Exclusive: Ty and the Red Haired Girl Part I

Part III Added 6/23/16 (Now Complete)
Ty and the Red Haired Girl
by TGTrinity
Commissioned by Deiser

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King Arren could see the entirety of Adanac from the window of his room, and it made him feel powerful. His family had ruled this land for over a millenia, and he had spent the last fifteen years guiding the people with a firm hand that allowed from some special attention.

Today's special attention was being supplied by a young maiden who was currently servicing his cock. Her name escaped him at the moment, but he knew that she was the daughter of one of his advisors who was looking to make her father angry.

"Gods! Your tongue work is magnificent," King Arren said as he placed his hand on the young maiden's head. He held her by her golden locks as she bobbed up and quickly brought him to his breaking point. "Gods! I'm cumming!"

"Give it to me, my Lord," the woman said with a smile as she exposed her ample breasts to him. Arren found the sight of her young globes enough to push him over the edge, and he doused her with his seed. "Yes! Cover me, my Lord!"

"Gods, your tits are perfect..."

"Marian, my Lord," she said with a forced smile.

"Of course, Marian, you are quite the beauty," he said as he placed his receding cock back into his leather trousers. "Now see yourself out, my dear, and be sure the Queen doesn't notice," he added with some force in his voice.

"Like always, my Lord," Marian said as she quickly covered her breasts back up before leaving through two large wooden doors. "Oh, excuse me," Marian said with a bow as she passed a strange looking man who was waiting outside the door. The man nodded at the young girl and she disappeared around the corner.

"Was that Carrington's daughter, my Lord?" The strangely dressed man said as he entered the room and closed the door. It was a  very large room with exposed stone walls and murals of women performing salacious acts on each other while completely nude.

"Oh, yes it was," Arren said with a large smile on his face, "and did you see the tits on her? She keeps coming back thinking that he father will eventually find out and have his heart broken... but she doesn't know how little he cares for her." He laughed loudly at Marian's expense, and the strangely dressed man laughed along out of fear of reprisal. "Now, tell me Garrick, what is it you need from me today?"

"Well, my Lord," Garrick said as he looked over a large scroll, "you're to set out for Kelvin Tower today to meet with the Wizard Ty."

"Of course," Arren said as he grabbed a large leather riding coat from a massive wardrobe, "and is my horse ready?"

Garrick shuffled his feet, not wanting to say something that might inadvertently upset the king. "Yes, my Lord, but the Queen wishes that you would ride with more than just Sir Layne. She sees it as unwise to meet with a Wizard without more..."

"I don't give ten flying fucks what my whore of a wife wants!" King Arren said as he pounded his fist against the exposed stone of the wall. "You know that I'm meeting with this Wizard in the hopes of recruiting him, don't you Garrick!?" He was still yelling, and as it made him seem larger, it made Garrick want to curl up into a ball.

"Yes, my Lord..."

"And I'm only taking my personal bodyguard because Wizards are fucking easy to scare off! If I march in there with the King's Shieldmen then he would turn me into a fucking newt, Garrick! Is that what you want!? A fucking newt for a King!?"

"No, my Lord..."

Arren grabbed a small bag off a nearby table and slammed his fist on the wall again for good measure. "Then enough about what my fucking wife wants!" He then stormed out of the room leaving a very frightened Garrick behind. As he moved through the stone covered hallways of the Castle his servants would stop and bow to him. Little did he know that they would curse his name as he passed, but he was so full of himself that he would never dream such a thing would happen.

As he arrived at the stables he was greeted by more servants, then saw that Sir Layne was already mounted on his horse and ready to go.

"Good day, my King," Sir Layne said with a smile.

"Good day, Sir Layne," Arren said as a servant helped him up onto a large grey stallion.

"It's about an hours ride to Kelvin Tower, my King, and the Gods have granted us a pleasant day," Layne replied as he rode next to him. He had been the King's personal bodyguard for the better part of ten years, mostly because the King did not trust someone more handsome than he was to be left alone in the Castle with the Queen.

"Good, good," said the King with a booming voice, "then let's be off!" The King's stallion then burst out into the courtyard and made a few laps before the King noticed his beautiful young wife standing on a balcony overlooking them. She was a beauty unrivaled in the Kingdom, yet he was already growing tired of her.  Without looking up he spat at the ground and made for the main gates. Sir Layne followed soon thereafter, but before he departed he shot a grin and a wink up to the Queen who gave a knowing nod.

"Can't keep up with me anymore!?" Arren said with a laugh as Layne slowly approached from behind. They had just exited the small village that surrounded the castle, and were now on a narrow dirt covered road that was only big enough for one wagon to pass by.

