Well, this was a fine predicament.
He had his torso, but they couldn't remove it from the metal it had been encased in. At least Ilsandra had been able to take it off the wall, but it was awkward to sit and stare at it from across the way.
He was certain that she had tricked him when she said she would return with help to carry both his head and part of his body - because it had been quite some time now, and no one had arrived.
Well shit. At least he was outside again, and she had been nice enough to have wipes off the crystal dome so he could see. Alhazier was just about to start another round of jaunty tunes when he heard the familiar sound of heeled boots on stone - and he could feel his arousal somewhere out there in a cold place.
He hoped it had been sealed in the metal, but if he knew his father (and he did) he probably put it where the prince would least expect. After all, his dick /had/ started a lot of problems in the past. He had stolen the affection of women from other harems, charmed princesses and duchesses promised to others, and used his looks to get his way with the maids of visitors.
There was no way, no how that his prized possession was still attached to the lower-portion of his torso.
When Ilsandra returned, she had a shorter, and just as mesmerizing beautiful woman who had blonde hair and bright blue eyes. They must have been sisters - or at least half sisters. They looked too much alike for it to be coincidence, and their body had similar shapes - except the blonde had a much larger chest.
"Well hello there, lovely woman - I see you followed Ilsa here to me," he greeted with a smile.
"Uhg," Ilsandra let out with disgust.
"You said he was a scoundrel. He seems perfectly nice to me," the newly introduced woman said with a bright sparkle in her eyes that Ilsa's were missing.
"Just you wait," the elder sister muttered and darted her eyes to the disembodied head that was looking up from its case. "Don't do anything stupid, or I'll feed you to the fishes."
"Me? Why I'd never, miss Ilsandra. To take advantage of your charm and grace would be unthinkable," he sounded so innocent.
"Ilsa, are you sure you weren't just...being you? He seems really nice. Oh, I'm Seraphoena. You can just call me Sera - the full name is a little too much for me, you know?" The lovely blonde introduced herself with a perfect smile that showed her two, large fangs.
Ding ding ding - this was the first woman he wanted apart of his collection - and there was no need to make a note of it. A face like Sera's didn't need a reminder. Her jaw was just a little more square just below her pointed ears, but it wasn't too harsh to where it didn't perfectly transition into her softly pointed chin.
Her hair was curly, and he bet it was soft, too. The two purple-painted lips matched the corset she had been wearing with the same kind of pants her sister had on. It was almost like they were wearing matching outfits with different colors. He also enjoyed that she was a little 'thicker' than Ilsa, too - and now he deviously thought of his fingers as they sunk into her pretty hips.
'Pick me up, pick me up, pick me up' he thought childishly as Sera approached him.
"Yesssss" he hissed out in satisfaction as his dream manifested once the young lady picked him up in her tender, soft hands.
"Yes what?" Sera asked innocently with eyes of curiosity to match.
"He's probably just being a pervert." Ilsa grunted as she hoisted up the large metallic shield with Alhazier's body imprinted into it.
"I think you're just grumpy. He seems perfectly nice to me. He needs to be washed, but other than that - he seems like a gentleman," Sera argued and hugged the crystal dome into her chest defensively.
"Aw, you are such a gem - I deeply needed those words, my beautiful Sera. Your sister has been cruel to me," he droned on dramatically.
"Oh that's it. In the ocean. Right now." Ilsandra roared and turned around to grab the box in her sister's hand - but she reared back and shook her head.
"Absolutely not! Ilsa you can't just write off everyone. You never like anybody, so why is he somehow different?" The younger sister pouted, and when she did - Alhazier enjoyed her thick lips as they pursed out.
"I don't dislike everyone," Ilsa corrected indignantly.
"Yes, you do." Sera stayed steadfast and turned her head to the side with a 'hmph' as her sister darted arrows at her.
"Oh this is just the best. I knew you were just a grumpy bumpy," Alhazier chimed in with a ring in his voice.
"You can shut up for the first time today," Ilsa started and pointed at the talking head, and then went on to point at her sister and ordered, "-and you- get him out of here. Why don't you take him onto the ship and give him a scrub since you like him so much. He stinks."
Sera rolled her eyes ( a trait they both shared, he observed) and gave Ilsa a soft 'psh', but she walked away as instructed - so no more was said on the issue.
"You poor thing," the younger sister cooed with a voice much lighter than Ilsa's. It was innocent, and sweet - and he liked that a lot, for there was more there to corrupt. He couldn't wait to start....
"How long have you been in there, Alhazier?"
"Just Azier, please. I was named after my great great great great grandfather, and I rather dislike it. Azier is more my speed. Carefree, fun - not stuffy and traditional," it seemed he forgot her question already as he rambled on for a bit.
Sera giggled and gently reminded him, "I can do that for you, Azier - but that doesn't answer how long you have been down there."
"Huh...I'm not sure. It felt like an eternity and a half. What year is it?" He asked with genuine desire and looked up to her, but only saw the hills of the tops of her breasts and her chin.
"1534," she replied.
"Oh shit - really? If my arithmetic is correct - and it probably isn't - I've been down there for ...err... hundreds of years? My guess is three plus," the prince replied so casually as though the fact was as minimal as the color of the sky.
"My goodness. What kind of curse did you get set in to be immortal like this? Did you charm the wrong woman?" Sera inquired with real interest.
"My dear, I never have met a wrong woman to charm. No, this one I did to myself - sort of. I was just looking for some wine, and I drank a bottle of an elixir that apparently makes one live forever - no matter what. Except, I would argue that if I were disintegrated I'd be free... but I'll ponder on that another day. Today I can see a beautiful view...and the sea is nice, as well." He didn't need a body to be confident - and he didn't feel any shame for his predicament.
It was just another Tuesday.
.....If it was Tuesday? Was it Tuesday?
"You really do have a sweet tongue, don't you?" Sera bubbled out and looked down to him for a brief moment.
"The sweetest. When I get my limbs back, I'll show you my other talents..." he trailed off and hoped she'd fill in the blanks.
"Oh my," she gasped softly. "I may or may not have to take you up on your offer - depending on how sweet your lips continue to speak."
"Then I look forward to tempting you in the future," the smooth prince retorted, and couldn't help but smile - one that grew tremendously larger as they walked on deck to four more sublime ladies each with a different hair color - black, white, brown, and a rich auburn.
This had turned out to be the luckiest day of his life, and suddenly the curse felt more like a blessing.