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Terms for Jasmine (An Anon E. Mus Tale)	By : Magmos Category: -Misc Cartoons > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 15785 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Well, this is certainly gonna be interesting, making a fanfic of a fan character. Like some kind of Fanception.
For those of you not in the know, Iris is a character created by an artist called Akabur for his game Princess Trainer. Basically, it’s where a good bit of the inspiration of this story stems from and I’d very much recommend you check it out if you get a chance. Akabur may be one of the few people with a worse work ethic than me, but when he’s on the ball he’s the stuff of porn legend in my book!
Anyway, enough of my rambling, let’s get to the fic!
As an aside, I’d like to stress that Iris is a FREAKY kind of kinky. Like, violent kind of kinky. If the idea of getting downright abusive during sex is not your cup of tea, 1. You’ve been warned, and 2. I don’t blame you, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like Iris and I really wanted to write this chapter, and not including that would’ve been a disservice to her and her creator. So blame Akabur for this, not me.
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The Kingdom of Mus occupies a rather odd spot in the deserts. In a land with more sand than anything else, Mus stands as the only kingdom with more water than sand. As you might imagine, this has led to it becoming one of the more prosperous nations among the great deserts, with every nation offering everything they could to get regular and massive shipments of the precious liquids.
That said however, wealth tends to attract the eyes of those who have none for themselves. People whom could best be described as parasites clinging to an animal and sucking on any scraps they can force off of their host. While today the roads leading to and from Mus are quite safe, it was not too long ago that they were the most treacherous roads to traverse in the desert.
What caused such a shift in the roads you ask? Well that is a tale that began a few years back before Anon first met Jasmine…
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Among the sands of the Sultanate of Mus, far from any other signs of civilization lay a group of tents spread out in a seemingly random pattern. In the center of the tents was a large bonfire, and around the bonfire there were people. Not normal people though, no. Not honest men and women and children enjoying a night of revelry in some type of festival. No, these men were some of the worst cutthroats, bandits, and bastards ever born to raid the sands.
The cause for their celebration could be seen strewn around the camp. Large barrels of water and wine, fine foods from the land and sea, and chest upon chest of gold and gems, all of which had been taken from the now shattered remains of what looked to be a particularly fancy caravan with a pack of camels lounging nearby.
The festivities soon came to a stop however, as a man holding a goblet of wine stood atop a large platform. At first glance one might be forgiven for not thinking much of him. While he was well muscled, he was also rather short, cutting a stout figure that would barely reach past the belly of most people. However, a closer look at the man revealed he was much more than one would first think. While stout, none of him was fat, with muscles bulging from every part of him, one of his eyes was milky white with a nasty looking scar, and his lightly bearded face beheld a cunning, yet brutal mind. As the man stood up, the crowd around him began chanting.
“MASLAB! MASLAB! MASLAB!”
Maslab. Known to many as the devil amongst the dunes, was well known to any and all who attempted to traverse Mus’ roads as the biggest threat anyone with wealth of any type could face. Brutally cunning and cunningly brutal, he and his marauders would strike traders, transports, even royal processions without mercy, take anything of value, and return to the sands without a trace beyond the battered guards and merchants.
With a wave of his free hand, the chanting settled down and the bandit leader addressed the crowd of reprobates around him.
“Well boys, we’ve had some hauls in our time haven’t we? We’ve swiped gems and supplies from countless merchants, snuck out with weapons meant for the very people meant to be guarding the roads, we’ve even swiped the odd water shipment just for kicks!” He paused as a round of chuckles went out among his men. “But this? Not only did we get all of that and more, we have a way to get even more in a few days!” Another cheer roared out as he soaked in the applause. “So tonight! Eat, drink, and be merry! For soon, we’ll get to do it again!”
The celebrations continued as Maslab turned and walked off to a tent far away from the festivities. He pulled aside the drape serving as a door and saw two people inside it.
The first of the two was a woman. A rather tall woman with smooth, light brown skin and dark, wavy hair, cut short enough to reach the top of her neck. Her figure was a good mix of curvy with large breasts and squeezable hips, and toned with a noticeable amount of muscle on her exposed stomach and arms and was garbed in a pair of purple silken pants with a number of daggers and other such blades wrapped around her slim waist and a matching top, both of which had clearly seen better days with a black vest around her top and a matching belt and gold coin lined choker around her waist and neck. Finally there were various bits of gold hanging off of her with a particularly shiny bit coming from a naval piercing and a pair of gold coins that had been converted into earrings.
What stood out though was her face. While her face was quite pretty, the features carrying strange mix of youthful vigor and experienced sharpness with eye shadow and lipstick only making her more attractive as they accented her sharp green eyes and full lips, two things stood out that would make one wary of her. The first being a light scar across her left eye. While it didn’t take away from her beauty, it did much to give her a dangerous air as did her second feature, her eyes, while undeniably lovely, belied a ferociousness that one normally saw in apex predators in jungles.
The other person, bound to a post and sitting on the floor, was the younger but still unmistakable form of the future sultan of the Kingdom of Mus, Anon, looking for all intents and purposes more like a man spending the night at a tavern rather than the captured hostage that he was.
The girl, looking over and seeing Maslab enter the tent let out an unladylike snort. “Sounds like it’s getting pretty rowdy out there. Bet it’d be fun to join in on.”
Maslab’s face fell into a stern, though not harsh, glare at the younger woman. “Iris, You know you aren’t going out there. We need somebody here to watch him. “He gestured towards the bound prince. “Besides, you know I don’t trust my men around you when the wine starts pouring.”
“Oh come on dad!” the girl, apparently named Iris, whined in that way only a teenage daughter could, “you know I can handle myself when the guys get grabby!”
The stout father chuckled beside himself. “I know you can girl, that’s half the problem. Three of my men had to retire after what you did to their hands.” A dark scowl then crossed his face. “A far better fate had I caught them mind, but still…” He then relaxed and continued. “Plus, you’re the only one I can trust to watch our little hostage and not do anything stupid with him.”
Iris seemed to cheer slightly at the combination of trust and praised given to her. Meanwhile Anon, who had been quiet up till this point, finally spoke up.
