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fly, his tongue licked her lower lips
full and hard. He bit at her thighs before he stuck his ample
tongue straight up her hole. Swirling every which way, he flailed
it against the pleading walls of her cunt.
    When the aged king had eaten and drunk and
was merry, he turned to the enraptured waiting-maid to pose a
riddle. Of course, with a wild tongue wrestling her spasmodic
pussy, Rosamunda could hardly concentrate on Dolphus' question.
"What punishment deserves a person who steals the identity of a
rightful royal, marries her prince, kills her horse, and leaves her
no option but to tend geese for a living?"
    Just as Rosamunda started to process the
riddle, the head between her thighs sucked erect clit like it was
drawing poison from a snakebite. Oh, the waiting-maid nearly lost
her head. Struggling desperately to retain her composure before the
king, Rosamunda fought to transform her moans into words.
    With an expert mouth sucking relentlessly at
her clit, words came tumbling out. "She deserves no better fate
than to be stripped entirely naked and put in a barrel which is
studded inside with pointed nails." Unable to keep quiet under the
harangue of one tongue that felt like many, Rosamunda continued,
"Two white horses should be harnessed to this barrel, which ought
to drag her along through one street after another…" The maid,
dizzy with cunnilingual delight, had one wild scream left in her
before she could be still. "…'til she is dead!"
    And then the tongue ceased its thrusting,
and the mouth ceased its sucking, and Rosamunda lay back in her
chair in blissful relaxation.
    "Ha! It is you," said the aged king. "You
have pronounced your own sentence, and that's exactly what shall be
done unto you."
    "What?" Rosamunda stammered. "But, but,
but…"
    A great cry rang out from under Rosamunda's
skirt, and who should come climbing out but the rightful
princess.
    "No!" Svana cried. "No, I beg you not to
harm my darling Rosamunda!"
    "Don't harm her?" asked the king. "But this
was your plan."
    "What can I say? I'm complicated," the
goose-girl replied. "And I realize now the full extent of my
infatuation with this hairy maid. She's large and rough, and she
really screwed me over by stealing my identity, but now that all
has been put right, I should like to keep her as my lover, my
liege."
    "Your lover?" cried Prince Everitt. "But
you're supposed to marry me!"
    "Have you never heard of a sham marriage,
you great twit?" Rosamunda cackled as Svana pet her dark head.
    "A what what-age?" puzzled the lanky
prince.
    "Well, I certainly have," guffawed old King
Dolphus. "I lived in one for forty-seven miserable years. The only
things that made it bearable were the blacksmith and my
unfathomable wealth. Do you really think I am that scrawny boy's
father? I should think not. No, Everitt, your mother chased after
anything in pantaloons. As for me, well, once you go blacksmith you
never go back-smith."
    "How disturbing," said the prince. "And I
suppose it could work, but is it really fair to me to have no lover
of my own?"
    Svana observed the prince's golden hair and
shot the king a quick glance. "I should like to introduce you to
the goose boy."
    The End
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    Goose Girl
    Copyright © 2010 Giselle Renarde
    Cover art by Dee Dawning
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