The Princess and the Peas

NOTE: This story is written for the Lolicit story writing contest. The mandatory theme was: Children's tales.
© 2021, by P.D. Vile

The Princess and the Peas

(Note that any similarity to any existing fairytale is purely coincidence. And if you believe that, I also have a bridge for sale)

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, lived a beautiful Princess, and her father and mother, the King and the Queen. Daphne, was her name. Princess Daphne lived her childhood merrily and happily, like any proper fairytale Princess should. Loved by all in the kingdom, protected from all harm, she blossomed into a beautiful young girl.

Until disaster struck. On the night of her tenth birthday, the Princess lay awake. Not just for a short while. No, the whole night! And then again the night after that, and the night after. No matter what she tried, she just did not sleep.

This affected her immensely. No longer the playful child, she now was weary and grumpy all day long. Her once beautiful fair skin took on an unhealthy pale tint. Her bright blue eyes no longer sparked with joy; they were dull and tired, and almost hidden from view by the large bags under her eyes.

The King and the Queen, Princess Daphne's ever loving parents, grew more and more desperate as days went by without a cure in sight for this unusual affliction. They changed the Princess' bedtime. They made her go to sleep in a dark and silent room, or in a gloomy lit room with soft background sounds. They tried warm milk, light snacks, even alcohol. They tried giving her a softer mattress, or a harder one. They even tried stacking hundreds of mattresses and having her lie on top of that stack.
But to no avail. Nothing worked. The Princess did not sleep.

Doctors from across the land came and gave their advice. They gave her sleeping draughts. Made her do exercises. Applied tinctures. Burned carefully selected herbs in her sleeping room when it was time for the girl to go to bed.
But once again, nothing worked. The poor Princess still lay awake all night, waiting for the morning to come, while hoping, desperately, to get the sleep her body needed and her mind craved.

After three months of trying, three months without a single night of sleep for the Princess, the King was so desperate that he promised a reward to anyone who could help. No matter how unusual the method. No matter how improbable. He would try anything that anyone suggested, because he knew not how long his precious daughter could even survive this state of sleeplessness.

And so, long lines of self-appointed advisors came by the palace. They presented their ideas, and the King would try them. No matter how unusual. No matter how improbable.
But still to no avail. Whatever Princess Daphne and her parents tried, it did not work. She still did not sleep.
And the advisors would be sent away. Not in shame, for the King appreciated the efforts. But without rewards.

Finally, after many weeks, the last advisor approached the throne. A young farm hand, going by the name of Hank.
“What is it that you advise, Hank? Please have a suggestion that has not been tried already. We are desperate, we need a solution. And by the looks of it, you are our very last hope.”
“I am sorry, Sire. I have no solution to offer.”

“YOU HAVE …”
The King interrupted himself. This kind of outburst was very unusual for him, and it was a clear sign of his desperation that he had let himself go like this.
“You have no solution? Then why did you journey here? Surely not to waste my time and give me false hope?”
“No, Sire, I do offer hope. Not much, I'm afraid, but any glimmer is better than nothing.”
“Then what is the hope you have to offer, if you have no solution to offer?”

The young man straightened his shoulders as he cleared his throat.
“Many a moon ago, when I was a young boy, my grandmother used to tell me stories. True stories, she insisted, even though most would consider them fairytales. I myself stopped believing them. But one of these stories seems to apply here.”

The King sat upright in his throne. While still a shot in the dark, this did at least not sound like all the many attempted solutions that he had been told before.
“What would that story be, Hank?”
“I do not recall the details. It's a long time ago, and my grandmother is no longer amongst the living.”
“But what is it that you do still know?”
“The tale was called 'The Princess and the Pea'. I don't recall much. Just that it was about a Princess who from the age of ten could no longer find sleep. Her only resolve was … a pea.”
“A what???”
“A pea, Sire. Only lying on a pea would allow that Princess to sleep. Until she turned sixteen, and all was normal again.”

A long silence followed. The King hoped for Hank to say more, but clearly Hank had nothing more to add. So finally the King spoke.
“That's all? That's all you can remember? She has to sleep on a pea?”
Hank nodded.
“Yes, that's all.”
His shoulders fell, for fear to be chased out of the palace. But the King truly was ready to try everything, no matter how unusual or improbable.
“Cooked or raw? On top of her mattress or underneath it? Don't you have anything more?”
Hank sighed and shook his head.
“I am sorry, Sire. That's all I have. I am still racking my brain, trying to recollect more details. I will let you know when I remember anything else.”

