The Greatest Thirst

Once upon a time in a faraway land, lived an old queen named Isabel. She and her husband, King Alejandro, lived a great life together with their only son, Enrique. Both the King and Queen were quite old and Enrique was poised to take over the throne until a terrible epidemic swept across the kingdom, taking Enrique’s life.
The King was distraught after losing his son and the only heir to his throne. He cried day and night, “Enrique! Why?” but it was in vein. His cries could not bring sweet Enrique back. The King’s advisers told him that it was still possible for him father another child, but not with Isabel. She was certainly too old. So the King reluctantly arranged for Isabel to be executed, allowing him to search for a more fertile wife.
Isabel was kept in a chamber in the highest tower, awaiting her execution when a fairy came to visit her. “Fair Queen Isabel, I have felt your heart grow heavy and it has drawn me to you. What ails you so?” asked the fairy.
“Well, wise fairy, my husband is without an heir and I am far too old to bear one so he will execute me,” said Isabel.
“Too old? One is never to old with a little magic,” said the fairy.
“What do you mean?” asked Isabel.
“I know a spell that will make your womb sufficient for the King’s need.”
“Please cast it, dear fairy.”
“I will, but you must do something for me, Queen Isabel.”
Isabel’s eyes grew wide with excitement. “Anything,” she said.
“Kiss my son,” said the fairy.
“Your son?” asked Isabel.
“Yes. An evil sorcerer put a curse on my son, transforming him into a goat. And as a goat he must remain until he performs a successful French kiss. As you can imagine, it has been extremely difficult to find a willing second party. That is why I need your help.”
“Your situation is dire, fairy. I will do my part to help you if you will help me in return. Where is your son?”
“In a farm out on the countryside. A young stable boy is caring for him.”
“Oh, but how can I help him there when I am trapped in this chamber?”
“My dear Queen, you have so much to learn. With magic, anything is possible. Take my hand.”
Isabel took the fairy’s hand and felt her feet lift off the ground. The room quickly filled with a light so bright that Isabel could no longer see a thing. She closed her eyes for a moment and opened them when she felt the light subsiding. Isabel found herself standing in a stable.
“There he is, just over there,” said the fairy, pointing to a goat tied up in the stall.
“And I just have to kiss him?” asked Isabel.
“That’s right,” replied the fairy. The two approached to the goat. Isabel peered into its deep, dark eyes, searching for a trace of humanity.
“Are you sure this is him?” Isabel asked.
“Yes. Go ahead,” instructed the fairy.
Isabel knelt down to meet the goat at eye level. She moved her face close to the goat’s, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, bracing herself for her hairy target.
“What are you doing here? Who are you?” called a voice from behind Isabel. She whirled around to find a boy, no more than 14, standing in the doorway.
“Is that any way to speak to a queen?” asked the fairy, motioning to Isabel.
“A queen¬—I didn’t know—what would bring a queen to this stable?” The boy asked.
“She is breaking a curse on my son with a kiss. Now please allow her to do what she has come here for.”
“Your son?” asked the stable boy, looking at the goat. “Well OK, just don’t hurt him.”
Isabel faced the goat again. She took a deep breath and lunged forward, meeting the goat in a kiss. Its whiskers were warm with saliva and tasted of hay.
“Use your tongue,” instructed the fairy. “It has to be a French kiss.”
Isabel put her hands on the goat’s face and pried its mouth open, sliding her tongue inside. The rough texture of the goat’s tongue caused her to jerk back at first, but she just imagined her life with Alejandro again and used it as motivation for keeping her face pressed against the goat’s. She twirled her tongue this way and that inside the goat’s mouth, trying her best to ignore the thick hot breath seeping into her own mouth.
“That should do it,” cried the fairy. Isabel pulled back and opened her eyes. As soon as she let go of the goat, it limply fell to the ground. It lay motionless for a moment. Then its body began to contort. Its hooves became feet and its hair became smooth skin. Once the body had completely transformed, there was a young man lying on the ground, breathing lightly, as if asleep.
