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Prince Julian rode purposefully towards the shore. He had been engaged in sword training with the King's Master of Arms, when his retainer had come bursting into the courtyard, insisting that he must come immediately to see something astounding.
Julian was covered in sweat, and not really in the mood for spectacle. He hadn't really been in the mood much of lately. He was in the prime of his youth and vigor. He could have the choice of anyone he desired. Not only was he a prince, but he was, truly, tall, dark and handsome. Women of the city ran just to see him ride by.
The maddening difficulty was that he didn't really find any of them appealing. He had certainly tried, in various situations, ages, genders, and so forth. But no one fired his imagination, or his loins.
He put his pent up energy into martial exercise, and under good tutelage, was becoming a more formidable. His body was leanly muscled, quick and agile.
And that body now rode to the shore with his retainer. A small crowd had gathered and his retainer bellowed for them to part for the prince. A fisherman looked up at him, "I found her this morning, your highness, washed up from last night's storm."
Julian looked at a woman's body, faced down, covered with seaweed. She was motionless, and he would have thought her to just another person drowned, except for the large fish tale where her legs should be. He dismounted his horse, thinking it must be some kind of joke. There were legends of this sort of thing, but no one really believed them.
He knelt down next to her, noting how her skin seemed to be drying out in the sun. It was quite pale and smooth. like porcelain. He brushed some of the seaweed from her back and face, then took her shoulder. He pushed her over onto her back. His eyes widened as he saw her breasts, full with intensely dark nipples. But he started when she opened her eyes and looked at him fearfully.
He held her shoulder and said softly, "It will be alright."
He looked around him and ordered, "bring me buckets of fresh sea water."
Several people scurried to do his bidding, and soon he was pouring bucket after bucket over her. The water seemed to comfort and revive her, and soon she was seated on the sand, looking very much better.
He ordered his retainer to return to the palace and have his private pool filled with sea water. He ordered one of the merchants to bring a cart and many blankets. He had the blankets soaked with water and placed in the back of the cart. He reached down and lifted her, marveling a many things. The shapeliness of her body, the coolness of her skin, the curious scent of her breath, and perhaps most surprising to him, how aroused he was. He placed her gently in the cart and had her covered with more wet blankets. He mounted his horse and began the short trip back to the palace, watching her as she watched him.
Julian was covered in sweat, and not really in the mood for spectacle. He hadn't really been in the mood much of lately. He was in the prime of his youth and vigor. He could have the choice of anyone he desired. Not only was he a prince, but he was, truly, tall, dark and handsome. Women of the city ran just to see him ride by.
The maddening difficulty was that he didn't really find any of them appealing. He had certainly tried, in various situations, ages, genders, and so forth. But no one fired his imagination, or his loins.
He put his pent up energy into martial exercise, and under good tutelage, was becoming a more formidable. His body was leanly muscled, quick and agile.
And that body now rode to the shore with his retainer. A small crowd had gathered and his retainer bellowed for them to part for the prince. A fisherman looked up at him, "I found her this morning, your highness, washed up from last night's storm."
Julian looked at a woman's body, faced down, covered with seaweed. She was motionless, and he would have thought her to just another person drowned, except for the large fish tale where her legs should be. He dismounted his horse, thinking it must be some kind of joke. There were legends of this sort of thing, but no one really believed them.
He knelt down next to her, noting how her skin seemed to be drying out in the sun. It was quite pale and smooth. like porcelain. He brushed some of the seaweed from her back and face, then took her shoulder. He pushed her over onto her back. His eyes widened as he saw her breasts, full with intensely dark nipples. But he started when she opened her eyes and looked at him fearfully.
He held her shoulder and said softly, "It will be alright."
He looked around him and ordered, "bring me buckets of fresh sea water."
Several people scurried to do his bidding, and soon he was pouring bucket after bucket over her. The water seemed to comfort and revive her, and soon she was seated on the sand, looking very much better.
He ordered his retainer to return to the palace and have his private pool filled with sea water. He ordered one of the merchants to bring a cart and many blankets. He had the blankets soaked with water and placed in the back of the cart. He reached down and lifted her, marveling a many things. The shapeliness of her body, the coolness of her skin, the curious scent of her breath, and perhaps most surprising to him, how aroused he was. He placed her gently in the cart and had her covered with more wet blankets. He mounted his horse and began the short trip back to the palace, watching her as she watched him.