The Prince's Huge Nasty Cursed Cock

[Warning: This story contains vivid descriptions of a sweaty, nasty, stinky cock and all the stuff that comes with it. If you do not like excessive filthy cock-musk and smegma, then no need to read any further.]

Prince Enguerrand Vauquelin DeMontcharmant the Sixth (Or, as his friends called him, prince Rand, or sometimes just Rand) evaluated the new pairs of trousers that laid on his lavish bed. Special pants had to be custom-made for him, because of his... gift.

Like every other member of the royal lineage, he had been visited at birth by fairy godmothers, as well as the kingdom's malicious witch of the wood, who had laid a curse on every member of his family, ever since the days of Prince Enguerrand Vauquelin DeMontcharmant the First.

Rand's great-grandfather had been cursed with a forgetful mind and had died during a great fire that destroyed a third of the castle, after he had forgotten to close the oven when he went to cook himself some potatoes in the middle of the night. Rand's grandfather had been cursed with a weak constitution, dying of pneumonia at twenty. Rand's father was cursed with poor hearing, going deaf before he even had a full beard growing.

The worst was that the maleficent hag always claimed that her curses were gifts. "You will not hold any bad memories in your old age; You will be an excellent host; You will never hear any disparaging remarks from your people."

Now a young man of eighteen years, Rand was straddled with a horrifying, monstrous dong. "The dick of a donkey", he had overheard one of the castle's servants claim.

His penis and his testicles were obscenely large, and he had a painfully strong libido. Every night, he had to relieve himself, trying his best to find a place to dispose of his monumental loads. He had recently opted to use the chamber pot, although it was barely big enough to contain the result of even one orgasm.

He also had to take frequent baths, to avoid his crotch from festering, as his production of sweat and musk in that area was stupefying. Two days without cleaning and the stench of his enormous cock would stun a bear.

It did have some advantages, however. Several serving girls and noble ladies within the castle (and a handful of serving boys as well) now treated him with adoration, hoping that the well-endowed prince might shag them in secret.

But Rand's hand had been promised to the princess of the neighboring kingdom, princess Hélène Marie D'Andromelle. He had met her once and had found her incredibly dull and snobbish, but Rand was an honorable man and would do what's right for the greater good of his kingdom.

He was still deciding on which pair to try on first when news of his squire's whereabouts reached him. Yvon of Arpense, his childhood best friend and loyal squire, had disappeared suddenly the night before.

A serving girl had brought Rand a note that she claimed she had found in Yvon's room. It was a message written by the loathsome witch herself: "Meet me at Old Man Richard's cabin, deep within the royal woods, alone, or I will end your squire's life."

Without delay, the honorable prince ventured alone into the woods, armed with his sword and bow, fully prepared to slay the monster once and for all. He believed it was his destiny to slay the creature, to save his royal lineage from her tainted yoke for the good of his family and the kingdom.

He walked among the trees for three days, knowing fully that the stench in his pants would be unbearable upon his return. But he soldiered on, determined to find and rescue his friend.

Old Man Richard's cabin had been named generations ago for a man that had died before Rand's father had even been born. It was more plants than house now, with thick leafy vines growing over the walls and a tree peeking through a hole in the roof.

He unsheathed his sword and, with a war cry to make his ancestors proud, kicked the door open.

Yvon and an older lady looked at him with wide open eyes. They were sitting down at a remarkably well-preserved wooden table, sipping tea out of fine porcelain cups.

Yvon dropped his cup and turned to the woman. "Take you for the tea, my lady. I shall now take my leave." He stood up and came to Rand's side.

"What is the meaning of this?" The prince asked, feeling more confused than anything.

"She is actually quite a nice woman. She admitted to me that she never truly meant to hurt me, she just wanted to get you away from the castle. You know how your family can be... hot-headed when it comes to dealing with her kind."

The prince looked at the woman. She had a warm smile, but he couldn't chase the feeling that this was some form of trap.

"I'll let you two chat," Yvon said as he walked out, closing the door behind him.

"Prince Enguerrand, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. Although, we have met once before, but you were an infant, I doubt you remember me." She sipped the last of her tea. "I am here to mend the bridges between us. Between my kind and your family, I mean. We have been at odds for far too long."