“So, am I right to assume you’re Maslab? The leader of this group of bandits?”
With a sharp glare, Iris drew and threw one of her daggers, imbedding the blade in the post he was tied to with just a few scant inches between Anon and a rather painful haircut. “Shut it princey! If we want you to talk, we’ll tell you!”
Anon just stared at Iris with no small amount of amusement. “Well miss, I wanted to comment on how good you looked in purple, but I figured this wasn’t the right time.
While Iris began sputtering at the unexpected flippedness of Anon, Maslab’s good eye shot right towards Anon with a loud bout of laughter. “Why yes. Yes I am. And you need no introduction, do you Prince Mus?” His tone turned mocking as he continued, “I do hope your accommodations are to your liking your highness.”
With a shrug, Anon turned his look to Iris. “Well, the seating could use some work, but the view has been rather nice.” A harsh glare and a fondle of a drawn dagger from Iris made him clamp up but Anon was surprised when Maslab started laughing.
“Gyahaha! A funny prince! That’s a rare thing! Almost as rare as a prince who was stupid enough to wander through a desert with treasure, food, wine, water, and not so much as a single guard! So, Prince, what exactly were you thinking?”
Anon, nonplussed by the fact he was being talked down to, stated it all simply. “I was looking for your group actually.”
“Huh?” Maslab and Iris both spoke in confused unison.
“Exactly what I said. I was looking for you lot specifically to give you those goods.”
Maslab was dumbstruck enough by this revelation that Iris was able to take the lead. “Okay, just…why!? Why would you be TRYING to deliver goods to us?!”
Well, that’s simple. I want to hire you and your clan.” Seeing that Iris and her father were currently at risk of their eyes making a run for it he continued. “Let me explain, Maslab, you and your bandits have been raiding our roads and paths for a good long while now. For the most part Mus was willing to just ignore it, the loss of wealth was negligible and the loss of life was surprisingly nonexistent.” He then turned his head to the side and started muttering. “Hell, some of the guards have even been getting dates with their scars.” A shake of his head got Anon back on track.
“Anyway, you’ve recently started getting a bit too bold and that’s starting to affect our trade with other countries and that just cannot stand. Now, my father wanted to march Mus’ armies through the desert and deal with you on a permanent basis, but marching an army around trying to find you would be costly in time, money, and lives, so I convinced him to let me try something.”
“So the almighty kingdom of Mus is giving a lowly bandit clan offerings?” Iris chided mockingly. “That’s actually kind of funny.”
Anon’s face took on an annoyed look. “Hardly, Harlot.” Seeing Iris’ shocked face at that insult he smirked and continued on. “Like I said, I want to hire you. See, I was mentored under a ruler of a faraway city for a time, and he taught me something that stuck with me. If a city wants to lower the crime rate, either the guard has to work harder, or the thieves have to work less. So, I figured why not just encourage you to work less? So I thought I’d give you an offer.” He then gestured outside. “That loot you caught me with? You get a shipment just like it every month, and in exchange you stop raiding the caravans. Heck, we’ll even double it if you deal with any other bandit clans that spring up.”
Maslab just stared at the prince before him, his good eye twitching as he thought about this. “You…every month you say? And more if we…” His face then turned stern. “And why would you offer us this!?”
Anon just shrugged. “Honestly, if trade picks back up again, the treasure out there would be a pittance. We honestly stand less to lose by paying you to stay away, and we’d be saved having to write letters to widows.”
Maslab just nodded mindlessly as he turned to walk out of the tent. “I’ll…I’ll think about it. ..Iris, keep watch on him. I need to go talk with some of the others.
Without a second glance, the bandit leader left, leaving Anon with said leader’s daughter. After a quiet moment, Iris began chuckling.
“That’s a first. Never seen him so stunned.” She then turned to look at Anon. “I gotta say, you’re pretty ballsy for royalty. I figured you’d be balling your eyes out, begging for your guards by now.”
Anon just smiled. “Well what can I say? A few years in that city kind of ensures your nerves are made of solid steel.”
The two sat in silence for awhile, the sounds of the festive bandits the only noise they could hear before Iris turned around and began speaking quietly.
“Harlot huh?”
Now, Anon was no stranger to women at this point in his life. He knew enough to know when he’d managed to hurt a girl in some way, but a girl like Iris should not have been affected by being called that. Hell, she should’ve been used to being called worse. Still, never let it be said that even a man like Anon couldn’t feel some guilt at unintentionally hurting a woman in some way.
“Um…sorry about that. I…kinda got a little caught up in the moment back there.”
Iris didn’t respond for a moment before letting out a very depressed sounding sigh and slump.
“Figures. First time someone sober looks at me like a woman and he didn’t really mean it.”
Anon could almost feel his brain cramp at that. “Eh?”
Iris turned around to look at Anon, her face showing no small amount of aggravation and misery. “Don’t try and mock me. I know you don’t think of me like a woman. No one does. They see me, carrying around my daggers, hauling treasure, and stabbing assholes, and all they see is a bandit. The only time anyone ever sees me as a woman is when they’re drunk, and then I usually have to hurt them when they start getting grabby.”
Anon for the first time in a long while, was left with nothing to say at that revelation. He gave a quick once over on Iris’ figure. Her curvature, her long legs, her slightly scarred face, all in all there was only one conclusion Anon could come to.
“You must’ve met a lot of SPECTACULARLY stupid men then miss.”
Iris’ eyes widened slightly at hearing that as Anon continued on. “I mean, I’ve met plenty of gorgeous women in my life, and I can honestly say any man with half a brain would be willing to give up vast fortunes just for a night with you.”
Iris stared at Anon for a moment before her face settled into a harsh glare before she lunged at Anon, landing in his lap and held a long, and very sharp looking dagger to his neck.
“Don’t toy with me you bastard.” She hissed coldly, her eyes practically burning holes into Anon’s. “I’m not some little bimbo noble who’ll drop her pants with a kind word and let you have what you want. If you think some fake sympathy is going to make me let you go…” Iris’ tirade was cut short as she felt something long begin to harden against her legs. Looking down, she could see Anon’s slowly growing erection in his pants and rubbing against her thighs as it expanded.
