A/N: Alrighty here's the story:

Did a full map out of each chapter of Olive Branch. I'll tell you now, we're doin' forty chapters on the mark. (39 chaps and and epilogue; no fillers aside from this next one for balance) I'm going to try to keep each chap under 6000 words (Aside from the last), we'll see how that goes xD

But since it's fully planned and has ALL my attention, it's going to start flying onto the web so ya know...keep on your toes xD

Now that you know the length, you can make a decision should you choose to do so on whether or not you read it. Trust me, this thing will get more complex with a bunch of story lines at once. Kyle is not the only character here ;)

Just lettin' ya know :)

Alrighty then, we've circled back to Stan. This is our last kinda-sorta filler. xD

Enjoy~

There are few things that I actually need to do in order to help care for our kingdom. Thomas and Gary make nearly all the decisions in every aspect. Kenny, being our resident charmer, has foreign policy completely under his sweet-talking thumb. As for me, I'm just the combatant.

My job is merely to train our troops for combat and keep our citizens at peace with one another.

I make few decisions on how this land is ran and frankly, I'm quite happy like that.

I look back and forth as I walk the streets of our city and watch women sitting around in front of their houses on little stools, sewing cloths and cleaning off vegetables for their families. I see men in the distance out in the fields, trying desperately to make more of said vegetables rise. You don't get much living off of a land of sand, but we do what we can to survive.

A group of children run in front of me and I nearly trip over a young girl as they chase a dog through the street, screaming in laughter with one another as the boys try to capture it, pretending it's a monster set to destroy our peaceful town.

"Hello, Prince Stanley," a voice calls out. I look over and see a young woman about my age approaching me with a smile across her face. Her long black hair trails down her sides in flowing straight lines, shadowing her curves beautifully. Her chiton is lavender and practically ribbons across her body.

"Hello, Ma'am," I rasp out in a cracked voice before clearing my throat and nodding at her. "And how are you?"

"I'm doing quite well, thank you," she curtsies. "Yourself, your highness?"

"Much better now," I grin, grasping her hand and pecking her skin softly, swallowing some throw up trying to work its way up my throat.

She laughs softly and nods her head. "Why thank you."

"And what is your name, may I ask?"

"Wendy," she smiles brilliantly. "May I ask you a question now?"

"My name is Stanley," I grin back.

She laughs softly, "Well of course it is, Silly. I addressed you as such, did I not?"

I blink before I feel my face burning. "W-well yes, you did," I laugh dumbly. "What's your question?"

"Why are you down here with the commoners?" she asks. "After all, you live in that grand palace..."

"I'm always thankful to be able to break away every now and then," I grin. "See my people, make sure everything is all right with you all."

"Things are wonderful," she smiles still. I lick my lips and nod.

"Are you sure of that?" I ask, stepping forward.

"I believe so," she nods. "Us women are strong as the men go off to fight with you and farm the fields."

"So I see," I nod towards the group of women on stools. I look back to her slowly, "and just who is the lucky man who has you on his arm, Miss Wendy?"

She shakes her head, "No one. No one has piqued my interest."

"I seem to have done that," I raise my brow. "You came to me with no preemptive, did you not?"

She blushes slightly and clears her throat. "W-well...you're a prince...I figured it's only polite to greet the royalty as they walk the streets, is it not?"

I smirk a bit and chuckle. "Well, no one's ever piqued my interest either if it makes you feel any better..." her face drops if only slightly and I laugh a bit more, leaning down towards her ear and whispering, "until now I suppose." I pull back and stare at her as her lips curl upwards a bit. She tucks a strand of raven hair behind her ear and I grin crookedly on her. Her eyes flicker to the side I and I look to see a small home sitting there. "Yours?" I ask looking back at her.

"Mhm," she nods shyly.

"Anyone home?"

"Only me," she says lowly, her hazel eyes glittering mischievously. "Father's out tending fields, he won't be back until sundown." I raise my brow before licking my teeth and grasping her hand, leading her back to the house. I pull her in through the doorway and shut the door behind us. She tugs on my arm a bit towards the back corner through a doorway. "My room," she explains.