“Oh it worked!” exclaimed the fairy. “Thank you so much.”
“Is he OK?” asked Isabel.
“Oh yes, he’ll be fine,” said the fairy. “He just needs a few hours to recover.”
Isabel looked at the boy lying peacefully on the ground. “That was amazing,” said the stable boy who was still standing behind them. “The way you kissed it. I would be a lucky man to one day know the passion of a kiss like that.”
Isabel blushed. “Well I think I should probably be going,” she said.
“Of course, let’s get you home,” said the fairy. She put out her hand. Just before taking it, Isabel turned and smiled at the stable boy. Then, in a flash of light, Isabel and the fairy were back in the chamber.
“Drink this potion,” said the fairy, handing Isabel a silver flask. “Drink the whole thing and you are sure to become pregnant.”
“Thank you so much, fairy,” said Isabel.
“No, thank you, Queen Isabel.” And in a flash the fairy was gone.
That night, King Alejandro came to visit Isabel in her chamber. She convinced him to try once more to have a child. She told him that if she did not bear a son, she would allow herself to be executed. The King agreed and planted his seed in Isabel that night, hoping it would grow. And it did! Nine months later, Isabel gave birth to a baby boy. But just as the midwife pulled him out of the Queen, a great hawk swooped through the open window, snatched the baby from the midwife’s hands, and flew out another window—snapping the umbilical cord as it went.
Queen Isabel couldn’t believe her luck. She had magically bore the King his heir only to have it stolen away by a wild raptor! She decided she had to run away to protect herself from execution, so she did. Not knowing where to run, she sought shelter in the stable that the fairy took her to nine months ago. She wondered what would happen to her son. Had the bird fed him to its own spawn? Or was it raising him as one of its own? One day, an unexpected visitor interrupted her ruminations.
“Your majesty! What are you doing here?” Isabel had been discovered by the stable boy.
“Oh, young boy. I’ve once again failed to bear a son so I’ve fled the palace. It’s the only way I can keep my life.”
“Well you’re welcome to stay here as long as you like, my Queen.”
“Thank you,” said Isabel, climbing out of her hiding place beneath a trough and dusting off her gown.
“You’re welcome,” said the boy. “I’ve been thinking about you since we first met, your majesty,” he sheepishly added.
“Call me Isabel,” said the Queen, smiling slightly.
“OK, Isabel,” said the boy nervously. “I’m Felipe. Please, come into the house. A stable is no place for a queen.”
Felipe led Isabel into a small wooden house near the stable. He sat her down at the kitchen table. “Is there anything I can get for you?” asked Felipe.
“I’ll have some wine if you have any,” said Isabel.
“I will check the pantry.” Felipe scurried off into the pantry. He scanned the shelves, but did not see any wine. Felipe heard the door creak behind him. He whirled around and found Isabel standing in the doorway.
“Queen Isabel! I’m sorry to keep you waiting. I’m afraid we don’t have any wine.”
“Well how about some milk?” Isabel dropped her gown to reveal a pair of slightly withered yet shapely breasts. Felipe dared not move. “Don’t be afraid,” said Isabel. She reached out and drew Felipe’s face closer to her bosom. He delicately took her left breast in his hands and closed his mouth around the nipple. The rough skin and fine hairs reminded him of tending to the horses in the stable; the sense of familiarity put him at ease. He began to suck and felt the warm liquid wash over his tongue. He felt exhilarated knowing that it had been many years since anyone else had tasted it. Felipe relished in drinking the sweet nectar of Isabel, nourishing his body thoroughly.
As Felipe was drinking his fill of her mammary fluid, Isabel noticed that Felipe was probably in the midst of puberty. She was aware that, during puberty, both girls and boys produce milk.