"You're the best rider in all the land," Layne replied with a smile as he finally caught up with the King. The two then set out on their short journey to Kelvin Tower, passing through large forests and lush valleys. Along the way they passed through a couple of Villages where peasants would wave and cheer as the King approached, then like in the castle they would spit on the ground he passed on. This was largely due to the fact that King Arren was a well know asshole, yet he was strong, handsome and had money so others fell in line behind him. He also didn't win any points with his people after beheading his third wife and taking the current Queen, who was only nineteen, to be his new bride. The fact that she was best friends with the Princess only muddled things more, as the people actually loved his daughter and wished the she was on the throne.

Yet, the Kingdom would be saddled with Arren until his hubris caught up with him, and freed the people from his harsh reign.

It was in the spirit of keeping his throne that King Arren was seeking out the Wizard Ty. Dreams had recently plagued him of a young redheaded woman, and although the girl was alluring, she was also the harbinger of the end of his reign. He was hoping that the Wizard would be able to rid him of the dreams, and of any bill omens they foretold.

"Here we are, my King," Layne said as Kelvin Tower came into view. It was an old tower that stretched maybe four hundred feet into the air. The roof was a large black cone that seemed to be reflecting sunlight away, while small metal rods poked and jutted out at odd angles. It seemed as if a strong breeze might topple the tower down at any second, but both Arren and Layne understood that it was more than wood and stone keeping the tower up.

As they approached the front doors of the tower, King Arren slid off of his horse and stretched his arms. The sun was still high in the sky, so he knew that he had some time to talk this Wizard into helping him. "I will go in alone, Sir Layne," the King said as he approached the large wooden door at the base of the tower, "so stay here and tend to the horses."

"As you say, my King," Layne said with a nod before getting off of his own horse.

The King returned the nod and slowly opened the door. Inside was a small room that was lined with bookshelves and cupboards. Candles were lit and hung on the wall a few feet apart, and as he closed the doors the flames flickered for a moment before returning to normal. A single set of stairs started up and the opposite side of the room, but a sign that read "Please Wait" hung in mid air beside them. The King walked up to the wooden sign and touched it with his finger, and it gave slightly before snapping back to where it was.

"Gods," Arren whispered as he had never seen magic like that up close before. Not wanting to upset the Wizard, King Arren paced around the room and looked at the assorted books and baubles lying about. Many of the books had titles written in languages that he could not understand. One that stood out to him was a book with a large throne made up of swords pictured on the cover, but he could not make out what the title was...

Minutes passed as the King curiously looked around, and then something funny happened. The King, who had circled the small room at least a dozen times, came upon a mirror that was hanging on the wall. He hadn't noticed it as he walked around before, but there it was plain as day hanging with two candles on each side. The mirror was the cleanest he had ever seen, with fine gold work around the edges and diamonds encrusted at each end.

He looked into the mirror and saw his reflection looking back at him. Even though he was weeks away from his fiftieth birthday, the king still looked rather striking. His brown hair was kept short with some gray around his temples. There was no beard or mustache on his face, as he thought that only aged him, and his brown eyes were large and imposing. It was a nice ritual he did daily, admiring his own good looks, only right now he felt a bit off about it as he began to see someone else looking back at him.

The red headed young woman from his dreams.

She was looking out at him with a large smile. She was wearing a dress like Marian was wearing earlier, only this girls tits were practically non existant. Still, there was an alure about her that the King could not deny, and as she began to lick her lips the King felt himself becoming hard. One of her hands had freed a small tit and was slowly rubbing it as the other hand explored her lower regions. Arren was both enthralled and terrified by what he was seeing, and in a flash the mirror was gone.

And so was King Arren.

A few minutes before the King found the mirror, the Wizard Ty was looking through some books at the top of Kelvin Tower. He had noticed that two people had arrived outside his tower, and he assumed it was the repugnant King Arren and some sort of advisor. Although Ty lived in the Kingdom of Adanac where King Arren was ruler, as a Wizard he lived outside of the law. Not that Ty was a bad man by any means when compared to other Wizards, he just liked being on his own and not dealing with people in general.

only now he had to deal with people, and one was a well known asshole at that. He did not know why the King had requested an audience, but he really didn't care either. The King probably had some boils on his Royal cock that needed to be dealt with, and Ty would take care of is if enough gold coins were presented.

But he would make the King wait, by Gods, because he was a Wizard, and it was within his power to make the King wait for a while.

