Princess Alice and the Evil Knight
Princess Alice and the Evil Knight – Mg, MMMMg, cons, Alice
(c) 2019, by P.D. Vile
This is my second story that is inspired by Alice, a young girl who used to post pictures of herself and of her life adventures to lolicit.org. She recently started posting her pictures on the ATF Forum, and as far as I know, she also has a presence on Pixiv, and runs her own Discord.
Note that this story was originally posted at lolicit.org, complete with the picture that was my original inspiration for this story. Alice has kindly given me permission to repost this picture here on All The Fallen.
If you like this story, then I suggest you visit her thread, admire her pictures, and thank her for being my inspiration for this story, and for allowing me to use her this way.
Princess Alice and the Evil Knight
“Tell me a quick bedtime story! Pleeeeeese?”
How could I ever resist your pleading eyes, my sweet little child?
I kiss you gently on the forehead. “Of course, Alice. From one of your books or shall I make something up?”
“Ohh, would you do that, PD?”
“Of course. For you, always. Just give me a minute to come up with an idea.”
I look at you. I'm an author, I should be able to come up with a story idea. But I normally write for adults. You are not my normal audience. You are my 10 year old neighbor girl. I must make sure that the story is not inappropriate for you.
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, lived a king and a queen, and their daughter, the princess. Her name was Alice. Yes, just like you! [/i]And she was 10 years old, [i]Also just like you! [/i]And she was beautiful. [i]Of course not as beautiful as you, dear Alice, that would be impossible. But [/i][i]almost, almost[/i][i] as beautiful as you. Everyone in the kingdom knew that princess Alice was the most beautiful girl in the kingdom.
One bad day, during supper, scouts ran into the dining hall.
“King, King, we come bearing bad news. We heard that the Evil Knight has escaped his prison and is making his way to our kingdom, seeking revenge.”
Alice saw the fear in her father's eyes. But he was not king for nought! He stood up and spoke, addressing all those present.
“Alas, that is bad news indeed. Prepare, beloved citizens. Night has befallen our kingdom and it will be a long night. The Evil Knight is a formidable foe. When he comes seeking revenge, then surely there will be suffering in our land. But fear not! Tomorrow, I will assemble my bravest knights, and we will ride to meet the foe. Meet him, and defeat him.
“Servants! Bring wine and food. Treat our brave knights to all they desire, for not all will return. They deserve a night of joy before risking life and limb on the battlefield.
“Knights! Feast tonight, then go home and say your farewells to your beloved ones. Tomorrow at dawn we ride. Some of us will return victorious,as heroes. But many of you will die, and live only in the songs and tales we'll tell our children and grandchildren about your heroic sacrifice.
“Knight Josh, for you I have a special assignment. You will also ride tomorrow, but not with us. Yours is the task to take my precious wife and daughter to the Western Castle, and keep them safe until the Evil Knight is vanquished.”
But then the unexpected happened. All present fell silent as princess Alice arose from her chair, unrelenting under her fathers stern gaze.
“No father, I do not want to flee. I want to ride with you, with the knights, and keep our kingdom safe!”
“No child, I cannot allow that. Fighting is a man's job. You are my daughter, and the heir of the throne. You should be safe. You should survive, for I might not. You shall go with Knight Josh tomorrow, and that is final.”
Princess Alice obediently sat back down. She knew better than to talk back to her father.
But that night, thoughts plagued her mind. She had read all of the books she could find. She knew exactly how these tales end.
It is always, she knew, always the prince that saves the kingdom, rescues the king and queen, and defeats the danger. But princess Alice was an only child. There was no prince in this kingdom. So does that mean that there is no one to save the day? That the kingdom was doomed?
Princess Alice was heir to the throne because there was no prince. She was the only descendant in the royal bloodline. But … if she stands in as heir in place of a prince. doesn't that mean that all other duties of a prince also befell on her?
