The Tale of Lady Gal and the Quest for the Holy Pocket Pussy...

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Chapter 1 - The Self-Exile of Lady Gal from House Dagot

Lady Gal shifted her shapely legs uncomfortably as she navigated along the poorly blazed trail through the countryside. The clopping of Coconuts’ hooves accompanied her every step. The burning ache between her legs constantly distracted her on her ordeal for the Holy Pocket Pussy, but she had to suffer this journey alone; she could not distract the order that she was born into because of her... “abnormality.” Plus, it might be the only thing that could satisfy said abnormality.

The holy knights of House Dagot, all of them slender, buxom, beautiful women with long silken, shining hair, had been so accommodating of Gal, ever since she had been indoctrinated into their order. Even after she had admitted that she had a secret. They were perhaps even too accommodating.

Lady Gal could tell that they were devout and zealous in their beliefs to find the Holy Pocket Pussy, but ever since she had shown them her large, girthy, thirty inch penis just above her dripping wet pussy, all of their physical and mental training sessions had been utterly consumed with trying to sexually pleasure themselves with Lady Gal’s member. It had been fun and gratifying at first, feeling that not only was she tolerated, but was wholly accepted and even desired for her abnormality. But that feeling soon faded to the guilt that this gift, or perhaps curse, was eating away at the entire cause of the knights of House Dagot.

So after months of sexual gratification—for the knights of the house that is—Lady Gal finally accepted that she was a curse on the order. It was clear that as long as she was around, with her enormous, engorged member that never found any temporary relief from their massive training-sessions-turned-orgies, House Dagot would never find enlightenment or complete their quest for the Holy Pocket Pussy.

It wasn’t about Lady Gal’s own sexual relief either. She could handle being edged 99% of the time, filling the knights with her firehose spraying, infinitely producing buckets of sweet smelling lady cum, while never alleviating the burning ache that plagued her profoundly productive penis. She was happy to satisfy them and receive only a tiny bit for herself. But in the end, she had to sneak out and leave for their own good, even as they protested. Lady Gal’s endowment was warping their judgment.

Now, it was back to the outside world where she had to hide her always throbbing sexual appendage.

Patting the neck of her horse, the knight errant stopped and swept her voluminous chestnut brown hair out of her face and dabbed the sweat from her brow with a loose sleeve. Even though she was a willing and giving lover, she wouldn’t mind having a mouth on her cock right now. Futilely, Lady Gal shifted her faulds by turning it on her curvaceous hip, allowing her semi-erect member to stand straight up without obstruction. She was just too long! That monstrous dick extended well past her mouth, over the top of her head. If she lowered it like a drawbridge, which she just did, it stood way too far out for her to get her mouth on. Lady Gal sighed in resignation, squeezing the base of her shaft and stroking a bit, knowing that no relief would be forthcoming. Her balls bellowed with need, churning with all of her lady come that awaited release.

Tucking her member back in, Lady Gal steeled herself, closed her large brown eyes, and took a few deep breaths. The cold breeze blowing over her dick helped, and it became slightly manageable at only two feet long. She tucked it back in and continued on her journey. Maybe, maybe if she found the Holy Pocket Pussy, everything would be fine...

In the distance, a fort with a golden glowing symbol shined like a beacon above a tall fort. Lady Gal brought her hand to her forehead and squinted—there was no way that could be it, could it? The illuminated figurine clearly sported the lines of a slim waist, a pair of wide, child birthing hips, and a neat little slit in the very center of those pair of lovely legs. The holy treasure that countless parties had sought, right here in the middle of the countryside?

Even if it were a trap, Lady Gal’s judgment was clouded by her arousal. Her just calmed member twitched once more, and she strutted onward, feeling her hard searing heat bouncing between her soft, smothering thighs...