A ray of light illuminated the witch, making her fair skin and bright blond hair shine. Rand had heard enough tales about her that he couldn't help but expect the worst.

"Show me your true face, hag. I know that this is a glamour intended to charm me. It will not work!"

The witch looked at him with her head tilted sideways. "You are right, prince. A subterfuge of the arcane kind isn't very polite, I apologize."

She stood up and slowly, the air around her turned into thick black smoke. The house went dark, causing the prince to walk back into the wall, his sword drawn and pointing forward. He would not succumb to fear! He was a strong-willed man, the last descendant of the great house DeMontcharmant, and he would never let himself be defeated by...

The black cloud dissipated, revealing the true form of the witch. Although, with her impressive solemnity, Rand thought that the title of "Evil Queen" might've been more proper.

She was tall. Taller than him, by a wide margin. Well over six foot, maybe even seven. Her wide form was covered by a skin-tight black dress of some rich fabric, silk perhaps. Rand's eyes glazed over the green skin and the thick shiny obsidian ram-horns atop her head, for he was mesmerized by her massive, obscene curves.

Fat tits that would shame a cow's udders hung from her chest, the lewd shape of her thick nipples peeking through the fabric. Her waist wasn't small, but it was dwarfed by her enormous hips and the prince could only imagine the chair-shattering rear behind her. The dress was open on the side, below her waist, allowing him a glimpse of her soft green thighs. His sword fell from his hands.

The Evil Queen walked towards him, her tongue wetting her thick pillowy lips. She wasn't oblivious to the effect she had on the young horny prince. While he kept gazing at her luscious form, the massive meat-boa in his pants uncoiled itself, growing harder with every step that the wicked enchantress took towards him.

"I've heard you've been engaged, little prince. Such a shame. I've met your betrothed, while walking around her city in the guise of an old woman. I have never met a more entitled lady in my entire life. And I've spent most of my long life messing around with kings and queens, so you know I'm an expert in snobbery.

"Furthermore..." she bent down until her lips brushed against Rand's ear, "you wouldn't want to be stuck with a boring flat stick, right? You would much prefer putting your naughty hands over the curvy body of a real woman, wouldn't you, little princeling? Go ahead, touch them. This is not an illusion; They really are that big."

Rand moved his hands up slowly until he was touching the tips of her huge breasts. Her nipples were as thick as plums, and that comparison in his head instantly turned into erotic images of his mouth all over them. Her lips were now onto his neck and her hands slithered across his back, exploring the strong muscles as if she wanted to be able to recreate the sight of him with her hands alone.

Rand hadn't even noticed when she had taken off his armor. Or maybe he had taken it off himself? It didn't matter anymore. She was the most attractive person he had ever seen in his entire life, and he needed her more than he had ever needed anything else. He didn't even have time to think that his pants were already on the ground and the tall green woman had her hand in his underwear.

As soon as she pulled his waistband, the stench of his cock and balls filled the room. He was somehow used to it, so he didn't flinch much, but the witch's face showed great surprise.

"It's... it's so... princeling, your musk..."

She had been holding him and pushing around until then, but now he watched in awe as this large woman fell to her knees, gazing at his thick bulge. As she unveiled his cock, the thing jerked forward and slapped her on the face, shooting thick white liquid all over her cheek.

"Oh," she uttered, sounding disappointed. "Already?" Her eyes looked up at the prince while she swiped the pale creamy fluid from her face, then back down at the humongous shaft.

"No, actually," the prince responded with a cocky grin. "That's just precum."

She gulped loudly. "It is so... big. I knew it would be bigger than average, but this is... this is monstrous. And those balls! And that horrendous stench!"

"It does that, when I can't wash it every day..."

The sorceress carefully grabbed the member with both hands and held it against her nose. Her green cheeks turned red and her eyes watered. As much as Rand had been bewitched by the sight of her considerable curves, it was nothing compared to the completely spellbound way she gazed at and huffed his huge sweaty donkey-dick.

This would be his chance, thought the prince. While she's engrossed by his fat greasy dick, he could... What could he do? She was an unarmed old woman, kneeling at his feet. Killing her now would be dishonorable, whether or not she was a monster.