“Heh. Sorry about that. “Anon apologized with a degree of sheepishness. “I don’t know why, but you are REALLY doing it for me.”
If Iris heard him she didn’t show it. All her focus was currently on the clothed and throbbing log under her. She slowly moved her free hand down towards Anon’s dick and grabbed hold of it through his pants, her arm moving up and down as she gently rubbed it.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, “you could beat someone to death with this thing.” Her hand holding the dagger quickly moved down to the front of Anon’s pants, causing the prince to start jerking away.
“Wait wait wait!” He screamed in what he would claim was a manly shout. “I know I haven’t really done much to get on your good side but mmh!”
Iris pressed her knifeless hand against Anon’s mouth, shutting him up. “Quiet. I’m not gonna cut THAT off, I just want to see it.” Seeing Anon calming down, she brought her dagger down to the front of his pants and began cutting into the fabric, tearing a hole into the crotch and down halfway down the thigh and allowing Anon’s member to bob out and stand at full mast.
“By Allah.” Iris shouted as she gazed at Anon’s dick with wide eyes. “This thing is a beast! Was your father an Ox or something!?” She then reached out with her free hand and grabbed the shaft firmly, squeezing and jerking it roughly in an attempt to get more of a feel for it.
“HREK” Anon grunted in pain as tears started forming in his eyes. “Easy! I can appreciate a bit of roughness, but I’d like to stay intact for it!”
Iris glared at the prince, but loosened her grip a bit and continued jerking him. Her hand explored the length, the member still growing much to her surprise as Anon started groaning in pleasure.
“Good God…”Iris said in awe as Anon’s length managed to reach the length of her forearm, it’s width more than she could wrap her hand around. “I pity whatever woman you’d take as a queen. This thing would split most women in half.”
“Most women?” Anon asked with a risen eyebrow. “I assume you’re not one of those women?”
Iris’ face twisted into a mocking sneer. “If you’re trying to get into my pants Prince you can forget it. I’m not some handmaid who gets wet at the glance of some rich brat.” A mischievous smile then broke out on her face. “Still, I can’t help but like just how ballsy you are, so I guess I can give you a little treat.”
Iris then moved her head down and gently pressed her lips against the head of Anon’s member before pulling back with a light smack, leaving a bright red lipstick mark on the tip. She then repeated the motion, slowly moving down the shaft until she hit the halfway point. She then lifted his dick till it pointed straight up and resumed her journey on the underside until she finally met his ball sack. With two more kisses, one on each testicle, she pulled back and looked at her handiwork.
She wasn’t certain how, but at this point, Iris was quite certain he’d actually gotten BIGGER from her ministrations. Anon’s massive pecker had taken to throbbing with every heartbeat he had as a long and thick stream of pre-cum steadily poured out of the tip and down to the sand below. Anon himself looked to be mildly annoyed, most likely suffering from what he would go on to call the second worst case of blue balls he’d ever had in his life. The actual worse was another story entirely.
“Well,” Iris said with no small amount of surprise in her voice, “I can certainly see what makes you so…cocky?”
She snickered as Anon let out a suffering groan over that pun. “Aw, don’t be mad princey, I’m about to give you an all new reason to moan!” She then opened her mouth as wide as she could and descended her mouth onto Anon’s member, slowly but surely swallowing down his pillar.
The key word there being slowly. Iris’ upbringing may have exposed her to more than her share of tales and stories of good blowjobs, but between her father’s protectiveness and the sheer lack of men who met her standards (Or were too terrified of her to try), she found herself having more than a bit of trouble handling Anon’s girth. As she tried to move down, more and more of her throat was filled with dick and it became harder to breath.
“Gerek!” Iris gagged. “This is ridiculous! I’ve seen those sword swallowers handle worse that this with no problem, why can’t I deal with something that doesn’t even have an edge!?” Her eyes looked up at Anon’s face only to see the prince staring back at her with a weird grin on his face, as though he couldn’t decide if he was enjoying the blowjob or struggling not to laugh at Iris’ attempt at it.
“Oh you Sonofa, alright, so I can’t swallow this thing. I’m still not out yet!” Her hands then reached out and grabbed the half of his shaft she couldn’t get down and began jerking him off. Meanwhile, she pulled her head back, sucking and slurping all the way until just the head of his dick was left in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip like a piece of candy.
To Iris’ smug amusement, this caused Anon to throw back his head, trying desperately not to moan and risk alerting anyone what was going on. Her lips smiled around the member in her mouth as she lowered herself back down to where she stopped before.
Anon meanwhile, was in bliss. While far from the best head he’d gotten in his relatively short life so far, that honor still belonged to the first woman he’d ever been with, but what Iris lacked in skill she made up with enthusiasm and learning quickly. Her callused hands were surprisingly gentle for a girl like her, lightly stroking half of his shaft, the warm and small palms sliding up and down, meeting her lips every time they went up, and her mouth, by Allah her MOUTH! Her warm, wet, tongue swirling around every inch and sucking and slurping all the while. It was all enough to almost…almost…
“RGH!” Anon groaned through grit teeth as a familiar tingle formed in his balls. “Iris! I’m cumming!” His hips jerked as a massive load quickly filled Iris’ mouth, followed by another and another, the overflow pouring out of her mouth as the sudden burst took her by surprise and left her stunned as she tried to swallow his load only to fail to keep up at all.
“Fucking hell, this man’s a water spout of cum! I can’t swallow anything without chugging down more than I can handle!” With no other option left to her, Iris pulled back, coughing and hacking as Anon’s cum either poured out of her mouth and hit the ground as she coughed and wheezed, or fired out from Anon’s member and plastered her face and cloth covered chest in what felt like gallons of thick jizz.
Eventually Anon’s output petered out and his member began to soften and sag as his arousal slowly subsided. Iris, after cleaning her face off with a convenient piece of cloth, affixed a harsh glare at the now nervous looking prince, now fully aware of how bad an idea giving a bloodthirsty bandit an undemanded facial was (even one as hot as Iris).