That night, the King ordered his staff to place a single raw pea underneath the Princess Daphne's mattress. He did not tell her about this, he wanted to make sure that the effect, if any, would actually be caused by the pea and not by her belief or disbelief.

The morning after, the King and Queen noticed that their precious Princess, while still sleepy, looked a bit more lively than the days before.
“You look a bit better, Daphne! Pray tell, did you finally find to fall asleep?”
“I did not, father. But … I think I dozed off a bit. I felt a strange warmth from underneath the mattress, as if some soothing presence was there. I still could not sleep, but at least it felt better than before.”

Great joy filled the King's heart as he heard this. This was progress. Finally, they had a lead. They just needed to work out the details.
So over the next days, he tried putting the pea on top of the mattress. He tried using a cooked pea.
But to no avail. While the Princess kept feeling a nice glow and reporting how it felt better, she still did not sleep. She would doze off a bit … and then wake up and lie awake again.

And so the King summoned Hank to return to the palace.
“Hank, having Princess Daphne sleep on a pea seems to be a step in the good direction. Your story may hold truth. But it's not it. Did you recollect more details already?”
“You are in luck, Sire! Just this morning, I suddenly recalled a small detail. Insignificant, probably, but who knows?”
“What detail is that, Hank? Speak up!”
“It was not a single pea that the Princess in the story slept on. It were more. I think two, but that part is still unclear in my head.”
“Hank, you will stay in the palace as our guest. I want you here, cared for, not having to work the fields, I want you to focus all your time on remembering more details.

And as Hank was escorted to a guest room, the King ordered that tonight, not one but two peas would be placed underneath Princess Daphne's mattress.

The next morning, Princess Daphne actually looked a bit cheerful.
“Daphne, my daughter, did you finally sleep?”
“Oh, father, I did not. But I did get two or three short naps this night. Having two peas instead of one felt better, so much better. Perhaps we can add even more peas and I will finally sleep?”

The King summoned Hank and shared the news.
“Well, Sire, I still definitely recall two peas. Not more. But I do agree that this sounds promising. It sounds like a good thing to try.”

That night, the Princess tried to sleep on a mattress on top of a whole handful of peas. But she did not sleep. She felt like she almost dozed off for a bit, once, but then startled awake again.
“Father, it did not feel good. It was too much.”

The night after, Daphne's bed contained three peas only.
“Father, I did not sleep. This felt akin to the single pea. Not as good as two.”
“My dear Daphne, then we will have you lay atop two peas so that you get at least a few naps each night. If that's the best we can do, then that's what we will do.”

Two weeks passed. Each night, Daphne got a few naps. But still not the proper sleep she so desperately needed, It helped. A bit. Her teint returned. Her eyes were not as deep any more.
She was still tired and weary and grumpy. But at least her body seemed to recover a bit.

And then, Hank once more requested an audition with the King.
“Pray tell, Hank. Did you finally recall more details of your grandmother's story?”
“I … I'm not sure, Sire.”
“You're not sure? Surely you know whether you remember anything?”
“It's not a real memory. It's more a passing thought. A theory.”
“So? What is it?”

Hank was not being entirely truthful. He had in fact recovered a short, fleeting memory. A memory that by itself meant nothing. But a memory that had given him an idea.
A crazy idea. An unlikely idea. But still an idea. And the King had explicitly ordered that all ideas were to be tried.
But how could he present this idea? He was convinced, no he just knew, that at a mere uttering of his plan, the King would have him beheaded.
And as much as he liked Princess Daphne, like everyone in the kingdom, as much as he wanted to help her rid of her ordeal, he was also really attached to having his head attached to his body. So he did not dare speak his idea out loud.

“Sire, I am sorry, it is an idea I cannot speak out loud. It is something I need to try. I will have to ask you to trust me.”
“Well … of all the ideas presented to me, yours were the only ones that helped, albeit not enough. What other choice do I have but to trust you. What is it that you need, Hank?”
“I need to stay in the Princess' room tonight, when she sleeps. And I need us to be fully uninterrupted. I cannot promise that I will succeed, but I do have high hopes. Really high.”
The King sighed. Hank asked for a lot. But what choice did he have?
“So be it. You will stay in my daughter's room tonight. And there will be no interruptions.”