Her father was of course right that fighting is a job for men. She had never held a sword in her life, she would not stand a chance. But then Alice smiled as an idea was born. She had other weapons, weapons only she knew how to wield.
Her mind was made up. She waited no longer. She knew that tomorrow, knight Josh would not let her out of his sight. She had to act now.
Princess Alice got out of her bed, then made her way through the dark corridors of the castle, to the stable. All was quiet. Sneaking around the night guards was easy.
She walked straight to Nightshade, her favorite horse.
“Shhhh, Nightshade,” she whispered, “you and I are going for a ride but you need to be silent.”
She led Nightshade by the reins out of the stable, then mounted him. She had no idea where to go to. But her father had ordered her to the Western Castle for safety. So the danger had to be in the east. “Go, Nightshade,” she said, and off they ran. Eastbound, in full gallop.
I pause, look at your intent gaze.
“Would you like to be like Princess Alice?”
You nod.
“There is no horse here, but we can use my leg. Just straddle one of my thighs. Then I can bounce my leg and it will be just as if I am your horse.”
You climb out of bed, onto my lap. Wrap your arms around my back for support. I know you never wear underwear to bed. I feel your naked cunny touch my bare leg. I bounce my leg, feel your labia bounce on and off my leg,
“Nice like this? Shall I continue?”
Soon princess Alice realized that she had made a mistake. She had been so rushed to leave the castle that she had not even taken time to dress. Luckily, her nighty was short enough, so she had simply lifted it a bit when she straddled her horse. But she wore nothing underneath. And now her naked cunny kept bumping up and down on the warm muscular back of Nightshade. She felt the tingling feeling she knew from playing with herself. She felt her cunny get wet. Yes, just like you are getting wet on my leg, dear Alice.
She wanted to stop, lay down by the side of the road, and pleasure herself. Touch her cunny, rub her clit, find the orgasm she craved.
But no, she told herself, I have to be strong. I have to save the kingdom.
So she pressed on. Teeth gritted, moans of joy escaping her young mouth, pussy juices coating Nightshade's back.
When she could not take it any longer, she slowed Nightshade down to a gentle trot, then pressed her body down, sliding back and forth on his back to give her labia and her sensitive clit the massage she craved. Yes, like that, dear Alice. Exactly like that. Faster and faster she moved, faster yet, until she felt her body tremble with her orgasm.
I pause. You are still shuddering and trembling on my thigh.
I wait until your breathing slows.
As soon as princess Alice felt her orgasm wane, she commanded Nightshade back to full gallop, until she once more was unable to resist the urge, had to slow down, had to rub herself.
They rode and rode. After many hours, and at least six fantastic orgasms, princess Alice saw the dim light of a fire in the distance. She knew where she was. This had to be the entrance to the Dark Cave. It made sense that the Evil Knight would have set camp there.
Princess Alice dismounted Nightshade, whispered “Stay here,” then walked as silently as possible through the bushes, closing in. She saw a single guard, standing to attention near the smoldering remains of a campfire. A giant sword was strapped to his waist, his shield stood close by against a tree.
She swallowed. Would her special weapons be good enough to beat him? Or would she die, die as a stupid young child that thought she could fight, at the hand and sword of this brute?
But she had not escaped the castle and rode all this way, just to weasel out now. So she stood, proudly and straight, as she stepped out of the shrubbery, into the light.
“Halt, who is there?” bellowed the guard as he drew his sword from its sheath, pointed it towards the princess. Then he stopped. A child? A young girl? That was not what he had expected.
The pause was enough for princess Alice to talk.
“Please, brave guard, do not kill me. For it is I, princess Alice. And I come to seek an audience with your master, the Evil Knight. I come bearing the message of love.”
“My master does not take audiences. I am under strict orders to kill anyone who dares to pass into the cave. I have no desire to kill such a precious young child as you, but one step further and I will have no choice.”
