin’s lust climbed upward, each lick and suck causing her own clit to swell.

  My clit should be a cock.

  When Nazani’s cooing became raspy, Garin nuzzled deeper. Nazani smacked the wood slat partition between the stalls, the steady beats marking her ascent. She let loose a long, low, throaty squeal, her fists beating on Garin’s shoulders, her legs trembling with the power of her first orgasm.

  “I love you.” Nazani panted. “I love you, I love you.”

  Garin stood and kissed her cheek. “I love you too, Princess Nazani.”

  Nazani smoothed her skirt. “I’m going to talk to my father right now. I’m going to tell him everything.”

  What?

  Lulizar, who had been watching the whole time, swished her tail back and forth with frustration.

  “What are you going to tell the king?” Garin licked Nazani’s gloss from her lips.

  “That I love you. That no one but you is capable of making me happy.” Nazani walked through the gate.

  “Horny?” asked Lulizar after Nazani was gone. “Better finish yourself off.”

  Garin leaned against the gate and rubbed her clit. It didn’t take long until she shook with orgasmic relief. “Now what?”

  “Better make a strap-on cock fast. Our princess is a shameless little miss.” Lulizar nudged Garin. “Oh, don’t look so worried. Everything will work out. Get a move on. You need a bath.”

  At the feast, Garin sat near enough to the royal table to see that Nazani’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. Much as she loved the princess, this worried Garin, her lie a heavy rock on her heart.

  At the end of the feast, the king stood and lifted his gold goblet. “As many of you already know, this honorable young man,” he gestured to Garin, “returned my precious daughter unharmed. He refused my offer of gold and jewels. Said his reward was escorting the princess home. He asked only for one pearly faced mare. Even more impressive is what my daughter told me earlier this afternoon. Princess Nazani said Garin made her feel more wonderful than she ever felt before, that he ignited such a depth of feeling that she could not bear it if he left.” The king’s eyes met Garin’s. “My daughter’s happiness means everything to me, and so it is with great joy that I give her in marriage to Garin. Make her happy, young man, and you will want for nothing.” While the room thundered with applause, Garin’s hand flew to her chest in terror. The guests took one look at Garin’s shocked face and assumed it was joy.

  What have I done? I’ve deceived my true love! What will Nazani do when she finds out I’m a woman? She’ll never forgive me and the king will run a blade through my broken heart!

  Garin met Nazani’s triumphant smile despite the stab in her not-a-man heart. There were many congratulations, and the newly engaged couple wasn’t able to speak in private, which suited Garin and the queen just fine.

  The queen, seeing lust shining in her daughter’s eyes, escorted Nazani to her chambers and locked her in. “It’s for your own good.” She turned the key. “Supervised visits until the wedding. You must remain pure.”

  Garin ran to the stables and told Lulizar what happened.

  “Should I run away? Tell her I’m a woman? What should I do?”

  “Make a strap-on,” said Lulizar. “Fuck her good. It will all work out.”

  “If it doesn’t?”

  “I’m the fastest horse around.”

  While the king planned the seven-day celebration, the queen made sure Nazani and Garin were never left alone. She knew sexual yearning when she saw it. Though the queen was disappointed Nazani had fallen in love with a commoner, she was happy to discover how well suited they were. Their temperaments balanced each other’s. Where Nazani was impetuous, Garin was cautious. Where Nazani was frivolous, Garin was sensible. Even more pleasing, the queen never heard Garin speak to or treat her daughter with anything but the utmost respect. Like equals. The queen was more impressed with this common lad than any arrogant prince.

  When Garin wasn’t attending court functions and parties, she locked her door and worked on the strapon cock. She used butter-soft leather, stitched it meticulously, and stuffed the length until it was as hard as a real cock—the cock denied her by Nature. Securing it to the strap was the real challenge, but after several attempts she devised a holster of sorts, the shaft through a ring, a leather sack stuffed with two soft balls beneath, and a strap going around her waist and thighs. There was only one problem. Actually two.

  “Nazani won’t be able to see me naked,” said Garin, modeling the strap-on for Lulizar.