"Fine," Ty said with a huff as he heard a disturbance downstairs, "I'm coming!" He opened the door in his room and walked down the long flight of stairs that were outside of it. Ty thought of what possibly could have happened in the small waiting room at the bottom of his tower, and figured that the King had pulled a bookshelf down onto himself. "Wouldn't be shocked," Ty whispered under his breath as he rounded the corner and came in view of the waiting room. His waiting sign hung silently by the stairs still with no bookcase on the ground, but a young woman was sitting in the middle of the room in a somewhat fancy dress looking around at nothing in particular.

"Excuse me, but why are you sitting in the middle of the room when there are a lot of chairs about," Ty said with a flare that caused the woman in the middle of the room to look at him. "You must be an envoy of the King, am I right?"

The young woman thought for a moment, and saw no reason why that shouldn't be the case. "Yes, I am." She said pleasantly as she got up on her feet and brushed the dust off of her brown dress. "I am the King's envoy," she said again as her red hair fell into her face.

"How did such a..." Ty was going to say plain and poor looking girl, but thought it would be too harsh, even for him, "...woman like you end up as the King's envoy."

"I don't know," she said as she looked around the room again, "it just happened."

Ty couldn't help but laugh at the young woman before him. He didn't leave the tower much anymore, save for some excursions to Red Rock, and found this young woman a breath of fresh air. "You don't seem to care that I'm a Wizard," Ty said with a laugh, "and I like that. Now, what's your name, my dear? I bet it's something incredibly common like Polly or Lilly."

"Polly," the girl said as it was the first name she heard. "It's Polly, Sir."

"Well, I certainly don't mind being called Sir, but you can just call me Master Supreme Wizard of the Fourth Circle..." She looked at him with a face that didn't seemed to either be impressed by the title or found a little funny, as he did. "You can call me Ty." He made a little bow to her and she responded by giving a little curtsy. "Now, why don't we go upstairs and we can talk about this King of yours," Ty said as he motioned for Polly to go up the stairs, which she did after nodding slightly.

As he followed her up the stairs he noted the way that she carried herself. She didn't walk like a lady, yet she didn't walk like a peasant girl either. The way with which she moved was foreign to Ty, and he considered himself to be an expert on the way women used their bodies. "Here we are," he said as he opened the door to the top of the tower, "my magical chambers."

Polly walked in not looking too impressed, and Ty sighed to himself. He was beginning to wish that he had taken some lessons in Leglilimency so he could read her thoughts, but he was busy chasing girls around the Wizarding school that semester.

"So," Ty said as he sat in a big red velvet chair and motioned for Polly to sit nearby in one identical to it, "is this your first time talking with a Wizard?"

"I don't think so," Polly said as she looked around the room. Books were stacked high against any wall that was flat, while shelves held all sorts of bottles containing Gods know what. A large bed sat off to one side that looked like it didn't get much use, and in a dark corner a cauldron sat over a lit fire with green smoke floating away through a window.

"Why do you talk in riddles, Polly?"

"I'm sorry," Polly said as she looked down at herself, "but I'm trying to figure that out too."

Ty laughed at the comment and clapped his hands. "Gods, you are something else, Polly. So, before we begin do you have any questions for me."

She looked at him for a moment like she could see through him, and she wondered how this main with bold features and nicely cut grey hair was a Wizard. "How... I mean, you...

"Don't look like most wizards," Ty said as he made a motion with his hand and was suddenly wearing a robe and sporting a beard like a typical Wizard would. "It's just a little overdone, so I simply prefer to wear a nice pair of jeans and t-shirt. I know that I won't turn many heads wearing this, but it's comfortable around the tower."

Polly looked at him with the same confused look on her face. "What are jeans?"

"Oh, right," Ty whispered, "you haven't seen any before. Well, I'm a bit of a fan of fashion, so I take a peek into different times and dimensions to see what's what. In my favorite time to visit, most everyone wears leggings that are made of denim. They fit well, and are incredibly comfortable. Here, let me give you a pair," Ty said as he waved his hand and suddenly Polly was wearing a pair of faded jeans with light distressing on them, and a blouse that resembled the dress she was previously wearing.

"These have holes in them," Polly said with a bit of disappointment.

"That's the style, my dear Polly, but enough about trans dimensional fashion, it's time you tell me about why you're here."

Polly looked over herself a bit longer before speaking. "I'm here because the King wanted to be here."

"There are those riddles again," Ty said with a slight chuckle, "so start with telling me about your King, Polly."

"Well," she said as thoughts rumbled about her head. She could picture the King, but everything was mixed up about him. She saw flashes of him hitting servants, fighting battles and making love to dozens of different young maidens. "Gods, he certainly fucked a lot of girls," Polly said off handedly.