Princess Alice knew that the time had come. The time to bare her weapons and see how they would hold.
She grabbed the hem of her nightgown, pulled it up over her head, and dropped it to the ground. Yes, like that dear Alice. That's how she did it.
She stood there, in all her naked innocence. The smooth skin on her tight belly. Her breasts, small as it behooves a child her age, nipples pointing proudly upward. Her soft and completely hairless mound, and under that her slit, still dripping with her juices.
The guards jaw dropped. And so did his sword. He just stood there, admiring the sheer beauty that the princess so willingly exposed.
The princess saw the effect her weapons were having. She saw his loincloth start to tent. She took a step forward, then another one, until their bodies barely touched. The princess smiled, reached under the guards garments, found his swollen manhood. Yes, Alice, like that. Exactly like that!
Then the princess spoke. “I hope you now see that it is better to love than to fight. For fighting is the way of death, and loving is the way of life. I am princess Alice. I am the princess of love. I dedicate my life and my kingdom to life, not to death. I am the princess of love!”
And then she started stroking the guard. He started panting and grunting. His hand found one of the princess' small boobs, fondled it. His other hand found her ass, squeezed and massaged her cheeks. And the princess pumped his engorged member harder and harder, faster and faster. Perhaps slow down a bit, Alice? Or you will finish me before I finish the story.
As the princess felt that the guard was ready to climax, she lifted his loincloth, getting her first full view of his large rod. She pointed it towards her chest, rubbed, rubbed, until with a loud scream of pleasure the guard exploded in orgasm. Squirt after squirt of his villainous semen plastered her chest, her boobs, her stomach. She felt it running down her tummy, over her mound, onto her legs.
Then the guard spoke. “Thank you, dear princess Alice. You have showed me the error of my ways. From now on, I will no longer fight. I, too, will chose the path of love.”
And with that, he stood up and walked off.
Princess Alice was proud of herself. She had used her weapons, and they had worked!
But she had yet to face the Evil Knight. A man, so dark, so corrupted, that the mere mention of his name made everyone in the kingdom shudder with fear. Was he not too corrupted, too black in his heart, for her message of love?
But the princess had no choice. She had made it this far. She had to go on. Had to save the kingdom.
With her newfound resolve, she turned towards the cave entrance and walked in. Naked as the day she was born, semen still running down her tummy and legs.
She walked into the dark cave. But … not entirely dark. Once her eyes got accustomed, she noticed that glowweed was growing in the passageways, lighting the scenery just enough to see.
After rounding two corners, she saw a man, armed to the teeth. The princess hid behind a rock, made sure that only her head was visible as she spoke.
“It is I, princess Alice! Are you the Evil Knight? I come bearing the message of love.”
The man sprang to attention, drew his sword. But then he, too, held back as he saw that the intruder was but a child.
“I am but a guard, indebted for life to the Evil Knight. I do not know how you passed the first guard, young child. But you will not pass by me.”
But princess Alice bravely stepped forward, trusting her charming weapons would not fail her. She set step after step. Would the guard raise his sword against her? But then she saw it was not his sword, but his manhood that was rising.
Princess Alice kneeled at the guard's feet, lifted his loincloth, took his hard throbbing member in her hands. Then she opened her mouth and enveloped the guard. Ooohhh, yeah. Yes, Alice. Yes, that's how the princess did it!
She twirled her tongue around the sensitive top. She sucked. She took him as deep as she could, then back again, bobbing her head up and down. Slow down, Alice, slow down!
Soon she felt that the man was ready to climax. She closed her mouth, sucked hard, and then she heard a deep rumbling roar emerge from the man's throat, as she felt squirt after squirt of his manly fluids enter her young mouth.
She tried to swallow all, but she could not keep up. It was too much. She felt a small stream dribble out of her mouth, across her chin, down to her chest.