I nod before pulling her into my arms and smiling wider on her before turning her around and pushing her up against the wall. I stare at her before slowly pushing our lips together. She returns it, lacing her arms around my neck and standing on her toes. She runs one of her hands through my hair as our lips make gentle smacking noises against each other.

I run my hands up her hips and along her sides before sliding them up and placing them over her breasts. I squeeze them gently in my hands and she lets out a quiet moan into my mouth. I push up against them a few times and listen to her breath in gasps before reaching up and grabbing the sleeves of her chiton and sliding them down past her shoulders. She drops her arms from my neck and pulls back, licking her reddened lips with a hungry tint to her eyes. I keep our stares locked as I push down the top half of her gown to her waist band and she takes her arms out of the sleeves. I cup her breasts again looking down at her pert tits, smiling and kissing her neck gently before running my tongue down over her skin and gliding over her nipple. I kiss her breast gently, biting down on her nipple and making her whimper softly as I start suckling at her teat. I squeeze her flesh as I work, her hands lacing through my hair and urging me to do more. I switch to her other breast and nibble on her soft skin, pinching her free nipple tightly in my fingertips.

"Your highness," she gasps, arching up a bit. I place my face between her breasts and peck her cleavage before leaning back up and smiling at her, still massaging her chest in my hands. She grins back with red cheeks, leaning up and kissing me forcefully. I blink before pressing back into her and pushing her fully against the wall. Her hand travels down and quickly finds my hard on, rubbing me almost timidly but heatedly.

I pull back and release her breasts, quickly undoing my own tunic and dropping it from my body. She stares at me lustfully, gulping as I trail around her hips, grabbing the bow tied at the back of her dress and undoing it. The fabric quickly cascades down around her feet and she looks at the ground bashfully, fingering her long black hair timidly.

I run my fingers down her thighs before sliding them in-between her legs and feeling her wetness. She gasps and shakes slightly, shooting her eyes up towards me. "No one's piqued you? Not at all?" I smirk.

"No one, your highness," she whispers. I rub my finger over her clit and kiss her softly.

"Well it's time to learn what it's like," I wink. I flicker my eyes down to my throbbing cock and she stares down at it, gulping. "It doesn't bite," I chuckle, pulling my hand back from her. She takes a deep breath before kneeling down in front of me on her pale legs, grasping around me with some curiosity. She takes a deep breath before running her tongue over my slit and gulping. She opens her mouth and takes me in as far as she can before backing up and doing it again. I place my hands on the wall and keep my eyes on her as she continues to go down on me. She pumps the base of my cock in her slender fingers, cupping my balls in her other hand and massaging me gently. I let out a low moan in the back of my throat and she looks up into my eyes, keeping our gazes locked together as she keeps going.

"Harder," I murmur.

She speeds up and hollows her cheeks more, blushing furiously in the sunlight bathing over us. I smile at her and she runs her tongue around my dick vigorously, trailing my veins with precision and tact. I have to say, she's good for a virgin. I thrust down into her mouth a few times, listening to her choke a bit before backing up and repeating faster. She tries to match my speed pumping and sucking but quickly loses the rhythm and starts gagging around me. I stay still a few moments and enjoy it before pulling out of her mouth and allowing her the air she needs.

I grasp her under her shoulders and pull her to her feet, kissing her roughly and swirling our tongues around each other, sliding my hand down her flat stomach and reaching between her thighs again. I spread her legs slightly before running my finger through her damp slit and laughing warmly against her mouth.

"You're wet," I mutter. I can feel her face burning, but slide my tongue in past her lips and continue rubbing her smoothly. I slowly poke my middle finger up into her cunt and slide it fully into her and she gasps onto my lips. I pull back just slightly and we stare at each other as I thrust my finger into her a few times. As her face calms down, I cautiously slide in my index finger as well. She lets out a long cry and bites her lip.

"It hurts," she whispers.

"It will," I say. "But it'll feel better," I promise, scissoring her as best I can. "It'll just take some trust, alright?"