Ty would have spit out a gush of wine at the comment, but sadly he wasn't currently drinking so he just laughed. "Gods! When you don't speak in riddles you get right to the fucking point, don't you!?"

"Well, it's true," Polly said demurely as she thought about all the girls the King had been with.

"And what about you, dear sweet Polly, do you fancy your King?"

Thoughts entered her mind that seemed to come unannounced and from a place Polly didn't recognize. She knew the King was a handsome man, in fact he was probably the most handsome man in the Kingdom and could have any girl he desired. She didn't know how she knew this, or if it was even true, but she certainly felt that way. "I would be so lucky to be with the King," Polly said quietly as Ty continued to laugh, "but he wouldn't have me."

Ty laughed for a moment longer before realizing what she had said. "And why is that?"

She looked down at herself and saw a body that was not what the King would desire at all. She was skinny and flat chested, and the king liked his girls perky and busty. "The king likes a certain kind of girl, and I'm not her."

"You are fascinating Polly. Surely the King must think highly of you to send you here to talk with me."

"The King does trust me," she knew somehow that he trusted her more than anyone, "but this body is not for him."

Ty looked at his young guest and decided that he would help her, in his own mischievous way. Sure, he had missed the classes that taught how to read minds and brew potions, but he paid great attention tin the transformation classes. "What if I told you that I could give you the body your King desired.

Polly felt a vanity rise up in her that could not be denied. "I want to look perfect for my King," Polly said without any hesitation.

"Well then, maybe we could have a bit of fun before we start talking diplomacy, shall we?" Ty waved his hand and the windows in the room all closed while candles sprung to life all around them. Polly looked around the room with wonder in her eyes, and then she heard Ty snap his fingers. "So, what kind of woman does the mighty King Arren desire?"

Polly saw flashes of different women in her head, and one feature immediately stood out. "Well, he certainly enjoys tits, sir."

"Oh, does he," Ty laughed figuring the King would be as basic as that. "And how does he like his tits, Polly?"

"Well, he certainly likes them big and perky, but prefers them to have tiny nipples," Polly said as she giggled at the naughty things coming out of her mouth. Ty on the other hand was feeling something else, a sense that he was missing something. He prided himself on being the smartest man in any room that he entered, yet this young woman was throwing him for a loop. How could she possibly know that the King prefers small nipples on women? Is that something he often spoke to his envoy about?

He shook his head and chalked it up to the inevitable gossip that must swarm around a King's Castle.

"How about these?" Ty said with a wave of his hand. Suddenly Polly's chest began to swell and press against her blouse. She could see two large globes pressing all of their might against the fabric, and for a moment she thought the top would split in twain... but it held firm.

"Good Gods!" Polly cheered as she saw her new tits, "They're enormous!"

"And just how the King likes them?"

"Oh Gods, he would bury his face in these tits in a heartbeat!" She was very proud of her new breasts, but then she thought that other girls in the kingdom had tits her size as well. "Well, he would certainly like them, but there would have to be more."

"Oh?" Ty asked with a little chuckle, "And I'm guessing that would be a little more junk in the trunk?" A wave of his hand made Polly jump out of her chair as her posterior began to swell up.

"What junk... Gods! My bottom! Keep going!" It swelled in her jeans while her waist shrunk ever so slightly before she was testing the limit of how big an ass those jeans could support. "Oh my! It's so plump! The King would..." She was going to say something rather risque, but thought it wasn't something she should say in the presence of a Wizard.

"What? Go ahead and say it," he said with a laugh, "I'm sure the King likes a naughty girl."

Polly heard what Ty had said and she knew that he was right. The King certainly did like them naughty, and she was as naughty as they came. "It's so plump that the King would beg to burry his big cock between my cheeks!" She let out a sinful giggle when she finished speaking.

For the second time that day, Ty wished that he was drinking wine so he could perform a beautiful spit take. "Gods! That is naughty!" He said with a clap of his hands while Polly shook her head in the affirmative and bit her bottom lip. "Well, now... The King would surely love that body now," he said with another wave of his hand which caused strange music to fill the room, "so let's have a better look at it."

"What do you mean, Sir?"

"Perhaps," Ty prodded, "a little striptease is in order? You know, when you move your body to the music in an attempt to seduce your lover whilst removing your clothing?"

"Oh, okay" Polly said with a shrug as her hips began to move with the strange beat. Sensual movements suddenly came to mind, and she began to shake her hips in a circular motion as she raised her hands in the air.  For a moment she thought this would cause her top to burst, but her new tits stayed hidden... at least for athe moment. After a little spin she reached her hands over to either side and pulled the blouse over her head, allowing her perky new tits to bounce freely on her chest.