Now that she was closer and at his mercy, he took a closer look at the... woman. She wasn't the ugly disgusting hag that he had imagined his whole life. Yes, her skin was green, and yes, she had demonic-looking horns, but her face was... motherly. She had little wrinkles around her eyes, smile lines, and a prominent nose which Rand liked a lot. Her long curly hair had probably been as black and shiny as her horns once, but now it was sprinkled by wicks of grey hair.

But this didn't change the fact that she had bedeviled him at birth, as she had done to so many within his family.

"You did this," the prince accused, while rubbing her face with his dick.

"I did this," she admitted, moaning softly as his cock moved across her nose.

"You must serve a penance for the curse you've given me."

With her eyes and nose still glued to his giant stinky cock, she nodded gently. Rand grabbed one of the witch's horns and placed the large tip of his cock against her substantial lips. She eagerly opened her lips for him, taking the head in until it hit the back of her mouth. Then, as her tongue slipped beneath his foreskin, she gagged and pulled out.

"Wh- what the hell is this!?" she exclaimed while slowly pulling down the prince's foreskin. Huge, yellowed chunks of smegma surround the head of his cock, the cock-cheese's stench invading her nostrils and making her put a hand over her mouth. Yet, she still held the heavy shaft next to her nose, her eyes entranced by the sight while her nose twitched.

Soon enough, her tongue was back on the thing, and she was scooping up large chunks of the semi-solid yellow filth, her eyes going from horror to adoration. As she swallowed the reeking clumps, Rand felt her crotch rubbing slowly on his legs. He was astounded to watch her go, her tongue lapping up more and more of his revolting smegma as if it was the ultimate meal for her.

When she eventually cleaned the large head of his dick, she took it all into her mouth. Rand's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt her tongue rolling around his tip. He grabbed her other horn and started bucking his hips.

The witch let out a gurgling sound when Rand pushed past her mouth, his giant dick slithering down her throat. The feeling of her sloppy mouth-pussy around his meat entranced him and he picked up the pace, fucking her throat aggressively while her chin dripped with saliva and her eyes watered.

The smoky shadows under her eyes were slowly dripping down, leaving black trails over her green cheeks. Rand didn't stop abusing the witch's throat until he finally reached his climax, grunting hard while he emptied a huge load in her stomach. Her eyes bulged and she sputtered while he slowly pulled out, still more warm jizz erupting across her face and staining the bust of her dress.

She had to take a moment to catch her breath, her windpipe still shaken by the massive intrusion that had occurred in her neck moments before. "Prince, ah... Now... now that you are satisfied..."

"No, witch. I don't think you understand." He shook his immense fuck-pole, slapping her a few times on the cheek. She could feel the weight of it with every hit, and she could feel how hard it still was. "It's going to take more to satisfy me. This curse that you brought upon me... it didn't only affect my size."

The witch met his glare with apprehension, but she made no move to resist him. Not too long after, he had pushed her on top of the wooden table in the middle of the decrepit shack and lifted her dress. Rand had to stop for a moment when he caught a glimpse of her drenched hairy cunt. Of course, the deviant enchantress wouldn't be wearing any underwear.

Rand's hand fell onto the humid lips, then lifted his fingers to look at the sticky drool covering them. He had managed to stuff only half of his giant cock inside the witch's mouth; He was determined to insert his whole length inside her this time.

Her puffy cunt lips opened for his shaft, letting his tip rub against her tight vagina. He slipped both hands under her dress and fondled her belly and her fat tits, while he slowly pushed forward with his hips.

The witch let out a loud cry when he penetrated her pussy, and her thick legs closed around him, forcing him further inside. Her pussy juices seemed to have similar effects on him as his musk had on her, and soon he was thrusting inside her wildly, the cabin filling with the uncouth sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

The sorceress grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it apart, ripping it open to uncover her huge breasts. Rand watched the scene hungrily, then grabbed two handfuls of phat tits and brought her large dark green nipples to his mouth. They were much too big to both fit in his mouth, so he took turns sucking on them while he kept pounding into her warm wet cunt.

"Oh, prince! My sweet, lovely prince!" Had he not known her better, he might've believed from her tone that she sounded enamored! Then again, he realized that he had never truly known her, his knowledge coming from stories shared by the people of his court, which had reasons to be biased against her.

"Your cock..." she strained to talk, her body overtaken by lust. "Your cock is so much better than I could've ever imagined! It is perfect! I've never felt more alive!"