“Heh. Heh heh. S-s-sorry.” Anon stammered out. “It’s…it’s been a bit since a woman last…”
Iris waved him off before standing up. “It’s fine. If you didn’t taste as good as you do I’d have probably stabbed ya a few times, but I’ll let it slide this time.” Her face then turned smug as she looked down at Anon. “Plus, it’s not every day a girl get’s to show royalty what a real woman can do and not those pampered whores in the city.”
Normally Anon would be more than willing to defend the hard working harlots of Mus, but as Iris rose he couldn’t help but notice something about the lovely young woman before him. On the crotch of her pants was a large, dark spot with a rather alluring aroma. Now, Anon would admit to being many things. A rough lover, a bastard (literally considering his mother was part of his father’s harem and not the actual Sultana), a poon hound, but at no point would he ever admit to being a selfish lover. Any woman he was with always left satisfied damnit! Lady Fa would kill him if he ever did otherwise!
“Hang on a moment Iris, do you think you could take your pants off?” He asked as bluntly as he could, because honestly how else do you ask that?
One of Iris’ eyebrows rose when she heard that. “What for? Feeling a little exposed with your good and plenty hanging out?”
“Not in particular, it’s just that when a woman makes a man cum like you did, it’s only right that I make sure you’re repaid in kind.”
For the first time since he told her she was beautiful, Iris was left more than a little stunned. She’d heard the men at camp bragging about their conquests, but more than a few of the whores they’d hired had been more than open to griping about how they’d never really been satisfied by the men they were with, but here was Anon offering to make sure she was sated was…unexpected. At least until Iris came to certain conclusions.
“Nice try Mus.” Iris spoke with an amused look on her face. “Can’t say I’m not tempted, but I’m not fucking you, so don’t even try to convince me.”
“Fucking? No no Iris! I was going to…look, just drop your pants and move your crotch close to my face. I promise, you’ll enjoy yourself.”
With a roll of her eyes, Iris dropped her pants revealing her (surprisingly) neatly trimmed snatch before moving close to Anon’s face, the scent of her arousal filling his nose. “Fine. But I can’t even begin to imagine what you’re going to doooOOOOOOH”
Without a word Anon leaned forward, his tongue rapidly licking and lapping up the fluids that had coated her crotch, starting at the very edge of her pussy lips and swirling around them in laps with each rotation being punctuated by a light graze of her clit.
“Holy SHIT!” Iris shouted out as she felt her legs shiver and quake from the new sensations she was feeling. Oh sure, she’d masturbated before, but this was something else entirely! The feeling of his tongue was nothing short of exquisite and she couldn’t help but jerk her hips forward every time he so much as touched her clit! “You keep this up Mus, and I might just keep you!”
Anon let out a small chuckle. “Oh really? I’d better make sure I manage then.” He then dove into her dephths, his tongue reaching as far as it could and spinning inside her while his nose did it’s best to rub against the nub of nerves just above, the scent and taste of her filling his mouth and nostrils.
Iris’ reaction was immediate. Both of her hands grabbed onto Anon’s scalp and held tight as her right leg jerker up and wrapped around the back of his head, allowing all three of her limbs to pull him closer and deeper into her now drooling pussy.
“Fuck!” She hissed through grit teeth, her eyes wide and a crooked grin practically chiseled onto her face. “How is this…why is…why does this feel so GOOD!?” She could feel electricity practically flooding each of her nerves with every bit of motion from the prince between her legs. Anon, rather than answer, moved his head up just enough to put her clit right in range of his lips before latching onto the nub with powerful suction.
“ERGH! AG! RAAAAGH!” Iris shrieked as she fell backwards, her juices practically flying out of her snatch as she went, collapsing into a twitchy, sweat heap on the sand, her chest jiggling with every heaving breath.
“Holy shit…”she gasped out with wide eyes as she regained control over herself. With a strained grunt, she sat up on her hands and looked at Anon, seeing his face all but painted with her feminine juices. “I don’t think I’ve cum like that since…ever! How the hell did you do that?”
Anon just smiled happily as he looked at Iris’ prone figure, noticing with some glee that her breasts were that special kind of perky that almost seemed to defy gravity and refused to flatten out much when she was on her back. “What can I say? A beautiful woman can really make a man work that much harder.”
“…Stop it.” Iris muttered.
“Stop what?” Anon asked in genuine curiosity. “I mean, if you aren’t one for pillow talk…”
“Stop calling me beautiful damnit!” Iris screamed, her face scowling at Anon in a twisted rage he’d yet to see from her. “Look, I appreciated the manners here, but stop lying to me! I know I’m not beautiful, I know no man would want me if they had options.”
Anon just stared at the bandit woman for a moment, his eyes now focused on her own green orbs before saying anything. “Iris, I’m a prince. You and I both know there’s no shortage of women out there who would drop their pants the moment I asked them. So keep that in mind when I say this one last time. You are a drop dead gorgeous woman, and any man worth their salt would be willing to give up anything just for you.”
The two just stared at each other, the prince trying to get through to the bandit, and the bandit trying to figure out just what the prince’s game was. Soon though, Iris just got fed up with the staring contest, slowly stood up on her still wobbily legs and grabbed a dagger from her pants before stumbling back to Anon. She then grabbed the back of his head and pulled it back, exposing his neck to her dagger again. With one more glare right to his eyes, she hissed out one thing.
“Say it again you bastard. Lie to me right to me face again.”
Anon, his nerves somehow more steady than they were before, just met her glare with a soft look of his own before answering.
“You. Are. Beautiful.”
Three words. Stated plainly, but slowly, ensuring Iris heard every part. As the words, mixed with Anon’s stare sunk into her brain, the dagger fell from her now shaking hand. Anon’s eyes looked down at the blade in a more than light panic from what it could’ve hit, letting out a breath as he saw it not even scrape anything tender. However, the feeling of a few drops of water drew his focus back to the bandit woman.
He was expecting to see many things. Drool from being frothing mad was high up on that list, followed by drool from arousal. What he did NOT expect to see was the hardened bandit woman crying.