"Oh my Gods," she said with a giggle as she bounced on her heels making her tits jiggle enticingly. Ty said nothing from his chair as he watched the young woman continue to move around the room. She arched her back and made her red hair flip around her head before getting on her knees and shaking her plump bottom in the air. Slowly her hand pulled down the jeans until they were at her knees. She was wearing a tiny white thong that she looked at for a moment with some confusion before continuing.

"Very nice," Ty said as she kicked the pair of jeans off and walked towards him. She was certainly a beauty that would challenge the Queen in the looks department, but as Ty watched her dance around the room in just a thong that feeling of missing something came back to him. It was fun to toy with young women like this, in fact he considered it a favorite past time of his, but this young Polly had changed drastically and had asked for it. He thought back and wondered if he had led her with any questions, but he had played this game before and had girls make only minor changes.

It was putting him off, and he clapped his hands to end it.

"What?" A startled Polly asked as she found herself sitting back in the red velvet chair with the windows letting in copious amounts of sunshine. She also found that she was wearing a strange garment that had little white straps that went over her shoulder while only covering the top half of her newly blossomed breasts. Around her loin was a pink piece of fabric with some pockets that barely covered her ass.

"You're wearing a tank top and some shorts," Ty said as if she knew what that meant, "and now we should talk some business, don't you think?"

"Yes," Polly said, not wanting to argue with the Wizard.

"Then let's talk about my price, shall we?"

Polly suddenly had a vivid thought of a bag she saw earlier in the day, but she couldn't quite picture where she saw it. The sound of gold coins jingling filled her mind, and she knew what that implied. "There is a bag with a thousand gold pieces to use in acquiring your help."

Ty nearly fell to the floor at the mention of so much money, but he gathered his wits and continued on. "So, why does the King seek me out?"

Polly thought about what Ty had asked, but she found it hard to remember why the King wanted him. She tried to picture the King telling her what to do, but nothing came to mind. Instead, she began to feel why the King wanted to meet him, and some semblance of a thought came out of all of the mess. "He believes he's being targeted from within the Castle. He thinks someone poisoning is mind with ill omens."

"Well, that is something," Ty said as he tapped his fingers on the chair. It was a fairly well known fact that King Arren was despised among his own people, and it wouldn't be a surprise if at least a dozen factions within the Kingdom of Adanac were plotting his demise. But someone within his own inner circle? That indeed would be a surprise. "Does the King know of any specific plot against him?"

"No," Polly said as she struggled to remember more details, but they seemed to be slipping away. There were visions of a red haired woman, but that was just her. "I guess he's been keeping himself busy with a lot of girls recently," she said as another memory about the Queen came up.

"Right, because most girls he wants to be with only want to fuck instead of talking secrets and overthrowing Kingdoms," Ty said with a sigh as he tried to think of who would want to do in the King from within.

"Yeah, those girls only want to fuck," Polly said absent mindedly as thoughts of the King seemed to be pulled out of her. There was something there a moment ago about the Queen that seemed really important, but Polly had other things on her mind now.

"I would dare say that the Queen would be an obvious choice, but if the King died of unnatural means the Crown would go to his daughter..." He was standing up now and walking around the room as he threw out ideas. "Then again, if the Queen found a way for the King to be taken out by an outside party, she could rally the Kingdom behind her and take the throne."

"Gods, can't we stop talking about the King and his Kingdom now," Polly said with a groan as she got out her chair and slinked over to Ty. "I can think of a way to better spend our time together," she added while folding her arms in front of her and pushing out her breasts.

"What's all this then?" Ty asked with some exasperation, "You don't care for the King anymore?"

She was just wanting to play with him Ty a little, possibly wrapping her big tits around that cock of his, but she was never going to stop caring for the King... Or was she? Maybe Ty was right about the King, and she should stop caring for him like she did. It felt like a very odd thing to do, but it also felt right at that moment.

"Of course I don't care for that old fart," Polly said with a wicked grin. Thoughts of all of the King's deepest insecurities rushed into her mind, and one in particular stood out to her. "Do you know that he once practiced open mouth kissing with a horse in the stable? Some servants caught him doing it and his father had to have them beheaded in fear of anyone finding out!" She was laughing hard now, but Ty wasn't.

"Gods, how can you possibly know that?"

"He told me!" Polly said with a smile that showed she was lying. "So can we maybe..."

