More Than A Princess

Callan

Callan’s eyes slid down to Maud’s breasts, as if drawn by a magnetic force, and swallowed. He was so tempted to reach out and touch her breasts. Cup it into his hands and feel their weight, caress her n*****s till they pucker under his thumbs. 

He took a deep breath and shook the thought out of his head. Last night, he had to take an extra cold shower due to Maud sitting so close to him and the desire shining through her eyes. 

The accidental view of her naked damp body, still glistening from the shower earlier, had him so hard, he had to pace his room and think of ugly old grandpas before he could leave his room.

Now, he can feel his manhood stirring awake as Maud pushed her breasts up under her crossed arms, as if offering him to suck on her pink n*****s underneath the thin white t-shirt. 

He cleared his throat and averted his eyes. 

“That’s Drago Margie, she often appears in her human form, so much so that no one has seen her dragon form for many years,” he said. 

He closed the screen and crossed his legs to hide the noticeable swelling there. He silently admonished his crotch and told it to behave itself. 

“So, umm, Drago Margie doesn’t like people to visit her empty-handed, we will need to go get some things for her first,” he said, crossing and uncrossing his legs as he filled his thoughts with farting grandpas and murderous Drago Margie.

“Oh wow. She needs sacrifices? What should we sacrifice? Lamb? Cows? Goats? Sheep? Where do we get those around here?” Maud asked, her large brown eyes like pools of melting chocolate looking at him excitedly. 

She jumped up from her chair and pulled Jinni with her. 

“Come Jinna, let’s go meet a dragon!” she said excitedly. The other girl smiled timidly and did not say anything. 

Instead, she looked at Callan with her large baby blue eyes. 

Wait. Wasn’t the petite pretty-as-a-doll girl called Jinni? He looked at them curiously. They must have given him fake names. 

Now that the swelling has finally went down, he jumped up from the chair. 

“No, we don’t need to offer sacrifices. We just need to get her some of her favourite food and something shiny for her lair, she will be happy,” he said.

Maud was literally bouncing with excitement in front of him. He can’t help but notice her breasts bouncing with her under her t-shirt. 

“Sounds good. Lets go,” Maud said and walked to the front door, her ample hips swaying sexily. 

He swallowed. Damn. She looked so good in his jeans. 

Maybe if he concentrated on the tiny doll of a girl, he will not be turned on so easily. She looked so young and tiny, she is almost like a child and he is no pedophile. 

He preferred women who are larger than life, outspoken and well-endowed, like Maud, or whatever her real name was. He quickly stopped his thoughts from going any further and turned to Jinni or Jinna, whichever her name was.

“Jinni, you’ve been so quiet all this time, are you okay?” he asked as they walked companionably to the front door where Maud was waiting impatiently. 

“My name is Jinna,” she replied in a soft-spoken voice, blushing at his attention. “She is Lyvia Maud, so you can call her Lyvia,” she added, gesturing to the dark-haired woman standing at the doorway. 

“We didn’t want to give you our real names initially because we don’t know if you will harm us but since you’ve helped us, I know we can trust you,” she said.

He nodded at her and couldn’t stop himself from patting her head, like he would pat a little girl. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of both of you,” he said. 

When they reached the doorway, Lyvia Maud was staring at them suspiciously.

“What were you two whispering about?” she demanded.

Callan chuckled. She is one firebrand indeed. He wondered if she is a firebrand in bed too and caught himself thinking such thoughts, yet, again. 

“Your friend here told me your real names so should I call you Lyvia or Maud?” he asked. 

The woman stared at her friend for a second and then shrugged nonchalantly. 

“I prefer Lyvia. Maud is such an antiquated name, I hate it,” she said. “Come on, lets stop wasting time and go,” she added.

They took the elevator down and Callan’s car was waiting for them downstairs. Outside, the air was fresh and the skies already a clear dazzling blue. 

Glad for the clear weather today, Callan set the car for the nearest traditional restaurant. 

Drago Margie knows all the magic in this world and she will never accept magically conjured food. She has a love for human-made and traditionally cooked food, especially unique cuisine. 

He will simply have to select something off menu and truly unique to suit her tastes. 

Next, they will have to head to a dwarfish jewellery store. Just like her distaste for magical food, she abhors magical jewellery. Anything gold and silver presented to her must be forged by skilful dwarves. Even human-made ones do not meet her standards.

He sighed. This would mean spending some of his savings that he had carefully accumulated over the years of working in the library. 

He had planned on using it to travel the worlds, legally, that is. 

Not accidentally like the two women in his car and certainly not illegally, like some people have tried and never returned. 

Word was that they were killed in the process and there was even an urban legend going around about an illegal traveller whose body was sliced in half when he attempted to jump worlds with an illegally obtained portal opener. 

One half of his body ended up in World Three and another half in World Seven. Some of his innards trailed all over the other worlds. Word has it that his heart was found in JorvTown. 

He shuddered at the thought. He hoped the food and jewellery would not cost him too much. As it is, conjuring up food and clothes for the women had taken up much of his credits so he could not even use that to purchase the items to present to Drago Margie. 

It was a good thing that he had accumulated enough credits daily that he used very little of so now, it is more than enough for three of them. 

His credits will probably last them for a few months. By then, the women would have went back. 

When they reached the traditional restaurant, it was almost deserted. 

Located just outside of the Norms’ side of the city and within the Elits’ zone, Callan knew they had to be careful when there.

The Elits do not take kindly to Norms venturing into their side of the city. He looked around and did not see any Elits around. All the better. 

“Lets get Drago Margie some grub, ladies,” he said, opening the door for them. 

The two women alighted from the car carefully and looked around in awe. They seem to have a perpetual surprised look on their faces wherever they go. 

He almost laughed at their expressions. It was almost comical. Pushing back a grin, he led them to the restaurant. 

It was just his luck that an Elit walked out the moment they reached the door to the restaurant. 

A young female Elit, at that. 

She stopped short and glared at him.

“What is this? Why is a Norm here? Can you even afford the food here?” she asked, her voice  cold and arrogant. 

Her cold grey eyes swept over Lyvia and Jinna dismissively, barely giving them any attention. 

“I must make sure not to come here again, not when a Norm comes here, ugh,” she said and stomped off. 

An intricate flying carriage appeared and she got in before it disappeared. 

“What was that about?” Lyvia asked, shocked at the other woman’s behaviour. 

Callan smiled assuringly at the women. 

“Ignore her, she’s one of those stuck-up Elits, they thought they are better than everyone else,” he rolled his eyes.

The entered the restaurant and they were greeted by a scene filled with c*****e. There was blood everywhere. It was a scene out of a serial killer’s workshop. There were body parts flung everywhere and blood splattered on the walls. 

Everyone inside was dead.