“You…you mean it.” She whispered. “You actually, really, mean it. I…you…DAMN IT!” With tears in her eyes, Iris ran out of the tent leaving behind Anon who was torn between wishing her could follow after her, and wishing she’d at least covered him up before she left.
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The next few days passed by in a blur after that. Maslab and his men were more than willing to agree to Anon’s terms, and after hammering a few details out with said prince (Mostly passes to enter the city limits and visit the brothels) and Anon found himself in front of a guarded carriage with a jovial Maslab.
“Gwahaha!” The bandit chief’s laugh bellowed as he slapped Anon on the back. “You’ve got talent with negotiation boy, but your inexperience is pretty evident! I would’ve been willing to give up half the water shipments just for the brothel visits!”
Anon could only chuckle in response. “Well I’ll have to keep that in mind. I mean, I haven’t been doing this too long y’know.” He then took a quick look around the area. “Huh. That’s disappointing. I was kinda hoping Iris would be here.”
“Bah.” Maslab waved off. “That girl. I swear, I love her, but by Allah it’s really for the best she’s not here. There’s no telling the havoc she could cause if given a third of a chance. Why would you want her here anyway?”
Anon just shrugged. “Well, who doesn’t want to be seen off by a lovely young lady?”
Maslab scoffed. “I swear, you are a weird kind of polite to be able to claim to see her like that.” With a wave of his hand, Maslab returned to his encampment, leaving Anon to just shake his head at the foolishness of others as he climbed into his carriage.
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Hours into his return trip, Anon and his entourage of guards found themselves parked at an oasis to allow the steeds time to rest and drink, an opportunity Anon’s guards took to rest and rehydrate as well, leaving the prince to his own devices in the carriage.
“I swear to the gods above…”Anon grumbled as he flipped through a well worn book. “I just know my brothers sent this thing with nothing but books I’ve read a dozen times.”
“Oh, so nice to see the nobility suffer like the rest of us poor plebs.”
With now quickly widening eyes, Anon pulled down his book and looked across from where he was sitting. There, looking pleased as could be was Iris, staring at him with a mocking pout. “Aww, is da widdle pwincey getting bored?”
Said “pwincey” quickly scanned the area, trying to figure out just how the bandit minx managed to get inside. Seeing no apparent way she could manage, all he could do was stare at her in awe. “Okay. YOU’RE good.” Seeing the bandit woman beam under the praise he pushed onward. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, why are you here, and should I be concerned about your father sending assassins?”
Iris’ smile turned downright smug. “Ah, you don’t gotta worry about my father. I left him a note explaining everything!”
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“Dear dad, left with the prince. Probably gonna fuck his brains out. Will send you more letters depending on how that goes.
Love, Iris.
P.S. Just a heads up, but the first little bastard of his that pops out of me is gonna be named after mom, boy or girl.”
Maslab just stared at the note, his bad eye twitching wildly as he read it again and again. Finally he just crumpled it up and took a long swig from a nearby wine bottle.
“Well Taila,” He muttered out with a smile as he looked up at the roof of his tent. “I don’t think we could’ve hoped for a much better life for her.”
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“Okay, that’s one issue I don’t have to deal with, but you still haven’t told me why you’re here.”
The smirk on Iris’ face faltered more than a little bit at hearing that, though to her credit she didn’t let any sign of her nerves show as she reached up and pulled off her vest, letting the leather bit of cloth fall and exposing more of her silk covered bust.
“Well Anon, you’re the first man who ever looked at me and saw a woman, and to be quite frank you’re probably the only one who ever will. She then grabbed the bottom of her purple top and pulled it up and off in one smooth motion, exposing her large breasts topped with dark nipples the size of gold coins that rapidly began to harden as they bounced free of their confines. “And I’ll be damned if I let you get away from me!”
Without another word, Iris jumped the prince pressing up hard against him and mashing their lips together. The bandit woman let out a low moan as she forced her tongue into Anon’s mouth, all but wrapping it around his own.
Anon returned the kiss for a few moments, his hands wrapping around Iris’ back and the back of her head to press the two of them even closer before realizing something important he should probably mention before things got too far with the bandit lady. With all the willpower he could muster, Anon grabbed her shoulders and pushed Iris back, the two panting heavily.
“Hold on,” Anon gasped out, “before we continue with this, there’s something you should know.”
“Mmmm.” Iris moaned as she began rocking her hips, ensuring her quickly dampening crotch was rubbing on Anon’s rapidly growing member. “Can’t it wait princey? After your tongue, I’m actually kinda excited to see what else you can do.” She then grabbed her breasts and started squeezing them together. “And I KNOW you’re excited to see more of what I can do.” She purred.
Now, while Anon would admit to having no small amount of Self control, he’d also admit to only being human. As such, he couldn’t help but move his hands to Iris’ large globes, pushing her hands out of the way and hefting the soft tits in his own grip, her nipples hardening and pressing into his palm and Iris moaning in appreciation. Thankfully, he still had enough sense to keep talking through this.
“Iris, this is important. REALLY important, and I don’t want you to get invested in this if it’s a deal breaker.”
With a roll of her eyes, Iris stopped rocking her hips (though failed to remove Anon’s hands) and looked the prince in the eye. “Fine, what’s so important then?”
“I can’t marry you.”
The silence in the small carriage was almost palpable and twice as uncomfortable as Iris just stared at Anon and processed that information. Her eyes they hardened into a harsh glare at Anon.
“Care to explain why princey?” She hissed with venom dripping from every word.
“Trust me, it’s not because I don’t want to! It’s just that if I marry a commoner I pretty much forfeit my chance to inherit the throne.”
“Well why not just do that then?! You have brothers don’t you!? Let them handle things!”
“Yes, I do, but to be quite frank I wouldn’t trust any of them to lead a parade, much less a country. My eldest brother is a bloodthirsty brute who would burn any country and ours to avenge a slight, my second eldest is more concerned with drowning himself in wine and women than actual governing, and my younger brothers aren’t even of age. I’m pretty much the ONLY one who can lead Mus effectively.”