Rand would've been furious at her words, if not for the fact that being inside her was also one of the best experiences of his life. As he rammed his cock balls-deep inside the domineering green queen, he couldn't help but feel that his curse might indeed have been a blessing. But he wasn't ready to admit it to her just yet.

"You like my cock? The giant smelly cock that you doomed me with!? Do you know how hard it is to live with this hanging in between my legs?"

"Oh, prince, I'm sorry, I'm sooooo-" Her voice was cut short by a squeal of pleasure. She was orgasming on his dick.

"You will need to do better than that to make me forgive you!"

"Ooooooh!" Her eyes were rolling back into her orbits while she drooled like a dog, her mind lost to the ecstasy brought by the young prince's unholy cock.

"If you want me to forgive you, to forgive your sins, then you need to... to..." He slowed down a little to leave himself some time to think clearly, and to make sure that she was listening to him. He grabbed her by the chin and made her face him. When they locked eyes and he got to gaze at her deep dark brown eyes, her long-lashes fluttering while she was still half-dazed, the prince was struck by how gorgeous he found her. Even the trails of charcoal paint that had gone down with her tears only made her more attractive to him.

Without thinking, he bent down and grabbed her head, pulling her into a deep kiss. Her breath was tainted by the scent of his cock, but he didn't care.

"If you want me to forgive you," he said as soon as he was done making out with her, "you will need to do some things for me."

She looked back at him with large hopeful eyes. "Yes, my prince. Anything. If it means I get to be used by your huge stinky cock more, I will do anything."

"You need to break the curses you've put on my family."

"The curses?"

"Don't play coy with me, witch." He thrusted into her until his balls were pressed firmly against her ass, making her moan softly. "My dad's hearing loss, uncle Hyacinthe's hair problem, great-aunt Aurore who's been asleep for the past sixty years, and aunt Joséphine's... fixation." No one in the family wanted to talk about Joséphine's curse.

"O-okay, I can fix their curses... But what about yours? If I break it and you become a normal boy like every other, then I have nothing to gain from the arrangement."

Rand, the noble hero, knew what was the right thing to do. At least, he hoped it was the right thing to do.

"You can leave my curse as it is." He dared not admit to the witch that, now that he had found a pussy big enough to contain it, he was growing fond of his ridiculously oversized cock. "And you must not harm my friends or the other people of the court."

"Do not worry, my sweet prince, I never had any intention of hurting your squire. You may have heard nasty rumors about me, but those were deceitful lies crafted solely to hurt my reputation."

Rand nodded to signify that he understood her point. He felt a bit silly, arguing and bargaining with the witch while his dick was completely absorbed by her body. To feel less silly, he started thrusting into her again.

Having sex with an evil witch and making her moan loudly like a gutter cat in heat was incredibly satisfying. Her large body was wonderful to toy with, and she looked so overjoyed as she took his dick, the prince had to stop himself from showering her with kisses. He didn't want to appear too romantic, considering his upcoming wedding and the fact that he still didn't fully trust the wicked witch.

His loins grew more ecstatic as he approached his second orgasm. His hips buckled faster, which also made the witch's moans louder. He grasped her waist as he pounded her hard, then her own hands grabbed him by the wrists, and he felt her long manicured black nails against his skin as they both came.

He pumped her womb full to the brim with his potent nasty nut-sludge and she howled with pleasure. Their shared euphoria made the foundation of the cabin shake. Rand was bent over the curvy body of his romp-partner, hugging her soft, curvy body while waiting for the butterflies to flutter out of his stomach.

"Aaah, my prince," she cooed in a voice that made his dick twitch. "Now, are you satisfied?"

Rand straightened himself up and gazed back into the eyes of the older woman, then gave her a wicked grin. She gave him a shy smile in response and then held her hands against her lips as she watched him excitedly.

He fucked the witch's cunt three more times, each time forcing loud bestial sounds out of her throat while he ravaged her stretched-out pussy. He fucked her on the table, on one of the walls, on an old, dilapidated bed that was more moss than mattress, and finally on the ground. After the fourth time, he could barely even put his dick in, because her hole was clogged with tar-thick baby batter. A remarkable amount of sperm had also leaked out of her cunt, staining the old wooden floor of the abandoned little house.