Her lip quivers but she nods anyways. I scissor her until she looks more comfortable before sliding my fingers back out and rubbing over her swollen clit. I kneel down in front of her and spread her legs further, craning my neck and running my tongue over her and listening to her throaty gasp. I purse my lips around her clit and suck roughly, her moans becoming louder and more anxious. I keep on her for a few minutes, each sound escaping her full lips going straight to my cock and making me unbearably hard before I can't stand anymore.

I dip my tongue into her before pulling out and licking my lips, getting to my feet. I bend down and grab in-between her thighs, pulling her up the wall as she grasps around my neck. I place my cock right at the edge of her cunt and she stares at me needfully.

"Remember what I said?" I murmur.

"I trust you, my prince," she says dreamily. I smile and kiss her again, slowly pushing into her. Her fingers tighten in my hair and she groans into my lips as I press up into her walls. I press up into her as much as I can and hold still a few moments while she tries to adjust to me. She pulls back after a bit and nods at me softly.

I grin, taking her lips once more and start thrusting. Each movement I make makes her whimper in pain but she seems determined to trust me and push past her pain. I can feel a small trickle of blood running down my cock and under me onto my sac and I'm pretty sure she can too as her thighs tighten around me. I soon hear a moan of pleasure worm its way into her sounds and grin, speeding up just slightly. She's so fucking tight around my aching dick and it feels incredible. I start sliding into her easier, her body less reclusive to my driving as I spread her legs further and continue to pound her into the siding of her wall.

"You like this?" I grin at her, licking my lips at her flushed form.

"Nn-nngh, harder, please, Sir!" she begs. I smile, happy to oblige and start smashing into her wet slit more roughly. I Listen to her yelp each time I press upwards. I shift her around a bit on my cock as I thrust and she arches up in a blissful moan.

"You really like it," I chuckle.

"S-so much, m-my prince," she gulps, shutting her eyes and grabbing my shoulders with her nails. She digs them into me as she continues sliding against the wall, her petite form glistening with the glow of Helios in the late afternoon.

She creaks open her eyes and the hazel orbs seem to pierce right into mine. I buck my hips, making sure my skin slaps into her clit and makes her gasp. I can feel her muscles clamping down around me and take a shuddery breath as the sound of our connecting skin starts echoing in the room on top of each other as I speed up and slam into her relentlessly. Her nails bury into my skin and she bites her lip, looking at me hungrily. Her stare makes me shudder uncontrollably and I press against her beautiful lips again and push her head against the wall. She crosses her legs behind my back and I grab under her ass with one hand, using the other to thumb over her hardened nipple. She clings to my hair tightly as we kiss sloppily.

I roll my hips up slower, but harder and she gasps against me. I give a few more hardened thrusts before she pulls back and tilts her head up a bit, her lips parted in soft cries. I bite down on her throat and she cries out in pleasure.

"Oh...Oh gods...S-Stanley!" she screams before her body falls into uncontrollable quivers and her cunt contracts around me spastically. I bite onto her harder before arching up and releasing deep into her wetness. I hold still and feel both our releases leaking back down onto me. I feel her hands leave my hair and hear a clap. I release my grip on her neck, pulling back and looking to see her with frightened eyes, her hands clasped over her mouth.

I pant a few times and smack my lips. "What's wrong?" I ask. I pull out of her and sigh contentedly as I help her back onto the ground.

She shakily puts her hands away from her mouth, "Did...did you not hear what I called you, Sire?" she asks timidly.

I blink before breaking into a grin, pulling her hands down and kissing her lips briskly. "You think I mind you calling my name?" I cock my brow. "Trust me, it sounded beautiful from those pretty lips." She blinks before breaking into a smile.

"Really?"

"Really," I smirk. She looks at the ground and laughs a few times before clearing her throat.

"I'll get you a towel, good sir," she curtseys before walking away from me to another room. I watch her and shake my head, chuckling to myself. I pick my chiton up off the floor and dust it off before she hurries back in with a clean towel and I nod gratefully as she hands it to me.

"Thank you, Wendy."

"You...you remembered my name," she says dreamily.

"Of course I did," I look at her, laughing as I wipe off my cock and thighs. "I could never forget a name as gorgeous as that. Fits you perfectly."

"Oh sir," she blushes. "You're such a...a flirt."

"Not really," I shrug. "You're the only woman I've ever said that to."

