The woods surrounding the castle were thick and dark, but that didn't stop young Thomas from venturing through them. He had heard tales of the castle's inhabitants, of their beauty and grace, and he was determined to catch a glimpse of them for himself.
As he tiptoed through the underbrush, he heard a rustling nearby. He froze, holding his breath as he pressed himself against a nearby tree. His heart pounded in his chest as he listened, straining his ears to hear any sign of movement.
And then, she appeared. A young woman, dressed in fine silks and velvets, emerged from the bushes. Lady Isabella, the castle's most beautiful and sought-after inhabitant. Thomas's heart skipped a beat as he watched her, his breath hitching in his throat.
But then, disaster struck. Thomas stepped on a twig, the snapping sound echoing through the woods like a gunshot. Isabella's head whipped around, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the area.
And then, she spotted him. Thomas gulped, his face turning red as he was caught in the act. He opened his mouth to speak, to explain himself, but Isabella cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"Spare me the lies, boy," she said, her voice sharp and commanding. "You were spying on me, weren't you?"
Thomas nodded, unable to meet Isabella's gaze. She chuckled, a wicked glint in her eye.
"I should have you punished for this, but I'm feeling generous today," she said. "Come here, boy. Let me teach you a lesson you'll never forget."
Thomas approached her cautiously, unsure of what she had in store for him. Isabella smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"You want to see me, don't you?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Fine, I'll give you a show."
She hiked up her skirt, revealing her bare legs. Thomas's eyes widened as he realized what she was about to do. Isabella started to pee, her golden stream hitting the ground with a satisfying sound.
Thomas watched in awe, his face turning even redder. When she finished, she pulled up her skirt and turned to him.
"There, satisfied?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.
Thomas nodded, unable to speak. Isabella chuckled.
"Good," she said. "Now, as a reward for your...observation, I'll give you something else to remember me by."
She reached out and grabbed Thomas's crotch, causing him to gasp. Isabella started to rub him through his pants, her movements confident and sure.
Thomas moaned, his head falling back. Isabella smirked.
"You like that, don't you?" she asked, her voice dripping with sensuality.
Thomas nodded frantically. Isabella continued to rub him until he reached his climax, his seed spilling onto her hand. She pulled away, wiping her hand on her skirt.
"There, now you can go back to your little village, with a story to tell," she said, her voice filled with amusement.
Thomas stammered his thanks, still in shock over what just happened. Isabella chuckled.
"Don't mention it," she said. "Just remember, if you ever spy on me again, I won't be so forgiving."
She turned and walked away, leaving Thomas alone in the woods, with a handjob he'll never forget.
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