"You're breaking my train of thought, so why don't you go play with yourself in the corner," Ty said in a dismissive tone and a wave of his hand. Polly felt a sudden shift on her skin and found that she was wearing a white garment that covered strategic places of her body while exposing everything else. She loved the way it felt on her skin, and thought that maybe she would feel better if she played with her self a bit.

So as Ty walked around his chamber looking through books of every size, Polly sat down in a big brown chair and slowly moved her hands over her body. Each touch felt so strange to her, as if this was the first time she had ever tweaked her nipples or traced the outline of her feminine mound. A gasp escaped her lips as she slipped one of her fingers past the silky white fabric and into her moist slit. Electricity shot across her body as she plunged the finger deeper inside. It felt like her entire body was being caressed, and soon an additional finger found it's way in.

"Oh Gods!" Polly shouted into the room as a sheen of sweat covered her body. As she worked her two fingers in and out of her folds, her other hand had freed her tits from their little coverings and had begun to massage them like she never had before.

And as she thought of why she had never done something like this before, a wave of pleasure spread through her body like wildfire. "Oh my fucking Gods!" She yelled as her pussy squeezed against her fingers. "Oh! Oh! Oh yeah!"

She rode the feeling as long as she could before she began to work her fingers again. They were now sopping wet, and it allowed for a third friend to join the fray. "Holy shit!" She exclaimed in ecstasy as she pinched her nipples while also rubbing her clit. This caused another tidal wave of electricity to flow over her body.

"Ohhhhhh! Fuck! Oh, fuck yeah! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhhhh fuck yes!"

"Gods! Enough of that!" Ty yelled from across the room and Polly just looked at him and smiled.

"You said I should..."

"Gods... And do you do everything that you're told?" Ty asked as he slammed a book on a table.

"Why not?" She said with a wicked grin before laughing.

Ty found her laughter to be infectious, and soon joined in. There was really no reason to be mad at her as he had planted the idea in her head. In fact, he had enjoyed her show quite a bit. "Here, I want you to see this," he added as she watched his hand go up in the air and found that she was wearing something totally different now.

A black skin tight piece of fabric was wrapped around her body causing her tits to look even more alluring than before due to the amount of skin it showed off in her midriff. She also found that is shaped her bottom nicely and showed off her long legs that she had just noticed for the first time. As she walked over to Ty she found her feet were making weird clicking sounds and saw that she was wearing some sort of sandal with large thin pieces of wood attached at the heel.

"So what is it you want me to see," Polly said as she draped one arm on Ty and looked over his shoulder.

Ty tried to fight off her advances, but he was toying with her as much as she was now toying with him. He had purposefully put her in a club dress just to see how her new curves would hold up, and he was not disappointed. "That Queen of yours comes from a very old family. I'm trying to find anything about them, but they kept their affairs quiet for hundreds of years."

"Gods, who cares," Polly said as she began to rub her tits up and down his back. "Why does any of this really matter?"

Ty could feel himself becoming aroused, but tried to keep his thoughts focused. "It's important because I think that your Queen is the one who is looking to dethrone the King. I won't know more until I learn more about her family... What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Polly said playfully.

"Your hand is rubbing my ass, Polly."

"Oh, is it?" Polly asked with another laugh.

"You're King is paying me enough Gold to make it to where I never have to deal with anything like this again for a hundred years, and that sounds pretty fucking great to me," Ty said as she continued to rub his ass. "And your hand on my ass is only going to make other things happen that will complicate me getting that bag of gold."

"Oh? Like what kind of things?"

Ty finally broke and turned and kissed her hard on the mouth. "This kind of thing," he said before waving his hand and causing both of their clothing to disappear. They continued to kiss and embrace each other as they walked over to the bed in the corner, only falling once over a pile of books. "Gods you are so soft," Ty muttered as he felt her tits.

"Thanks to you," Polly said as she landed on her back with a laugh and pulled him down on top of her. "Yes! Touch me!" She screamed as he began to finger her moist slit. "Yes! Your fingers feel so good! Oh! Keep that up!" He was licking her large tits and sucking on her nipples. He had to admit that her tiny nipples were actually rather cute on her large tits, and he'd have to thank the King for giving him the idea.

"Get on your back," Polly said with a huff as she pushed him off of her.

"What are you... Oh, Gods!" Ty shouted as Polly pulled her red hair to the side and began to suck on his cock. "Gods, that's so good!!! How are you doing that with your tongue!?"

Polly thought of how she was so good at sucking cock, then she remembered that just that morning she had... No, the memory was gone right as it was becoming clear. She shook off the strange feeling and focused again on sucking rigid cock in front of her.