"Really?" she squeaks before calming down and looking away bashfully.

"You're...shy I take it?" I raise my brow amusedly.

She shakes her head. "Ha...not really," she shrugs similarly to me as I pull on my tunic and hand her the towel and she starts cleaning off. "I'm actually quite headstrong. My father says that's the reason that I can't get myself a husband and no one's willing to take me. But I think it's because he hasn't made it clear that I'm available. I'm his only child," she smiles sadly.

My frown drops a bit and I clear my throat. "Where's your mother?"

"She died a few years ago," she states softly, grabbing her dress and holding it in front of her for coverage. "She...she was so strong," she says reminiscently. "I want to be like her. She didn't need to be taken care of, but she loved Father so she allowed him to do so. I envy strong women."

"You seem to be one yourself," I say, tying my belt around my waist.

"You think so?" she asks, looking at me with sparkling hazel eyes.

"Any Trojan woman is strong in my opinion," I nod. "Especially if you're without a husband. There's so little here and yet you thrive as a community. We do with the bare essentials and manage to keep smiles on our faces," I nod towards her curled lips and she grins wider. "As far as I'm concerned," I continue, "anyone who lives on this island has a will stronger than a god's brute strength."

She looks away thoughtfully before sighing and looking back up at me. "Sire, may I ask yet another question?"

"Of course."

"...Why are we so poor?" she asks with a cocked head. "I mean...Haven't we allies?"

"Of course we do," I state. "Prince Kenneth makes us many friends. But friends like people to be givers and takers," I add. "Not just takers. The only thing we have to offer is servants and we're not about to send away innocent, good members of our palace or our town just for the benefits of not being attacked."

"Would...would I be sent away if it came down to that?" she asks softly.

I walk up to her and kiss her cheek. "Not if I have anything to say about it," I wink.

She smiles warmly and curtseys again. "Your highness, I've always had an acute fondness for you above the other members of the palace."

"How so?"

"You're making the men strong, which in turn makes the women strong. I'm against violence, but I can't help but love the idea of such a strong nation in both mind and spirit. It's a wonderful concept, wouldn't you agree?"

I blink at her before grinning a bit. "Yeah...yeah I would," I nod. I look out the window at the setting sun and sigh looking back at her beautiful glowing form. "I suppose your father will be home soon."

"Yes," she nods. I lean down and peck her lips, pulling back slowly before standing straight and nodding.

"Perhaps I'll come visit you again soon, Wendy," I smile at her, turning and heading out the door.

"I'll wait for you, Prince Stanley!" she calls after me. I step out of her home and look around, seeing a group of teenage boys across from me giving me gestures of approval. I snort and walk up towards them.

"And just what are you so happy about?"

"Wendy is hot, that's what," one replies before clearing his throat and backing down slightly, "Sir."

I laugh and ruffle his hair. "Have more respect for your ladies, Boys," I advise. "They're the ones that keep this island running remember."

"Yeah," another one replies. "But Wendy's never let another boy touch her. Says it brings her down as a woman or something."

"Well I guess she though that you didn't have what it takes to make her a woman," I reply smartly. "She was waiting for a man, not boys," I cock my brow with a smirk before turning and heading back up towards the palace.

"See ya, Prince Stan!" they call out after me. I wave back, nodding at each civilian I pass with a warm feeling in my chest.

'You're making the men strong, which in turn makes the women strong.'

Wendy's words echo through my head and make my grin wider.

Maybe I don't make decisions and make the country sit in power or something like that. But Gary and Thomas just run how we run financially. Kenny makes us run alongside other countries.

Me? Maybe I have the most important job of all.

After all, what's a country without cooperating citizens? A land of peace and community. That's what Troy is. And with any luck, that's exactly how we'll stay.

A/N: Oh Stan, you're settin' yourself up.

I WROTE HETERO. OMFG. GET DOWN BEFORE THE WORLD EXPLO-boom.

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I'm blushing like, hardcore. I can write about gay sex till my fingers break, but straight? I'm giggling like a fucking retard =_=;

oh well.

Thanks for R&Ring!

...BOOBS AND VAGINAS ARE DISGUSTING there I said it T^T