And so it came to be that Hank accompanied Princess Daphne to her room when it was time for her to try to sleep. He smiled as he noticed the spare bed, conveniently made up in a corner of the room. He hoped he would not need it.
“Princess Daphne, your Highness, do you know who I am and why I am here?”
“Yes, I do. You are Hank. You are the advisor who suggested putting beans under my mattress. It helped, a bit. And now you have a plan to help me even more? To finally help me sleep again?”
“Yes, indeed. That's what I hope to achieve.”
Hank definitely hoped so. For if he failed, then once the Princess told her father what Hank had done, the King would certainly have his head!

Princess Daphne gasped as Hank felt under her mattress and removed the two peas that were carefully placed there before.
“Hank, no! I need them!”
“No, Princess Daphne. You need something else. Not peas. Something I confused with peas. But now I will give you what you really need to sleep.”
Hank was not quite as confident as he sounded. But he knew that she'd have to trust him, or else there would be zero chance.
“Princess, do you trust me?”
Princess Daphne looked deep into Hanks eyes.
“Yes, I trust you,” she finally admitted.

Hank took the Princess' small frame in his arms and hugged her. She stiffened a bit at this unexpected event, but then relaxed and allowed him to cuddle her petite body.
“Why …” she started to ask as he released her.
But Hank did not let her finish her question.
“Because it is necessary. You trust me, right?”
The Princess nodded. Even though it was strange, even though she knew it was wrong, she still could not deny that it had felt good. Comforting. Relaxing. And yes, she did trust Hank.
“I do, Hank. I trust you.”

“Good. That's good. Because I need to ask some things of you that you would never do when you don't trust me.”
“I trust you. I'll do whatever you say is needed.”
“Okay. Then I must ask you, Princess Daphne, to undo your gown. You need to go to bed naked.”
“I need to … what?”
“You need to go to bed naked. If you trust me.”
And even as Hank said that, he calmly undid his own pants and shirts and stripped naked.

Princess Daphne hastily averted her eyes, hoping Hank would cover up. But Hank didn't do any such thing. He just stood there, fully naked, exposed for the young girl to see.
“Do not look away, Princess. You can look. I am not ashamed of my body. It is not a bad thing to see my nakedness.”
The Princess looked. She knew men were build differently. She had heard a few giggled rumors from her friends, daughters of castle staff that used to played with her before she lost the ability to sleep and as a result lacked all energy for playing.

“This is how a man looks, Princess Daphne. Look here, between my legs. This part has many names. It is called a penis, or a dick, or a cock. But it is also called a peepee, by younger boys.”
“A peepee?”
“Yes. A peepee. The word pee, twice. Which sounds like the word pea, twice. Two peas.”
“So that's …”
“Yes. That's what I think my grandmother's tale was. A Princess who can only sleep when she lies on a penis. But I was just a young boy, so she used the word I used then. A peepee.”

Hank stood there and gazed upon the young Princess. He knew he had laid his life in her hands. If she but let out a scream now, guards would surely forget the order to not disturb. They would enter, see him naked in front of the young Princess, and he'd be sure to be incarcerated, tried, and executed, all very swiftly.
And the Princess looked at him. She looked him in the eyes. She was not stupid. She knew what people meant when they talked about dangerous men, trying to do bad things to young girls.
But she saw no evil in Hank's eyes. She saw apprehensive tension, hope, and a bit of fear. She realized that Hank was aware he had surrendered his fate to her. And she knew that whatever he planned, whatever the reason, his intention was not to abuse her.

“And you really think this will help, Hank?”
“Honestly, Princess, I don't know. I think it will. I hope it will. But I'm just not sure. Your father instructed to leave nothing untried. This is the last straw I have to offer. You can try it. You can refuse to try it, but respect that I mean no harm, and then I'll sleep on the extra bed tonight, and we will speak of this no more. Or you can have me convicted if you feel I did you unjust in any way. In that case, I will accept my fate, for I never intended anything bad for you.”
“Relax, Hank. Do not worry. I will not turn you in, for I see in your eyes and hear in your voice and feel in my heart that you do not want to unfairly take advantage of me. Even when doing the needful will seem that way, your intentions are not ill.”
She paused a second to think.
“And you are right, my father did tell you to try everything. And I … dammit, I WANT to get rid of this curse, whatever it takes. Yes. It may be clasping at straws, but clasp I shall! You will sleep in my bed tonight, and I will lay atop your peepee. And I hope and pray to the Powers that this will help, and that I finally will find sleep again.”