  “Tell her you’re shy or that she’ll be frightened by its size,” said Lulizar.

  “This false cock doesn’t shoot cum either,” said Garin.

  “Or impregnate her,” added Lulizar.

  Make that three problems.

  The morning of the wedding, Garin held her weeping mother.

  “The king will hang you, or worse, when he discovers you’re a woman.” The old woman blew her nose. “I curse the day I found that girl.”

  “Don’t say that, Mother. I love her.”

  “But does she really love you? The woman you?”

  Mother doesn’t understand. My flesh is woman, but my heart and head is man. I am both and neither.

  Garin sighed and shook her head. “I don’t know.”

  The wedding was the event of the year, hundreds of guests crowding into the cathedral. Garin had spent a week learning court protocol and wedding etiquette but nothing had prepared her for the first sight of her bride. Garin’s heart leapt, Nazani’s beauty and poise eliminating all but the most manly of feelings for a brief, wonderful moment.

  I am the luckiest person alive. Nazani is mine. My future, with her. I will not let her down. I will love and protect her forever.

  Garin blinked back tears, squared her shoulders, and enjoyed the dream that was doomed.

  It was late when Garin and Nazani finally arrived at their nuptial chambers, a room ablaze with candles and scented with flower petals and fragrant herbs.

  “I want to make love by moonlight.” Garin walked about the room and extinguished all the candles.

  Nazani’s arms wrapped around Garin. “Help me take off my wedding dress.”

  Garin lifted the loop of coins around Nazani’s chin and removed her jeweled headpiece and veil, fanning her tresses over her shoulders. “I’ve been out of my mind with desire the entire day.” Garin tossed the headpiece on the bed. “I can’t wait much longer.” Garin’s tongue pushed between Nazani’s lips, heartened by her enthusiastic response.

  Garin pressed down through Nazani’s embroidered dress, the curves of her body concealed beneath the layers.

  “Let me just�
��” Nazani sighed.

  “I want you now, wife.” Garin eased her onto the bed.

  Nazani rasped her approval as Garin pulled the wedding dress to her waist, then dipped into Nazani’s pink gloss, already wet and hot, and glided two fingers back and forth until Nazani’s hips began thrusting.

  “You’re mine now.” Garin deepened the kiss. At least until you discover the truth about me.

  The strap-on cock sprung from the vent between Garin’s trouser legs. Like a real man, Garin held the base and guided it toward Nazani’s tight wet cunt.

  “I’ll try to be gentle,” Garin said feeling her own snatch moisten and squeeze.

  “Shove it in!” Nazani grabbed Garin’s ass. “Shove. It. In!”

  Garin pushed, felt the resistance, felt it give, then plunged deep.

  Nazani’s head lifted off the bed. “You’re huge!”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “It feels wonderful! Fuck me, husband.”

  Garin drove into Nazani hard and fast, the leather testicles rubbing against her own clit. Nazani’s throaty rasps were a drug that pulled Garin from reality and into the fantasy of maleness, the strap-on cock seeming real.

  Nazani growled her bliss, her orgasm sending Garin over the edge, her own clit erupting with release beneath the leather testicles. But unlike a real cock, the strap-on was always hard, and Garin kept driving into Nazani as she came again and again.

  “No more, no more,” the exhausted Nazani pleaded.

  Garin lowered the wedding dress, then curled up beside Nazani, and they both fell into a satisfied sleep.

  The next two nights, Nazani was too sore to fuck despite taking cool baths to soothe her well-fucked hole.

  On the fourth night of the wedding celebration, Nazani announced her complete recovery.

  “Leave the candles lit,” said Nazani. “I want to see you naked and I want to see your cock.”

  Garin took off Nazani’s headpiece and veil, and kissed the nape of her neck. “And I want to see you.”

  Nazani’s dress was not easy to remove, and Garin used the slow undressing to tease her. Garin sprinkled kisses on Nazani’s shoulders, nuzzled her neck, and suckled her breasts until the writhing Nazani begged to be fucked.