I woke up next to the peasant the next day, sure it was one of the warmest nights I have spent since being
captive, but he certainly didn't know what a bath was. Once freed from the night spell that bind us to bed I
was sure to correct it. "It's freezing!" complained, certainly his equipment showed that in did it was cold.
Mercifully I could convince Morgana to give him some clothes. Humble ones like mine, but at least he was
dressed. I tried to enquire Olaf of his motives to become the servant of the witch by their own device. But
luckily for him, we were cut off when his advertisement paid up sooner than we expected. And it did in spades
for he had managed to entangle non other than a most famous adventurer and hero.
With a built up frame, blond almost white hair. With his famous fulminant blade, and wooden owl companion. My
I grinned, for if but a speck of his legend was true then he would be able to submit the witch. But my
exciment was little when compared to Morgana when she came to us holding her new mirror.
"Oh by all the powers! I can't believe I have actually lured HIM here." said Morgana.
"I thought you said you didn't wanted sons of kings and whatnot. I mean his exploits are famous..." I was
curious.
"Why child, I couldn't care less of a rat's ass about his exploits as a wandering hero I believe he fashion
himself." meanwhile Jack unsheathed his famous blade and with a fierce slash destroyed the front door. "And as
little fact most often ignored he is actually a prince."
"A prince? Did some princess actually allure him into marriage?" asked Olaf, obviously also in the dark.
"What? No! I mean he is pure blue blood. He is the son of an enemy of mine, the fabled Snow Queen."
"The Bringer of Winter." I was surprised to learn that such renown hero was the son of the vile Mistress of
Winter.
"Mistress I can't help but notice that the man is just in the next room." said somewhat nervously Olaf.
"What? Oh yes! Don't worry the door is enchanted I will take him a while to break through in the mean time..."
said regaining some composure.
-o-o-o-
Blasting through the last door, appeared Jack Frost, with his wooden companion on though. "Morgana I come to
free the princess, from her captivity! That's assuming she wants to be rescued."
"Do you even have to ask?"
"As a matter of fact I do. When you dedicate to being a hero like myself, you often find that some captives
weren't captives at all, or that actually had been freed." explained Jack.
"Taketh not a step furthereth, oh most reviled enemy, for I Morgana shall end thy fate." spoke the witch.
But Jack didn't replied he simply swung the sword, in her direction vaporizing her. The shackle of the
princess magically undid. "My hero!" she said planting a kiss on his cheek. He carried her away.
-0-0-0-
The keep appeared empty, but just because of one of the glamour of Morgana, as soon as Jack had left. I became
visible and could talk again, and she came downstairs. "My that was easy. For such an experienced hero,
vanquishing a light construct believing it was me."
"But you left him go. With Olaf posing as me, why?"
"Jack is the son of the Snow Queen, as he is he has a great resistance against magic. But every armor has a
chink."
-0-0-0-
On the way to Sarah's kingdom, they stopped at an inn, he insisted in having separate rooms, but later that
night. 'She' came to his room, while he was already shirtless.
"My hero, let me show you gratitude." said the fake Sarah as she undid her dress.
"My princess, that's not necesa-" she kissed him as he forced his way on his pants, caressing his balls. Any
uncertainty he had vanished returning the kiss. His hose quickly discarded, he introduced his pulsing rod on
her. Sucking on her tits as she grabbed his ass, compelling to thrust hader.
The inn keeper was scandalized.
Finally they both lay by each other. "That was amazing." complied Jack. "And we are not done." said 'Sarah'
"I'm afraid, for a while I am."
"There's other ways." 'she' said putting the finger in his arsehole.
"What are you..."
"Shhh!" she whispered. "You have never tried I presumed, but you have not to worry. After all Am I not a
woman?"
"NOT REALLY" thought Morgana caressing herself looking at the whole spectacle with her mirror from within her
quarters.
"Ahh... Ahhhh. uhmmmm..." moaned Jack, obviously enjoying it. Meanwhile a grin appeared in Morgana as she did
a previous spell.
Jack was so enthralled he fail to notice his bedmate's breast retreating into a flat chest, and her hair
growing shorter, and her pussy sprouting forth into a manhood still coated in the seed of the deceived hero.
Olaf pulled his fingers and inserted something slippery, with more girth. "What's that?" asked Jack feeling a
bigger intrusion.
"One more, and spit to lubricate." still with the voice of Sarah he lied and proceeded to fuck the prince
until both climaxed. And while he enjoyed the experience, he also felt the 'shoot' from her fingers.
"What matter of?" he said as he turned around and saw naked Olaf with his member dripping from their combined
fluids. "You dared to befoul me?" He said reaching for the assailant neck. But as he was about to smithe, his
cock sent a wave of pleasure as it erupted load after load of cum all over the room. As he was under such a
blissful attack he failed to notice how his muscles began to fade away, how his height became to decrease, his
mature looks regressed and ears got pointer. He kept shooting away his own self, until he became nothing more
than an little imp. Small enough to fit on a hand.
-0-0-0-0-
I knew what she had done, she was excited to tell me with luxury of detail. A small nagging question formed in
my head, until I finally spit it out. "Why didn't you change into me? Why leaving the fucking to someone else,
I thought that it was the whole point of alluring princes."
"He is an exception. I will not lay, not matter how fulfilling it would be, with the whelp of my enemy. Beside
letting him be fuck by a lowly peasant boy, now that's humiliating, and more my style. By the end of the end
the prince who would bed any woman, will be begging for it."
By supper the next day Olaf returned wearing the clothes of Jack, bringing a small jar containing the reduce
hero. Morgana took the blade and the clothes away (leaving Olaf naked again), no doubt for her doll collection
and whatnot. But she gave the jar to me, before I could retrieve his clothes.
"Well princess, you wanted Jack to come so bad, here he is. His life is your responsibility. He is now a tear
imp." said showing me the small, whimpering, blue, nude creature. "And he will die unless he remains moist at
night."
"You don't mean..." I said, she just replied with a grin.
By later that night a new doll was adorning Morgana collection, and I slept again beside the nude Olaf, with
my former hero nesting for his life inside my lady parts. I'm ashamed to admit that he was most wet that
night.