And then she brought her hands behind her back, undid the tie, and allowed her gown to drop to the ground. Proudly and unashamed she stood, upright, naked, exposed to Hank's hungry eyes.
She was pretty, much prettier than Hank could ever have imagined. Her skin was fair, soft, glowing slightly in the dimly lit chamber. Her chest was almost flat, except for two little bumps, the smallest of protrusions, indicating where the very first signs of female development had started. Her tummy was flat and perfectly formed. Below her tummy, Hank's eyes were drawn to her mons. Still fully devoid of hair. Her skin looked velvety to the touch. And below that, mostly hidden between Princess Daphne's only slightly parted legs, a slit, where Daphne's nether lips touched, hiding her thus far fully untouched little treasure.

Hank felt his throat turn dry. He realized his tongue unconsciously licked his lips. And he was painfully aware of the blood flowing to his manhood, making it rise to the occasion. He saw the Princess' eyes briefly fall on his throbbing hardness, shy away, then return as a smile appeared on her face.
“It's good to see that you appreciate my form, unready as it might be.”
“So you know about these things?”
“I know, Hank. I have heard …”
She hesitated. Briefly.
“I have heard people talk about these things. I know about them. I understand that I will not merely lie upon your penis. I know what we need to do. I am ready, Hank.”
There was a brief silence as Hank marveled at how secure and convinced the Princess sounded. But then she resumed, a sudden sound of doubt and fear in her voice.
“But I have not ever done any of these things. I know not what to do. Will you guide me, Hank?”
“I will guide you, Princess. And I will help you. And I will be as gentle as I can and make this good for you.”

And then Hank picked up her lithe body and placed it upon the bed. There she lay, naked as the day she was born, exposed to his gaze … and to his hands and tongue.
Lovingly and tenderly, Hank started to caress her beautiful body. His strong hands roamed her soft shoulders and thin arms, across her chest where they lingered a bit on her small bumps. But then his hands moved onwards, to her flat belly. At the same time, he bent down his head, and gently touched a nipple with his lips. The Princess rewarded his efforts by a light shudder of her body, and a soft moan escaping her precious lips.

Hank's left hand returned to her other delicious bud, but at the same time his right hand continued its move downward, from her belly to her soft and hairless mons, and then a finger descended into the cleft between her legs. A slight pressure pried the young girl's labia apart, and Hank was happy to feel some moistness there already.
His finger found her sensitive button. As he started to caress her there, his other hand and mouth continued to play with her now erect nipples. And then he felt how her soft hands started to explore his strong abs. Then they travelled down. He shuddered has her fingers played a bit with his curly pubic hairs. But then he felt her soft fingers grasp his shaft and caress its full length.

“It is hard already,” the Princess remarked, as her hand caressed Hank's length with instinct-driven, inexperienced movements.
“It is, my Princess. Just seeing your beauty made it already start to grow. Caressing and kissing your beautiful body made it stand to full attention.”
“So does this mean that we will … do it now? Since you are ready?”
“We can, if you want. You are wet and I am hard. But I still think I should prepare you more, so that it will hopefully not hurt at all. And trust me, your Highness, the preparation will be good.”
“I surrender to you, Hank. You have experience in these things that I have not. Do unto me as you please.”
“As I please, but even more as I think will please you, oh delicious Highness!”

And then Hank stopped speaking, for his lips found Daphne's pussy, and he delighted in tasting the sweetness of her love juices. He flicked his tongue around her labia, then pushed in to pry her outer lips apart and feel the soft tissue of her inner lips. He moved his tongue around a few more times, then settled on the best spot he could find, Daphne's immature little clit.
As he licked and suckled that most sensitive spot, the Princess started to shiver and moan from pure pleasure. As she started to buck her hips, Hank increased the pace of his tongue, until with a loud scream of joy her body tensed, as copious amounts of sweet cunny nectar flowed on his lapping tongue.

Once Princess Daphne reached the peak of her orgasm, Hank paused for a bit. Giving the young girl the time to recover from this nice experience. But as soon as she recovered a bit, he resumed his attack on her young peach, lapping and nubbing her lovebutton while sucking her sweet juices.
But this time, he also brought a finger to the young girls' nether region.
As he licked her, he gently and slowly pushed the tip of his finger into the young Princess' tight entrance. He felt her tightness, her moisture, and her warmth, a sensation he knew he would soon also experience on his leaking and throbbing manhood. But not yet. He wanted to do all he could to make this pleasurable for the girl. He never wanted to hurt a child as precious as her.