Seeing Iris’ head begin to droop, he continued on. “Iris, I like you. I really do. I can safely say you are the kind of crazy that I would be a fool to let leave. But…but the absolute most I can offer you is to be a part of my harem. I’m sorrrEE!”
Anon let out a yelp as Iris, in a stunning show of strength, grabbed him by his shirt and flipped him onto the floor of Anon’s transport. Before he could even blink, he saw his and her pants flying through the air, leaving his member jutting and throbbing angrily to the ceiling with Iris’ dripping snatch waiting just above the tip.
“I can’t marry you? That’s fine. I have to share you on top of that? That’s fine too. I’m a bandit, you don’t live that kind of life and expect fairness.” She leaned forward, her hot breath blowing against his face. “But I am going to make sure you know EXACTLY who should be the “queen” around here.” Without another word, her hips dropped, impaling Anon’s dick deep into her depths with a single stroke. Both parties let out a loud hiss, Anon from the near boiling heat in Iris’ velvety and tight depths clamping down around his depths, and Iris from Anon’s sheer size all but rearranging her to better allow him to fit.
“Oh SHIT!” Iris all but screamed out, her nails scraping trails down Anon’s chest as she felt the tip of his member ram against the entrance of her womb. “Fuck me Anon, you could kill a woman with this thing! You’re like the Vlad the Impaler of dicks!”
“Sorry,” Anon grunted out as he tried to get used to Iris’ grip, “but I’m not the one who decided to go balls deep on the first thrust so don’t complain to me!”
“Who’s complaining?” Iris asked with a twisted smirk. “I’m LOVING this feeling! Nothing can be that fun if there’s not a bit of pain mixed in!” Her hips then began rising until only the tip of Anon’s member remained in her folds before slamming back down with a hard fwap from their hips slamming together. “Oh FUCK yeah, that’s the good stuff!”
Now, while Anon wasn’t completely ignorant to various kinks in the world, he still wasn’t quite as experienced as he would become. As such, Iris’ odd mix of masochism and sadism was something of a curveball for him. A curveball he quickly learned to adapt to.
As he looked at Iris slamming herself down on him, he saw her breasts swinging wildly with every impact, the flailing globes of flesh managing to hypnotize him for a few moments before Iris’ words finally sunk in. With a mischievous smirk, his hands lashed upwards and grabbed the Bandit’s tits firmly, brown tit flesh spilling out from between his fingers.
Iris let out a strong shudder as she hissed out from the harshness of his grip, her pussy quivering as a min-orgasm tore through her. “Oooooh, FUCK YEAH! That’s the good stuff!” She looked down and met Anon’s gaze with her own heated look. “C’mon, don’t be such a wuss! Hurt me more Princy! It’s not fun unless someone’s getting hurt!”
Seeing how he’d clearly made the right move, Anon proceeded to do more. He started by continuing to roughly squeeze and paw at her melons with a seeming utter disdain for the very concept of tenderness with every grope leaving behind whitish marks. Slowly he made his way to the peaks of her tits, her nipples all but jutting out.
“C’mon Princy!” Iris taunted him. “You know what I want! DO IT!” Her hips then started slamming down onto Anon’s with bruising force as her ass quaked and clapped against his thighs.
Invite given, Anon grabbed hold of Iris’ nipples and pinched them for all he was worth, twisting and squishing them between his fingers. Iris let out a loud moan as her spine tingled from the feeling, but still it wasn’t quite enough.
“More! MORE!” She screamed as she began rocking her hips furiously, “I want it to hurt more!”
Anon let out a grunt of pleasure from her velvet folds and frustration from her demands. “Well what do you expect me to do you crazy bitch!? I’m kind of running out of ideas here!”
“Hit me!” She panted out, Anon’s eye going wide at hearing that.
“WHAT!?”
“Hit me! Punch me! Slap me right in the face! Just make it hurt! C’mon!”
Now, Anon was no stranger to the idea of rough sex even by this point. As far as he was concerned good sex was an attempt at dominance for both parties and that would require things getting tough on all involved. But to outright strike a woman like what Iris was asking went against his own bedroom ethics.
Seeing Anon was hesitating, Iris just rolled her eyes and jut out her chest a bit more. “Fine then ya wuss, my titties then! Just give them a good slapping!
Now that was a compromise Anon could work with. He relased his grip on her nipples and lay his left hand down on her hips while his right fell to the side before rearing back and slapping Iris’ left breast with an echoing *SLAP!*, causing the tit to quake like a wave of water. Anon groaned as he felt Iris’ walls clamp down more on his invading member.
“AH!” The bandit woman squeaked. “That’s it! MORE! JUST LIKE THAT! KEEP HITTING ME LIKE THAT!”
Not needing to be told twice, Anon swung his arm again, this time backhanding her right tit, sending it shaking back and forth from the impact. He repeated this pattern over and over again, the sounds of repeating slaps and smacks mixed with groaning and happy moans as Iris reveled in the sensations and Anon felt her clamp down with every impact.
Finally, with Iris panting and heaving with her breasts swollen and red, she reached her limit, her pussy all but collapsing on Anon’s dick and forcing him past his breaking point.
“I’M COMING!”
“DAMNIT YOU CRAZY HARLOT! GRAH!”
Anon’s cum mixed with Iris’ fluids as he burst inside her, filling her to excess and pouring out of her depths. Looking up at her face, Anon saw her eyes looked glazed over, as though she were staring at the infinite and her tongue had at some point started dangling from her mouth. With a loud but very happy moan, Iris fell forward, her now very warm and slightly swollen and bruised chest mashing against Anon’s as the bandit woman gasped for breath.
“Holy… fuck…” Iris panted out, gasping between words, “If…if that’s what…I can expect from you…feel free to bang other women…Shit… This would KILL me…if I’m the only one getting it…”
“So,” Anon said as his hands gently rubbed Iris’ back and ass, making sure to give one of the firm yet fleshy globes a good squeeze on every lap. “Having second thoughts on coming with me?”