Finally, the guard stopped cumming. Alice stood up, swallowed down the last cum she had in her mouth, then declared: “I am princess Alice. I am the princess of love. I hope you now see that it is better to love than to fight. For fighting is the way of death, and loving is the way of life. I dedicate my life and my kingdom to life, not to death. I am the princess of love!”
And the guard lowered his head, and replied: “Thank you, princess Alice. You have showed me the wrong of my ways. From now on, I will no longer fight. I, too, choose the path of love.”
He turned to leave but spoke once more. “If you continue down this passageway, you will find one more guard before you reach the Evil Knight. Take care, my princess. The last guard will be harder to sway than me. And the Evil Knight himself ...” He shuddered. “I hope you succeed, but I fear that the darkness of his soul might be too much for even you to overcome.”
Princess Alice gathered her courage and then moved forward. Treading lightly, not making any sound, peeking around every corner before stepping forward. Soon she saw the third guard. He sat on the floor, eyes closed, as if he was sleeping. But his hand was on his sword, and there was no doubt in the princess' mind that she would not be able to pass without waking him.
She stepped back, out of vision, then raised her voice.
“Guard, wake up! It is I, princess Alice. And I come to seek an audition with your master, the Evil Knight. I come bearing the message of love.”
She heard the rustling of the guard grabbing his sword. “Show yourself, intruder! I don't know who you are. I don't know how you came here. But step closer and I will thrust my blade in you!”
She stepped out of the shadows, into the light, exposing her underage nudity, her cum-stained chin and belly, her slender form.
“Would you not rather thrust something else in me?”
And without awaiting an answer, she straddled him, grabbed his rapidly swelling member, guided it towards her tight entrance, and lowered herself on him. Yes, indeed. Like that. Hmmm, so nice.
She felt his hardness fill her, wondered whether by now she perhaps needed this more than him. She clenched her inner muscles around him. And then she started to buck her hips, up and down, up and down, as fast as she could. She heard the guard pant and groan, felt his hips thrust up and down in sync with her.
And then she … Oh my god, oh god, oooohhh. Yeah. Oooohh, that is so good! I'm cumming!!!!
My orgasm ends, and so does yours. I hold you in my arms. Do you have any idea how much I love you right now? How much I love you always?
Your breathing returns to normal. You open your eyes.
“Is that the end of the story? What about the Evil Knight?”
“No, there is more, sweet Alice. But I need a moment to catch my breath.”
“I'll help you,” you say, then plant your mouth lips on mine and gently blow air into my mouth.
I chuckle. “Where were we?”
The princess felt his hardness fill her, wondered whether by now she perhaps needed this more than him. She clenched her inner muscles around him. And then she started to buck her hips, up and down, up and down, as fast as she could. She heard the guard pant and groan, felt his hips thrust up and down in sync with her.
And then she felt an orgasm ripple through her body, stronger than any she had had before. She bit her lip, suppressed a scream. And at the same time she felt the guard's strong member pulsate and spasm, filling her immature womb with squirt after squirt of his sperm
They sat in silence for a while, regaining their breath after the mutual orgasm. But then princess Alice stood up, saw his member fall out of her, felt a dollup of sperm gush out.
“I am princess Alice. I am the princess of love. I hope you now see that it is better to love than to fight. For fighting is the way of death, and loving is the way of life. I dedicate my life and my kingdom to life, not to death. I am the princess of love!”
The guard just nodded. “I thank you for teaching me, dear princess Alice. I am forever indebted to you, and you have my allegiance. I will never more choose the path of fighting. But beware. Before you lies the final challenge, the Evil Knight. It would be my honor to accompany you on this final challenge, and lay down my life for you if I must.”
But the princess said: “I thank you, dear guard. But this challenge is mine and mine alone. And your life is not mine to take, or yours to give. It is yours to live. Go forth, lead your life, and spread my message of love. I, princess Alice, the princess of love, will now set forth and face my biggest foe.”