And so, as he lapped and licked her clitoris, his finger gently explored her opening, until it found the thin membrane that he would have to go through. Other men of his age had bragged about how they destroyed the maidenhood of their loved ones, how they burst through. But Hank knew he never wanted that for this girl, so precious, so vulnerable as she opened up and surrendered to him completely. She was confident he'd be good to her, and he could never betray that confidence!

And so he gently probed the thin membrane. Stretched it ever so slightly. Found with the tip of his finger a small opening that was there, and tried to slowly and gently widen the opening a bit, by applying the tiniest amount of pressure. And all that time he kept licking her clitoris, kept using his other hand to pleasure her little nipples, making sure to keep her on the edge of an orgasm.
Her constant moaning and squirming, her heavy breathing, her grasping hands in his hair, and the begging sound of her voice as she pleaded to please make her feel good again did never stop. That's how Hank knew he was not hurting the little girl. At least not more than could be masked by the delightful feelings he was giving her.

But he knew he'd have to push through eventually. So he once more increased the pace of his tongue and mouth. Finally giving the Princess the second orgasm, that she'd be on the edge of for so long.
As soon as her body tensed and her mouth opened in a silent scream of delight, as soon as her orgasm hit, Hank withdrew his finger a bit, then pushed in hard. He felt some resistance, but not much, because he had already prepared the underaged maidenhood as much as he could. And then he tore through, removing the barrier, opening up the girl for future delights.
He never stopped licking and teasing, making sure her orgasm lasted and lasted, wave after wave. And then as he also started to move his finger up and down in her no longer virginal hole, she just crashed into the next orgasm. Her hands gripped his hair painfully, pushed his lips hard on her cunny, as he kept sucking her clitty and gently fingerfucking her tightness.

But then, he noticed her movement became more desperate. Her breathing faster. Her moaning started to sound like a word, repeated over and over.
“Stop. Stop. Too much, Hank. Stop please!”
And so he stopped, and waited for the girl to recover her grip on the world.

“Oh my. Wow, Hank. That was so good. I never knew it could be like this!”
“Thank you, my Princess. I am happy to serve your Highness.”
“But we still need to …”
She paused. Felt her girlhood with her hands, brought it to her face to see a red droplet on her finger.
“Have you … have you just …”
“I have, your Highness. With my finger, while I made you cum. I have been told that this is the way that hurts the least. I hope I have not been lied to.”
“You have not. If I felt anything at all, I was not aware. Now that you tell me, I do realized I felt a short sting down there. But too much was the pleasure you gave me to be distracted by it.”

Hank kept stroking and caressing the beautiful Princess all over her body, adoring the smoothness of her skin, the perfection of her form.
“My Princess. My beautiful Highness. Are you now ready?”
The Princess looked down at Hank's hard cock.
“It is much thicker than your finger, though. Will it still hurt?”
“It might,” Hank said, with sorrow in his voice, “but I'll try to go slow. I'll make it as painless as I can, my dear. And I can assure you, it might take a short while to get used to it, but it will only feel good after a while.”
“I trust you,” the girl simply nodded, as she once more spread her legs wide in the most inviting way possible.

“Wait! I have a better idea. I will lie down. You can lower yourself on me. That way, you control the pace and stop when it feels uncomfortable!”
“What, peasant! Make your Princess do the work while you laze on your back?”
Hank almost fell for it, but the sparkle in the girls' eyes and the giggle at the end revealed she was teasing.
“Sorry, Hank. I actually like that idea.”

And so the unlikely couple shifted position. Hank laid back on the Princess' bed. His hand gripped his hard tool and pointed it straight upwards, where the squatting Princess slowly lowered her slender body.
He held her, helped her support his weight, and kept giving her small kisses and nice compliments as she lowered herself until the tip of his manhood pressed against her tight slit. But then she lowered some more, and her slippery labia gave way to allow Hank's hardness entrance. He adjusted his aim, made sure to position his tip right at her little hole, then nodded encouragingly.
“You can go further if you are ready. You control the pace. How does it feel?”
“Stretched. Not painful. Well, not much. Mostly weird.”