With every ounce of strength she had left in her, Iris pushed herself up and moved herself up, incidentally pulling herself off of Anon’s softening member with a wet slurping sound, till she was eye to eye with the prince. Without a moment’s hesitation, she lowered herself back down in a surprisingly gentle and loving kiss. After a few moments Iris broke away with a grin that would fit quite well on a cat locked in a room with a canary.
“Not a chance princey. You’ve got me for life.”
“Well, that works for me.” Anon said with his own grin. Iris then jumped a little as she felt Anon’s hands slap against her ass. “So, any chance we can get one more round in?”
Iris’ eyes went wide in shock at her “princey’s” sexual stamina before her eyelids lowered in a heated gaze. “Well, I’m actually a little worn out right now, but tell you what.” She then lifted her hips up and off Anon, his member falling out of her with loud, wet slopping noises before it slapped against his stomach. Free of that, she lay down on her back beside Anon, her breasts flattening and falling to the side as she spread her legs open, their combined juices pooling out from her snatch. “I’ll just lay here, and you feel free to do whatever you want to me.”
Anon rose up and moved till he was above Iris, his rapidly regrowing erection pressing against the bandit woman’s snatch. “Well, I GUESS you’ve earned a break. I’m gonna be expecting more from you in the future just so you know.” With that, Anon’s hips jerked forward, pushing himself back into Iris’ warm, wet, tight, and welcoming depths with a shared moan between the two. A moan that became louder as Anon began hardening and growing between Iris’ folds and started thrusting harder.
“Oh fuck yes!” Iris thought to herself as Anon’s intruding dick grew and filled her before plunging into her over and over again. “C’mon you big dicked bastard, REALLY give it to me!” Her hands began rapidly slapping at Anon’s ass, encouraging him to go harder and faster, all but relishing in the grip her snatch had on him. The increased force caused Iris to jerk upwards with every thrust, her tits bouciing with every impact, nearly slapping her in the face with each impact.
But while Iris was loving every minute of Anon taking her like this, it was still lacking something she needed. That bit of pain, of danger that had really gotten her off before. She could ask the Princey to start slapping her again, but she doubted he’d be up for that. (Plus, even she had to admit her tits were sore as hell after the last time.
She then saw her long ago discarded pants and her eyes were drawn to them. Specifically, to one of her long daggers dangling from its holster on her belt. An idea then formed in her head that made her pussy lips quiver.
“Hey, princey,” she gasped out, “grab my dagger from behind ya will ya?” Anon stopped thrusting and stared at Iris as she just rolled her eyes. “Just do it, I want to try something!”
With a shrug, Anon reached over and pulled the blade out from it’s sheath, a bit of sunlight gleaming off of it’s edge. Iris’s pussy quivered at the sight, giving Anon a little jolt from the feeling.
“Good! Good! Now put it near my throat!”
“WHAT!?” Anon shouted as he jerked back in surprise, causing Iris to moan a little as his member pulled out slightly and quickly.
“Put it near my throat!” The bandit woman moaned and whined as her legs wrapped around behind Anon’s waist, keeping him from pulling out more. “Act like you’re gonna rape me! C’mon!”
Anon was left stunned for a quick moment before just going with the flow and placed the edge of the dagger just a few scant inches away from her throat.
“Well then my little bitch, since you seem to think insulting royalty is such fun, I might as well teach you some proper respect!” His hips then jerked forward, plunging himself back in to the base of his cock with bruising force over and over, Iris’ screaming micing with equally loud slapping from their hips meeting.
“Oh YES!” Iris shrieked as her back arched, a strong shock going down her spine. “That’s it! Tell me what you’re gonna do to me!”
“Rgh” Anon grunted with every thrust. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out! By the time I’m done your cunt is gonna be a gaping hole!”
“Then you’re gonna kill me right!? You’re just gonna, OH! Slit my throat and leave me in a ditch somewhere aren’t you?!”
“What? Of course not! Don’t be stupid, I’d never do that.” Anon let a bit of disappointment form on Iris’ face before continuing. “Killing a piece of ass like you would be wasteful! I’m taking you with me to serve as my personal plaything!” Feeling Iris’s walls tighten around him he continued on. “I’ll take you away to the palace dungeons and chain you down on the racks and just do this to you over and over again! I might even let my father and bro9thers have a few turns with you!”
“Ughhh” Iris’ eyes rolled to the top of her head as her hips began rocking, meeting Anon’s thrust of thrust. “More! Tell me more!”
“Oh? You want to hear how I’ll brand you with my family’s sigil?” He leaned down and gave a long lick on Iris’ face, from the corner of her lips to the edge of her eye, rather enjoying the taste of her sweat. “How I’ll use you as my personal breeding hole, pumping you full of my children until I finally get an heir I like?” He moved to her nearest ear and began whispering. “Or how about what I’ll do to you when I’m bored of you? How I’ll just toss you to the country’s soldiers to use as they see fit? Perhaps even a few of our sons may end up getting a turn with you, it’s not uncommon for my family’s bastards to join the army after all…”
Iris’ body suddenly went stiff for a brief moment as her eyes widened to the point one could reasonably concerned they would pop out. Anon then felt her walls clamp down on his intruding member harder than they ever had before as her back arched, her legs shot out with the toes spreading out and the bandit woman began howling like a banshee as she shook violently.
“OH FUUUUUCK YESSSSSSS!”
Fluids all but shot out of Iris as she came harder than she had ever done before in her life. The floor behind and under them became drenched from the sheer volume of cum that was practically spraying out of her.
While Iris was rising the greatest high of her life, Anon, having tossed the knife away the moment she went rigid, had gasped hold of both of Iris’ swollen tits and gripped them firmly to act as leverage as he proceeded to hammer her pussy mercilessly, his thrusts becoming hard enough to cause the carriage to rock back and forth, with Anon grunting like a feral beast with every slam of his hips until a familiar near boiling sensation formed in his balls.
“That’s it! Take it! TAKE IT ALL YOU SLUT!”