The brave princess Alice then turned and walked forward. She knew it would be hard. She knew that this foe would be unlike any others. But she knew that she had to defend her kingdom, defend her message of love … or die trying.
Soon she saw the dancing lights of a camp fire around a corner. She stepped forward, into the light, and saw a large cave. And there, standing by the fire, was he. The Evil Knight.
He looked surprisingly handsome. Strong, big, masculine. But the princess shuddered when she looked in his face. Despite his good features, the high cheekbones, the great hair, the broad jawbone … despite all that, his face was scary. It was the eyes, she concluded. Eyes, dark as the night. And eyes without a soul, with not a single trace of empathy.
The princess shuddered, but she did not relent.
“It is I, princess Alice. And I come to bring you, Evil Knight, the message of love. It is better to love than to fight. For fighting is the way of death, and loving is the way of life. I dedicate my life and my kingdom to life, not to death. I am the princess of love!”
The Evil Knight opened his mouth, and out came a menacingly hollow laughter.
“Well then, princess of love. I have watched your progress. I will admit, I am impressed. And it will be … inconvenient to train new guards.
“But your quest ends here. For I am the Evil Knight. I know no love, for my heart is devoid of emotion and feelings. I know only death and destruction. And destroy you, I will.”
And with that, he grabbed his sword and started walking towards the princess. Calmly, slowly, decidedly.
Princess Alice felt a panic rise. She was standing there, naked. Cum still gushing from her young pussy. The drop that had been running down her chin was now making its slow way down her breast. And the stains on her tummy had started to dry.
How could her beauty and her uninhibited sexiness have no effect at all on this man? How could he be immune to her weapons?
She saw the Evil Knight raise his sword, point it at her chest. She saw him close in. Slowly, decidedly, ever nearer, one step at a time. She knew he would not stop. She knew running would not help. She knew she would die.
Unless …
“Evil Knight, if today is the day for me to die, then die I will. But will you not allow your victim one final wish?”
The Evil Knight stopped his approach. “One wish you shall have, princess Alice. What is that you desire?”
“I desire to pleasure you, my Lord. To pleasure you, and to be pleasured by you. You may not feel love in your heart, but surely you understand lust? I have a lust burning in my loins right now. Please let me ride you, let us experience the ultimate pleasure together. And then, then I will accept my fate, and die at your hand and sword.”
The Evil Knight did not reply. He laid down his sword, unbuckled his pants, took off his shirt. The princess just had to admire his body, his strong muscles, his perfect abs. And his manhood, still limp but already an impressive size. Had he not had those empty hollow eyes, he would have been the perfect man.
He sat down on a large boulder, waited for the princess to act.
Princess Alice gingerly extended a hand to touch his member. She grabbed it, held it firmly, then started stroking. Oh, yeah, just like that Alice.
Finally she started having an effect. She felt his manhood swell, felt his member grow.
“Does this feel good?” she asked.
The Evil Knight just grunted. The princess took that as a yes.
The Evil Knight erected more and more, until he was at full mast. The princess scooted closer, looked with interest as a first drop of precum formed. She dipped her finger in, then brought it to her mouth to savor the taste.
And then, without warning, she opened her mouth wide and descended.
Yes! Yes, Alice! Like that! Don't stop.
The Evil Knight felt her warm and soft mouth enclose his hardness. Felt her tongue twist, felt her teeth scrape, gently and softly, not enough for pain, just enough for pleasure.
The young princess just kept sucking and sucking until, finally, she felt that the Evil Knight was close to orgasm. Then she stopped.
Before the Evil Knight could say anything, she moved to his lap, and lowered herself. She felt his rock hard pole impaling her tight young cunny. She heard the squishing sounds of her juices being pushed out. Oh yes! Yes, Alice!
“Oh, yes!” was all the princess could say, as she felt how she was completely filled from the inside.
The Evil Knight responded with a grunt.