She gritted her teeth as the broadest part of Hank's dickhead slipped between her obscenely stretched cunny lips. But she did not stop. She kept going, and Hank groaned for pleasure as he felt how his dick gradually went deeper and deeper inside her warm and moist, tight tunnel.
“Do you … still feel … okay, your Highness?”
“Oh yes. I do. Some pain but bearable. And a nice fullness. Almost as if I belong to be full down there.”
Another long groan came from Hank's lips.
“Am I pleasuring you, Hank? Does this feel good for you?”
Hank nodded in shame.
“Yes. I am sorry, Highness. I should not. But you feel good. Very good.”
“Don't be sorry. I am happy this feels good for you. Isn't this supposed to be good for everyone?”
“That is true, your …”

Hank could not finish his sentence. With a deep sigh, the Princess suddenly relaxed her support so that her body slid down the last two inches, until full weight was on Hank's hips.
“Oooaahhh!!!!!”
“Oh, so you like that too?”
“I do, your Highness!”
“So this is it? You are all the way in now. Is this it?”
“Wait a bit, Princess. Give your body the time to accommodate. Once you get used to it, once you feel no pain anymore, you can start to move up and down, so I slide in and out.”
And while Hank explained that, his right hand fingers once more found the Princess' sensitive love button, while his left hand returned to the precious small buds on her chest.
“Oh yes. That feels good, Hank! Keep doing that!”

She let him pleasure her for a few minutes. But then she felt ready. And so she lifted her body, slowly, pulling herself off of Hank's pulsating rod.
“Oh yes, like that Princess. That feels so good. Does it feel good for you too?”
“Good? Yes, good. Strange but good.”
“And now back down again. Slowly or fast. You are in control. Try what works for you.”

The girl lowered herself indeed. Then lifted herself up again, then dropped her body, slamming herself on Hank's cock.
“Wow!”
They both giggled as they realized they had exclaimed the exact same thing at the exact same time.
But then the room fell silent. Apart from Hank's continuous groans, Daphne's little squeals of delight, and the sloppy sound of a dick moving rapidly in and out of a tight wet cunny, there was no sound.

Until one more orgasm hit the little girl. Her body once more shivered all over, and Hank felt how her cunny walls rippled as wave after wave of pleasure erupted in the little girls' body. The stimulation was too much for him, and so his balls tightened, his dick grew even more, and then spurt after thick spurt of his sticky sperm blasted from his dick, into the preteen's vagina.

When the young couple finally recovered from their mutual orgasm, the Princess collapsed on top of Hank's strong body. He wrapped his arms around her, so he could caress her back, her neck, and her gorgeous buttocks, as he kept delivering small kisses on her mouth, her cheeks, her forehead.
“By the Powers! That was so good! I never felt like that before! Regardless of whether I sleep or not, this alone was already worth it. Thank you, Hank!”
“No, Princess. It is me who must thank you. I, too, have never felt this good before. You are really a wonderful girl and I enjoyed every second of our coupling. But I most of all enjoyed seeing how good you felt. That was for me the best feeling!”

Hank stopped talking as he realized the Princess no longer heard his words. She had fallen asleep, lying atop his strong chest. His deflating dick still lodged in her cum leaking cunny.
Hank smiled. His hands found the blankets he had seen before, and he pulled them over their bodies to make sure the girl would stay warm.
“Sleep well, dear Princess,” he whispered, as he closed his arms around her, protectively but also lovingly.

Hank did not sleep that night. He enjoyed every minute of lying there, supporting and holding the freshly deflowered young Princess as she slept the sleep of the innocent, feeling safe and loved in Hank's strong arms. And when she finally woke, he made sure his smiling face was the first thing she would see.
“Did you sleep well, my Princess?”
“I did. Oh Hank, it was wonderful! I never slept so safe and relaxed as this night, in your strong arms.”
“I am glad I helped you get rid of the curse, Princess.”
“Me too. But Hank, are you sure the curse is over now?”
“I think so. You slept on a peepee. My peepee. And you slept well.”
“I know. But what if it works for one night only. I'd feel safer to sleep on your peepee every night, Hank!”

The Princess just smiled. Her hand went downward, to find Hank's manhood. As she touched it, she felt how it started to rise to the occasion.
“I may have other reasons. But be honest, Hank. Do you really mind?”
And as she gently inserted Hank's hardness in her tight slot and started to move, Hank just moaned.
“Not at all, my Princess. I am happy to serve you in any way I can.”

And thus endeth the tale of the Princess and the Peas. Or actually, as only Princess Daphne and Hank knew, the Princess and the Peepee.
They obviously lived happily and merrily ever after. And when they married and got children of their own, they made sure never to take any risk. All their daughters got to sleep on peepees as soon as they turned ten.
But that's a tale for another day.