With one last bruising thrust and a loud roar, Anon’s member expanded before once again firing round after round of hot seed into her depths, once again mixing his fluids with the bandit woman’s. In one last display of dominance, Anon jerked his head down and mashed his lips with Iris’, hard enough that they would both have no small amount of bruising and muffling their respective screaming. Iris in turn wrapped her arms around his head, her hands gripping fistfuls of his hair as they both rode a passionate and orgasmic wave.
Finally, with a strained groan from both parties, they collapsed into a fleshy heap. The prince falling next to the bandit with rapid breaths while Iris flopped over and clung to Anon limply. As her breath began to catch up with her, Iris whispered into Anon’s ear.
“Just so you know, if you try to whore me out to the rest of your family I will personally make sure you’re gonna need to sit down to piss.”
Anon chuckled as he started rubbing Iris’ back, drawing a contented sigh from the satisfied bandit. “Relax. None of my family would be able to handle you. Besides, I’m a rather…possessive man.” His hand reached down and firmly grabbed one of Iris’s firm ass cheeks. She then just snuggled into his shoulder as Anon began trying to figure out how to explain this turn of events to his father.
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Years later, within the walls of the Palace of Mus, a young child was scampering about. She was a small thing, barely seven years of age with long, silky, black hair, brown skin that was so common to the region, and a face with fine and delicate features that only could’ve belonged to royalty. She was dressed simply, with a long brown cloak covering most of her, yet she still managed to dart about quickly, and without the slightest stumble in her movements from catching her feet on her clothing.
(As an aside, if any of you think for a moment the author is going to include her in ANY scene that goes above PG in its rating, please report yourself to the nearest Commissar. He does in fact have standards.)
The reason for the girl’s quick movements could be seen clearly in her hands. Clutched oh so gently was a small, golden apple encrusted with green and red gemstones, easily worth a sizable fortune on its own. The child would dart for corners, look around to see if the way was clear, and quickly dart down the halls again.
Eventually she managed to find what she was looking for, the large entryway into and out of the palace, currently unguarded as the sentries had moved on for the changing of the guard. The child dashed forward, closing her eyes and giggling despite herself, so certain she was going to get away with her deed.
That is until she felt herself slam into something sturdy but warm, sending her tumbling backwards. As she regained her bearings and looked up, she saw the towering (to a child at any rate), intimidating (to anyone who knew her at any rate) and very pregnant form of Iris who was currently glaring down at the younger girl.
“Well?” The Bandit Queen asked. “What did we learn?”
With a sigh, the smaller girl held out the apple to the older woman, who took it without issue.
“Wait until AFTER you get away before gloating Auntie Iris.”
A surprisingly warm smile formed on Iris’ face as she nodded. “That’s right. Your Great Uncle Maslab drilled that into me and I had that memorized when I was half your age. So what’s your excuse for forgetting it?”
Seeing the girl looked plenty ashamed at forgetting that most basic of rules, Iris continued on. “Look Caronaria, you’re gonna be a big sister soon.” She knelt down and gently pulled the girl, the crown princess of Mus Caronaria Mus, closer to her and put her hand on the bandit woman’s stomach. “You feel it kicking? That means it’s just about ready to come out. That means you’re gonna have a younger sibling to look after and show the ropes. You’re gonna be ready for that right?”
Caronaria quickly nodded her head. “I will Auntie! I promise! I’ll make sure he’ll know where all the best hiding places are, and the secret passages, and, and…”
Anything else the Princess had to say was cut off as Iris pulled the girl into a gentle hug. “I know you will. Now why don’t you go see if Auntie Urbosa will take you out into the city for a bit?”
Had it not been for the dust cloud she kicked up as she ran, one would never have known Iris was around a little girl. With an amused chuckle, she rose back up shaking her head in mirth. Her smile turned more playful and predatory as she felt a pair of arms slither around and wrap around her engorged belly.
“You know Anon, most men would be face down in a pool of blood after trying something like this.” She let out a gentle moan as she felt Anon lay a quick kiss on her right cheek.
“It’s a good thing I’m not most men then.” Anon whispered as he reveled in holding Iris’ pregnant form close to him. “Can I just say how nice it always is to see you getting along with Caronaria?”
“Anon, please. I know her mother was that brat Jasmine, but she’s your daughter. How could I not love her?”
The two just stood there, enjoying the feeling of each other until Anon asked another question.
“You ever miss having her around? Jasmine I mean.”
Iris’ smile took a sadder form as she remembered some of the times she and the “bratty” princess shared. “Yeah. I do. I know how things work here, but you still should’ve married her Anon. We all really had something together.”
“I know, Anon said sadly, “but I’ve broken enough traditions as is, too many more and the people wouldn’t stand for it. Plus, Queen…”
“Don’t bring her up right now Anon.” Iris interrupted as she began rubbing her ass against Anon’s crotch, the Sultan’s member quickly growing from the bandit’s stimulation. “Right now, one of your harem needs some attention.”
With a knowing smile, and great strain, Anon lifted the head of his Harem and Palace security up in his arms and began marching down to the quarters shared by his mistresses. “So, the Doctor said regular intercourse is still out, but there are still other options. The only question left is, lube, or no lube?”
Iris let out a laugh that could be heard through the palace. “Anon, please. How long have you known me? No lube!”
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Okay, explanations are in order because there is NO WAY this should’ve taken me as long as I did. See, back when I was first starting to write these things, my shifts at work started at a rather late time of day, but we got bought out a good bit ago that knocked my hours up by about two hours.
I can’t even BEGIN to tell you all how much a difference having two extra hours in the day makes for productivity. I’m not gonna stop writing, but this hours shift has ensured that it’s going to take longer. Granted, going forward it should still be less than half a freaking year, but progress is still gonna be way slower than when I started.
As an aside, I’m also gonna be putting my focus in Anon E Mus Private eye for the forseeable future. I gotta get a few chapters done to set up for something way bigger I have planned for the character. It’s gonna have action, it’s gonna have Toon Girls most of you have never heard of, it’s gonna give Anon backstory, IT’S GONNA HAVE A GODDAMNED PLOT! (Oh, and man on Toon action. Lots, and LOTS of man on Toon action. Don’t worry, I remember why you're here.)
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