"Yes! Oh, Gods yes!" Ty yelled as if it were the first time a woman had ever gone down on him. It wasn't, of course, but Polly certainly knew how to please a man. "Gods! I'm cumming!" He warned her as a courtesy, but she clamped down on his cock and took every last drop that exploded from him. "Oh, fuck!" Ty yelled as she swallowed his entire offering.

"Mmmm," she said as she licked her lips, "I've never tasted a Wizard before."

"And?"

"Sweet like honey," she said as she brought her naked body up against his.

"That's a little trick we Wizards use, much like this one," he said with a snap of his fingers and she watched in awe as his cock magically sprung back to life.

"That's a neat trick," Polly said with grin as she moved her body over his and got up on her knees, "but let me show you a trick of my own." She quickly lowered her hips down in one quick motion, swallowing up his cock and taking him balls deep.

"Gods!" Ty gasped at the suddenness of it all. Polly continued to move up and down on his cock while rocking back and forth, a technique that Ty had never witnessed but was quickly learning to enjoy. "How did you learn to move like that?"
"Oooooh! I just know where I want you to be inside of me, and I make it... OH! I make it happen!" Her tits were bouncing in his face, and he couldn't resist the urge to reach up and grab them both. "Oh, yes! Touch my titties! Play with them!"

"They're perfect," Ty moaned as he felt another orgasm building. "I'm about to cum again!"

Just like earlier, Polly heard the warning but chose to keep riding him like a bucking bronco. "Yes! I'm cumming too! Cum with me! Cum with meeeee!!!" She leaned down and held him close as she gripped his cock as tightly as she could as she spasmed with pleasure. Ty exploded deep inside of her, and the feeling of her gripping him was the best sensation he had ever felt.

And he had felt very good many times before.

"Here," Polly said as she slid her sweat covered body slowly down his until her tits were near his flaccid cock, "let me show you how I perform my other trick." Her two breasts were suddenly wrapped around his cock, and he felt like shoot back into him like a lightening bolt. Moments later she was giving him a world class titty fuck that caused him to explode all over again. She remembered how much she enjoyed it last time and was able to move her mouth down and capture it all again as a big smile crossed her face.

"I could get addicted to this," she said as she licked her lips with delight.

They then sat together on the bed for a moment longer as they both struggled to catch their breath. Ty thought of all of the times he had been with a woman, yet had never experienced anything like that before. Polly, on the other hand, could not recall a time when she had ever been with a man, yet she was certain that this was not the first time that she had fucked like that.

"You," Ty finally said as he broke the silence, "are something special, Polly... Gods, I never asked what your last name was." He looked over at Polly who just smiled and shrugged. "I guess I'm asking what your family name is now?"

"I don't think I have one right now," Polly said with another shrug, and Ty couldn't help but laugh again.

"There are those riddles again," he added before leaning over and kissing her neck.

"Can I ask you something?" Polly asked as she rolled her neck allowing him better access, yet at the same time she felt a fog lifting from her mind that led to her question.

"Of course."

"If you were the Queen, how would you overthrow the King?"

Ty chuckled at the thought."That's a good question, " he said between kisses, "but I guess I would lure him out somewhere private with only one witness, who was on my payroll of course, and do away with him. Then the witness would say that it was any number of people who wanted the King dead, and the people would rally behind a Queen who would hunt down those responsible." It was probably a bad thing that he could think up all of that on the fly so easily, but that was just the kind of mind he had.

"Could that someone be a Wizard?" Polly asked matter-of-factly, and Ty froze. That would make all the sense in the world, since most people are wary of Wizards in the first place. All the Queen would have to do is have the King led to the Tower where...

"Oh Gods..." Ty whispered as he looked at the redheaded beauty laying beside him. In one quick motion he was on his feet and pacing around the room as he waved his hand before magically being clothed again.

"What is it?" Polly asked as she also got to her feet.

"What is your last name!?" Ty asked as he thought about everything Polly had said while she had been with him: Mentions of incredibly specific facts and pinpoint wants and desires she had no business knowing.

"Why are you shouting?" Polly asked with a hurt emotion on her face.

"What is your family name? Where were you born? What did you have for breakfast this morning?" Ty asked her as he once again clothed her, only this time she was wearing a small pair of khaki shorts and a red bikini top. "Where do you live? What's your mum's name?"

"I... I don't know..." She said as she racked her brain to remember anything he was asking.

"You don't know, dear Polly, because you are not really Polly. You're name is Arren and you are the King of Adanac..."

"That's impossible," Polly whispered as flashes of the King looking into a mirror pierced her every thought.

