A king’s son sat next to the love of his life when he received the news about his father being gravely ill. He told his love he wanted to see his father once more before he died, that he had to go. He gave her a ring to remember him by and promised to come back for her.
The son was so sad to see his father die he promised to grant the king one wish: to marry another king’s daughter, someone of his father’s choice. In his distress, the son didn’t think clearly. He promised to carry out his father’s wish only moments before the king shut his eyes for the last time.
As happened in these things, the son wasn’t alone with the king when he made his promise. So, when the time for mourning was over, he had to keep his promise in order to be seen as an honorable man.
He asked the daughter of the other king to marry him. The word spread across the kingdom, which was how his first love heard of his faithlessness. She nearly died of sadness. Her father asked her why she was so sad and said he would give her anything she wanted if only she would heal again.
“I want eleven young women who look exactly like me, who resemble me in face, figure and size.”
Her father set out to find the girls, and he did.
She dressed the eleven girls in huntsmen’s clothes and she herself dressed the same as them. They rode out to the new king’s castle, to the man she still loved so deeply. When they arrived, she begged him to take all of them into his service.
The king looked at her and felt something stir deep in his pants. It appalled him, as he had never before been attracted to another man. But, he was curious too. He wanted to explore these feelings and agreed to take the twelve handsome huntsmen into his service.
The king’s confidant observed the huntsmen and rushed to inform the king they weren’t men, but young women. The king didn’t want to believe him and asked the confidant to prove it.
“Just send them twelve beautiful dresses. Women love beautiful clothes and they will betray themselves when they accept the gift.”
The king ordered the dresses be sent, but a servant who had brought in drinks while the king and his confidant were n conversation warned the huntsmen about this plan. The huntsmen had always been kind to this servant, and he didn’t want them to be harmed by the king or his confidant.
When the dresses were delivered, the main huntsman – the king’s first love – shrugged and said the delivery man must have misunderstood the king.
The king wasn’t happy with his confidant, but the confidant assured the noble men someone must have warned the huntsmen. Neither the king nor the confidant thought about the servant. They made another plan, and again the huntsmen received a warning about it. The plan failed again, leaving the king even more unhappy with his confidant.
“I have another plan,” the confidant told the king when they were walking outside in the gardens. This time, no one overheard them.
The next day, the kind invited the huntsmen to a party. No one ever refused an invitation from the king, and the huntsmen knew they shouldn’t be the first. A week later, they went to the king’s castle, dressed in their best huntsmen suits.
Upon entering the enormous ballroom, they saw only men. The king, his confidant, other people in the king’s service and several other male friends of the king. It surprised them and momentarily left them feeling uneasy, but they straightened their backs and, each with a drink in their hands, engaged in conversation with some of the men. The king’s beloved relaxed, confident she would get through the evening.
Then the doors to the ballroom opened, and in came ten scarcely dressed women. Suddenly, the huntsmen realized they this would turn into one of the king’s sex parties.
The women paraded towards the king and one by one, the king felt their breasts and turned them around to feel their bottoms. The king smacked each woman once, pushing them towards his guests. All the while, the king’s confidant watched the king’s beloved. She tried to look indifferent, but couldn’t keep the blush off her face.
Unthinkingly, she moved her hand to her breast as she watched the king, unable to divert her gaze. She had heard about these parties. The king would get naked first, fuck one of the women, and only then the rest of the men joined in. Each of the women was to be fucked by the king first.
As the king started to unbutton his shirt, his beloved was drawn closer to him. She had totally forgotten about the other people in the room. She only saw the king. He reached for the last button on his shirt the moment she stopped in front of him.
The king felt the same stirring in his pants he did on the day he first met this huntsman. The huntsman pushed his shirt off his shoulders and slowly unbuttoned the king’s trousers. The king reached for the huntsman’s shirt and quickly unbuttoned it, but stopped and stared when he saw breasts instead of a man’s chest.
The huntsman smiled at him, reached behind her head and lowered her hair. The king just stared at her, unable to understand why he hadn’t recognized his beloved.
The moment he turned her around – naked – and fucked her over the table, the other king’s daughter, who he was supposed to marry, barged into the ballroom.
There were naked bodies all over. She shrieked, turned around and ran out of the palace. After a night of fucking and fun – the king and his beloved retreated to his quarters while the rest were still enjoying a fuck-fest – the king declared he would marry his first love.
And they lived happily ever after…
PS: Word had it that the other eleven huntsmen stayed in service of the king and the new queen, and there were more sex parties in the palace than ever before.
Author’s note: I tried my best to corrupt a fairytale. How did I do this? I called up a list of fairytales and then started reading some of them. When I came across The Twelve Huntsmen, I copied the text, pasted it in my writing program and started rewriting – and hopefully corrupting – the story.
Another note: Story was first published in November 2014 and now updated.
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