Princess Alice hugged his muscular body, pressed her small boobs firmly against his chest. And then she started rocking her hips. Oh … oh yeah … Yes, Alice, like that, like that. Ooohhh.
The princess felt his member move in and out with every motion she made. She felt the tip of his rod tickle her cervix with every inward motion. Felt the rough skin massage her sensitive clit as it slid in and out.
She increased the pace. The Evil Knight had resisted her weapons for a long time. But now his resistance was broken. She felt him quickly approaching a climax. She felt his body tighten. Felt her own pussy start to convulse, as wave after wave of pure joy rippled through her body. And at the same time she felt how squirt after strong squirt splattered against the back of her womb.
Did that feel good? I'll wait for you to recover, then I'll finish the story.
The princess felt happy. She was sure that she had won. That love had proven to be the stronger force.
But then he opened his eyes, and she was startled to still see no empathy, no soul.
“Your last wish was fulfilled, brave little princess. So now your time has come. Prepare to die.”
The princess knew she had to act fast. Had to come up with a good idea.
Quickly she blurted. “Wait, we are not done yet!”
“Not?”
“That was just the start. There is so much more!”
She grabbed his hand, brought it to her breast, encouraging him to feel, touch, play. She leaned forward, kissed him, gently stuck her tongue in his mouth. And she concentrated on her pelvic muscles, contracting and releasing. She felt the Evil Knight's deflating manhood inside her start to grow again.
“See?” she whispered.
She kept rocking her hips, kissing his mouth, stroking his abs. She came, and she came again, and again. And the third time, he was pushed over too, and left another load in the princess' young womb.
“Not yet,” the princess whispered before he could even recover, “yet more”.
Once more she managed to massage his rod to full erection. She knew she had to pull every trick she knew. It was time for her last, her best secret weapon.
It was her own special technique. She called it the bunnyhop. And if ever there was a time she needed it, it was … Oh YES! Yes, Alice, that's it. I'm cumming!!!!
Whew, that was great. Thanks, dear child!
Wait, now I need some time. One minute. One minute then I can finish the story.
The next morning, at first light, the king and his knights rode out to find and confront the Evil Knight. They rode east. Soon they arrived at the entrance to the Dark Cave, found the remnants of a camp fire. They read the trails. It seemed that the Evil Knight had set up camp there for the night, but had not left yet.
Strange. Why were there no guards?
They passed the cave entrance and walked through the long and winded passageways. Finally, they arrived in the large cave, where they saw the Evil Knight, sprawled out on the floor, limp, and spent. And straddling him, his flaccid member still inserted in her immature pussy, was princess Alice, coated from top to bottom in cum and girl juice.
“I am princess Alice. I am the princess of love. I hope you now see that it is better to love than to fight. For fighting is the way of death, and loving is the way of life. I dedicate my life and my kingdom to life, not to death. I am the princess of love!”
And then, grinning, turned towards the Evil Knight's weary face.
“But I am also the princess of lust, and no man or woman in this land can match me. You may still not have learned the way of love. But you have surely learned that you are no match for me in the arena of lust.”
And then she turned towards the knights.
“Is any of you man enough for me? I am just getting started!”
I stop, smile at you. “The end.”
You look at me, let out a deep sigh. I kiss you gently in the forehead as I tuck in your sheets.
“But what happened to the Evil Knight?” you ask.
“The knights shackled him. He was too spent to resist. And then he was thrown back in the dungeon that he earlier escaped from, with more guards and more chains and more doors than before.”
“And he just stayed there … forever? Isn't that sad?”
“Hmmm, maybe I can make it a bit better.”
The Evil Knight was back in his cellar. Alone. Like before.
But no longer did he desire to escape. No longer did he fight his fate. For there was one thing that made it good.
Once every week, he would hear gentle footsteps descend the stairs. The door would open, and a small naked figure would enter.
“Hello, princess of lust. How can I please you?”