Ty walked up to her and gently took her by the shoulders. "You are the King, and the Queen has sent you here to..."

"Open the door Wizard!!!" The two turned and looked at the door and heard a loud banging. "We know what you've done to the King, Wizard!"

"Fuck!" Ty said under his breath as he motioned for a large bookcase to fall against the door. He quickly rushed over to a window that overlooked the front of his tower and was not at all surprised to see the entirety of the Kings Shieldmen armed for battle. "Sorry Polly, but you're definitely the King."

"But I don't want to be a King! I just want to be with you so we can fuck like that whenever we want!" She rushed over to his side and held him.

"I too look forward to our next rut, but we can't do this right now," Ty whispered as he slowly raised his hand and felt her head. He then began to mumble quietly as stood in confused silence.

"What... What the fuck are you doing?" She asked impatiently.

"Open up now and we will spare your life!" The pounding on the door was getting louder and Ty knew that they were running out of time.

"Fuck!" Ty yelled as he stepped away from Polly.

"What? What is it?"

"It's a different type of Magic, Polly... The magic that transformed you into a woman is not something that I can undo! It's an old spell that was triggered when you came into contact with any other magic. They knew that the moment you stepped into this tower that you would transform, and there was nothing I could do about it."

"Good!" Polly said as he clapped while jumping up and down. Ty watched as her large bikini covered breasts bounced with each jump, then shook his head and focused.

"No, that's not good. Soon the King's men, you're men, are going to bust through that door and drive a sword through my chest before locking you up in a prison somewhere. Then your wife will take the throne and leave you to rot for the rest of your life."

"She's not my wife!" Polly said as she buried her face in her hands. This was all too much for her to take in, and she felt as if she was breaking in two. Part of her  could understood that she was once King Arren, but she still didn't want to believe it. She wanted to spend her days pleasing Ty in any way she wished. He had given her this body, and she was going to spend the rest of her days using it for his pleasure.

"I'm sorry," Ty said quickly as he motioned his hand in front of Polly and yelled "Yex!"

Polly's eyes seemed to gloss over for a moment before she blinked a few times and then furrowed her brow. "You fucking son of a goat! How dare you do this to me! I'm the fucking King of..."

"I don't give a flying pig what you were, because your wife has fucked us both," Ty said as he walked over to a window and looked down.

"Fucked us both!? No, you were the one who just got done fucking... Gods! You fucked me, you little twat!" She was coming at him fast with balled fists, but he simply raised a hand and she stopped in place.

"I only need you here right now to know if there is anyone inside the Kingdom you trust with your life?" Ty said as he grabbed a bag before gathering up a few items.

"Open the fucking door Wizard!!!"

"You want to talk to me as if you haven't transformed me into some wanton whore before having your way with me! I demand you open that door and allow my men in!"

"Your wife did this to you and surely has your men in her command. Please do try and keep up," was the reply as he grabbed some small vials off a shelf and placed them in the bag. "Now answer the fucking question!"

Arren looked frightened for a moment as she worked out everything the Wizard had said, and it all added up. "That fucking whore! I'll have her head for this!"

"I bet you will, but please answer the Gods damned question!"

Arren thought about who he could trust in the Kingdom, and only one name came to mind. "Rodoh," Arren whispered.

"Hodor?" Ty asked incredulously, wondering how on earth the King would know about him.

"No! Rodoh... my younger brother. He owns a small Inn near Rockwell."

Ty shook his head and sighed. "The only person you trust is five days journey from here!? You've got to make more friends, my King," he said with a laugh as he one last item from under his bed and packed it away. "Now we're going to go on a little trip, and the only reason I'm taking you is because you are the only one who can clear my name and save Polly."

"Polly!? I don't fucking care what happens to that cunt! Don't you fucking think for a second..."

"YEX!"

Her eyes watered slightly as everything sort of slowed and came back into focus. "Master!" Polly yelled as she ran to him and pressed her body against his.

"Whoa, none of that Master business," Ty said as he grabbed Polly by the arm and led her to the window. The door behind them was biggening to shatter, and it was only a matter of time before the room was flooded with armed soldiers.

"What happened!? Where was I just now..."

"I'll explain it all to you, but right now I need you to jump out of the window," Ty said as he motioned for her to jump.

"You've got to be joking, we're..." Suddenly the door splintered into pieces as the bookcase lurched forward. Ty was able to see the tip of one sword as he pushed Polly out the window before lunging out himself.

As they fell through the air he thought of what would come next, that is if the sudden stop at the end of the fall didn't kill them both...

Continue to Part 2.1