"I think the bumblebees died, Master Adolo", Timur proclaimed, his face one of worry as he stopped in the merchant's shadow. His pale hands held a tube by its balls, the phallic nature of the clay toy still making him rather uneasy. He did not want to touch the veiny shaft... especially since he found out it was formed after the image of his master.
Indeed, the boy seemed to be correct: There was not the faintest humming to be heard.

"Now why did you not open it to check?", Master Adolo asked, taking his cock... the clay toy between his fingers. He struggled with the hatch at the bottom for a moment. Holding it shut once the seal came off, he held his ear close to the hole before breaking into bellied laughter. Heads turned from all over the ship, a good story surely coming if their master was this amused.
"Dead, boy? No, the bumblebees got seasick! They are simply taking a nap to recover! I will take care of them, you did good informing me!"

With that, he sent his apprentice away. Timur scurried below deck - continuing the preparations. Soon, the Shackled Siren would land in the harbor of Garcenia, the capital of a small(but gorgeous) kingdom carrying the same name. As soon as the boy was gone and his sailors had returned to their duties, the merchant wandered over to the railing - and released the dead bumblebees into the sea. "Oh, poor Timur did forget to feed you, did he not? Poor boy, always somewhere else with his little thoughts."
Adolo made a note to buy replacements at the harbor. While Garcenia was quite far from his own home, bees of some sort could surely be found.

Eventually, the Shackled Siren made its way toward a lavish port. White walls, hallmark of Garcenian architecture, gleamed in the sun, and countless statues of philosophers and mages overlooked the city. Above all else throned the palace. Oh, how did Adolo dream of ever seeing the place up close. He had read so much about it in the libraries, the feats it had taken to construct this symbol of prosperity and stability. Unfortunately, he would reside far from those luxuries. A friend of his, a fellow merchant, had rented him a small shop at a harbor market, a seedy one at that as he had to realize once he had arrived. Still, Garcenia promised plenty of coin, their intellectual liberation from prude churches oh so recent. His friend had told him the Garcenian populus was hungry for adventure, for new pleasures, there was coin to be made here for someone like him.

The friend had not been mistaken. After the end of the first day, Adolo had already sold enough merchandise to give poor Timur a trip to a healer, the treasure chests seemingly too full for one person to carry it. Coins spilled all over the floor, and it took the merchant most of the evening to peel them from the cracks and creases of the wooden flooring. It was then, as he knelt on the floor, that a hooded figure entered his store. A young woman with a mousy face, seemingly a merchant, handed him a golden envelope. It carried the symbol of the royal family. Much to Adolo's surprise, there was an invitation inside! The servant left before he could ask any more questions... and the merchant was left with his heart all the way up his throat. Tomorrow, he would get to show the princess his wares! OH, such opportunity... he couldn't let that chance go to waste.

Till deep into the night, Timur and Adolo prepared a wonderful collection. The bees, bought only a day ago, were once more rehomed into a glass, their place in the phallic toy replaced by a purple gemstone. With a whisper from the merchant, the ancient tongue of his people speaking to the soul trapped inside the stone, the toy began to vibrate - much quieter, yet with unrivaled ferocity...

So, that's the prompt! If you want to discuss the finer details, feel free to reach out. I left the princess as vague as possible, so why don't you tell me what our heroine is like? How the invitation is worded could tell us a lot about her, couldn't it? Another icebreaker: What kind of toys is she thinking about, what did she hear about that made her invite him? Just a convoluted way to say that you can tell me plenty about your kinks, really! Oh, and if you have reference ideas/wishes for either character, let me know. And if you want to see what kind of looks I was thinking about, just ask.

Take your time, I am patient!

I tend to write stories as a 3rd-person, personal narrator. Most of the time, I prefer a slower, more relaxed pace, both within the story and on a META level. Visual references can be quite fun and practical in my opinion, at least for outfits and sometimes architecture. Someone on DPP introduced me to the latter (you know who you are). In this intro, I take some control over the actions of your character, but I would obviously never do that in our story, and we can change any and all details of what I constructed below!

Kinks: CMNF, Gentle Maledom, Oral (both ways), Deepthroat, Bodyworship, Toys, BDSM (light bondage, orgasm control), performing, outfit play, recording, romance, making out, athletic men, skinny/fit women, SSC, aftercare, collar/leash), massages, oilplay, anal, interracial

Limits: Toilet play, sweatplay, sounding, petplay, animals, incest, cheating, pubic hair, blood, lactation, impregnation, pregnancy play, footplay (except for massages), deliberately ugly characters, raceplay, DDlg