“What do you say I have a turn?” asked Isabel. Felipe was perplexed, but allowed Isabel to remove his tunic. Isabel’s dry lips met Felipe’s smooth nipple and began to suck. A rush came over Felipe as he felt the liquid dribbling out of his own teat. Isabel felt Felipe flinch at the newfound sensation, but she was determined to drink his milk. She held his torso firmly and sucked the fluid out of his underdeveloped mammary glands and into her mouth.
Isabel lapped up the milk as it began to flow more freely. It splashed across her tongue, stimulating her pallet. Her thirst was nearly quenched when she was interrupted by a booming voice. “Isabel! What is the meaning of this?”
Isabel’s eyes popped open. She turned around to find out whom the voice belonged to. It was King Alejandro!
“Alejandro! What are you doing here?” asked the Queen.
“I heard you escaped so I tracked you here. And now I find you cavorting with this stableworker!” Alejandro turned his attention to Felipe. “It’s the guillotine for you, boy!”
“No, Alejandro!” Isabel stepped between Alejandro and Felipe, acting as a shield. “I ran away to avoid death. There was no way I would be allowed to live after losing a second son. Felipe has kindly taken me in and I won’t let you hurt him!”
Alejandro’s eyes began to fill with rage when, suddenly, he noticed something. “What’s that above your lip?” he asked Isabel.
Isabel felt the skin above her lip and realized she had a thick, frothy milk mustache. “Oh, it’s just milk. I was thirsty and Felipe—.” She stopped there, but it was too late. Alejandro’s eyes were fixed on the red marks that Isabel’s lips left around Felipe’s nipple.
“That’s his milk isn’t it?” asked the King.
“Alejandro, I can explain!”
“All I ever wanted was to raise a family with you. We had it with Enrique for a while, but then we lost him. I don’t want to lose you, believe me, but I’m a king. And a king needs a prince. We got lucky before, but I don’t think there’s anything in the world that could allow you to bear me a prince. Unless…”
“Unless what?” asked the Queen.
“Forget it,” said the King. “It’s nothing.”
“No, I won’t forget it. I want a family with you as well and if there’s any way we can get it back, I will take it.”
The King took a deep breath. “Well as a young boy, my father told me stories of ancient royal magic. He told me of a magic formula that, when drunk by a king, fills his loins with the most fertile of seed. So much so that he can impregnate any womb, young or old, living or dead. It seemed so silly then, but now it just might help us. That potent potion. That fertile formula.” Alejandro’s eyes locked on Felipe. “The breast milk of a stable boy.”
Alejandro pushed Isabel aside, marched over to Felipe, and seized him by the wrist.
“Alejandro, be gentle,” pleaded Isabel.
“I will be as firm as I need to be.” Alejandro glared at Felipe with his fiery eyes, then his gaze drifted downwards to the boy’s soft hairless chest. Alejandro begun to suck, but the fluids, which Isabel had nearly depleted, were not flowing as freely as before. Alejandro flexed his cheeks as he increased his intensity. Felipe clenched his teeth. The milk now begun to slowly trickle out of his nipple. As soon as Alejandro sensed the moisture on his tongue, he suckled even more intensely. Felipe let out a grunt. He felt as though the King would suck his very heart out of his teat! But Alejandro would not relent. Using his teeth to anchor his mouth on the nipple, he sucked with full force. He was intent on drinking as much magical milk as he could.
When Alejandro finally drank his fill, he loosened his grip on Felipe. Felipe collapsed on the pantry floor. Isabel rushed to his side. “Thank you,” she said. Felipe weakly smiled back with a twinkle in his eye before falling unconscious.
“Did it work?” Isabel asked.
“I’m not sure. I don’t feel different,” said Alejandro.
“I know how we can find out.” Isabel delicately walked towards Alejandro and put her hand on his bearded face. Alejandro took her into his arms and laid her down on the pantry floor. He then got down on the floor himself and lay with her. Isabel conceived a son on the pantry floor, on top of Felipe’s motionless body. This time, the boy survived. Isabel, Alejandro, and the new prince lived happily ever after.

The End.