This is an origin story for something I've been writing for some time. If it's popular I'm happy to write more. I hope you enjoy.

Contains everything you know about me. Thank you for having a read friends.

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The Queen stood at her window looking out into the sky as the sun rose. It would be entering its highest point in the day soon. It was springtime and a nice pleasant breeze was rolling through the countryside. A few wispy clouds of silver danced through sky, moving with the wind, as the bright blue of the heavens above it seemed to beckon beyond. The view from the Queen's chamber afforded a sweeping view of the land to the south and to the east, affording a view many would never see in their lifetime. The workshop of the smith's below, the hustle and bustle of villagers and servants moving through the stables and courtyard. Pillars of stone rose to form bridges between the central citadel, while great walls encircled it, providing protection for those within. Beyond that was the vast green fields of her country, the dense forests and the peaks of mountains beyond. To her the kingdom had always held a magical quality to it and she had been proud to serve her people for decades.

Though magical her country may have been, the word magic now made her uneasy. Her subjects were all primarily human, the type of hardy stock that bred good soldiers and honest farmers. Of course there were a smattering of other races here and there: dwarves, a community of elves that lived on the northern border, the occasional centaur, even a few other species that bordered on fantasy and reality such as the ogres and other ill kin. There was perpetually a band of all creatures passing through the kingdom. Farmers selling their wares, merchants, soldiers for hire, shamans. Using rituals and magic or sometimes just swindling her good citizens for a few coin. That was life in her kingdom, that was routine. That was the way things were. But nothing gave her more anxiety than a Sorceress.

There was one now, within her borders, travelling through. The Queen had heard from her advisors how she had only been here for less than two weeks and was already causing quite the stir. Tales of healing wounds, sickness, restoring livestock and bringing good luck to down trodden people. All for a fee of course but many were willing to pay, especially when they saw immediate results. The Sorceress was the answer to a hundred and one problems among the simple folk of her Kingdom. And so the Queen had summoned her. She was no charlatan. Even her own advisor's had seen her work her magic. She was the true deal, a rare breed at that. Her advisor's had travelled and met with the Sorceress, offering a large sum for fixing the Queen's own problem. The Sorceress had agreed and within the day she was headed to the castle, hopefully with the answer to the Queen's problem in tow.

There was a soft knock on the door. The Queen was broken out of her reverie, still looking out to the sky. It was just as blue as when she had first been standing there since this morning, anxious to meet the Sorceress.

"Come in," She beckoned. She straightened her dress with her hands, smoothing out any wrinkles on the red velvet. One had to appear presentable as head of state, a lesson she had learnt at an early age from her mother. Her hair was immaculate, not a single raven black hair out of place, tied back into a long braid down her back thanks to her servants. A crown sat atop her dark hair, golden in the daylight, the few jewels within in it sparkling as she moved about. She cut a lithe figure, strong, with high cheekbones and strong shoulders. She was royalty and anyone who glanced upon her were well aware of that as soon as they entered her presence.

A chambermaid entered through the door, shutting it quickly behind her. She was young, maybe 18, dressed all in grey and white in a long flowing skirt.

"Queen Lilith, the Sorceress has arrived."

The Queen nodded. Lilith hid her nerves well, appearing stoic before the maid despite being anything but. One could never allow a person of such low standing as the maid to think of her as anything else but fearless.

"Show her to me Child."

The maid nodded swiftly, entering and exiting with barely a sound.

The Queen waited there, hands clasped in front of her, feeling a single trickle of sweat fall down her spine. She brought her hand up to her forehead, feeling it dry. Thank God for small mercies. She'd heard tales of powerful magic users being able to read minds or discern one's intentions just from staring into the eyes of their victims, or even understanding their thoughts just from reading their body language. Though she didn't know the truth behind any of this, it was best to play one's card close to the chest until proven otherwise.

There was some talking behind the door. Then, ponderously, the door began opening once again. The Queen had not moved, rooted to her spot by the window, the only thing between her and the door the edge of her four-post bed. The maid stepped through once again. This time the meek thing was followed by one of the most stunning creatures the Queen had ever seen.

She was tall, at least a head taller than the Queen even with her crown perched on the top of her head. Golden red hair fell down in luscious curls past her shoulders, all the way down to her lower back, like the mane of a Griffin. Dark, brown eyes adorned her chiseled features while her pale skin was unblemished, in deep contrast to her ruby rose lips and purple eye shadow. She wore a heavy cloak, burgundy with traces of silver, completely obscuring her from the neck down, its length running an inch along the ground. Though she had no idea what her body looked like underneath that cloak, the Queen could only guess that this sorceress was some type of Goddess, making all forms of beauty insignificant next to her.

The Sorceress stood proudly before the Queen, a playful smile on her wicked lips as she took stock of the royalty before her. The chambermaid seemed to be transfixed just as much as the Queen was, who stood next to the radiant creature, her eyes locked onto her. After a moment of study, the Sorceress bowed to the Queen slightly, her smile never leaving her face.

"Your Highness, I came at your summon. It is my pleasure to serve you and all powers under your rule." She continued to hold her bow, only now she looked her up, her dark eyes rising to meet the sovereign. Those eyes seemed to bore into her. Perhaps there was some truth to the old wive's tales. Could she be seducing her? Or was she simply studying her, reading her? The Queen snapped out of it for a moment, regaining her composure partly.

"Thankyou. I know a woman of your talents is in high demand wherever you go. You may rise."

"Your highness."

She rose back up, fully erect, standing before the Queen. She looked over to the chambermaid now who was still smitten by her. The Sorceress raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps, your highness, we could speak privately?"

"Oh? Oh! Yes, yes of course. You - maid!" The maid pulled her head slowly away from the idol before her, bringing her eyes back to the Queen. "Yes, you! Begone now. Do not return until summoned or I'll have you sent off to the stables for a month. Is that clear?"

As if waking from a stupor herself, the maid seemed to regain control of her senses and nodded. She stole one last glance to the Sorceress and bailed, running hurriedly for the door and closing it with a bang behind her.

The sorceress just chuckled to herself. "She's quite young. Don't be to be too harsh on her."

"Should I not? She is my maid, under my service."

"Perhaps. But it is not everyday a human in this part of the world meets someone like... me." The sorceress smiled again, white teeth glowing past those full ruby lips.

As intoxicating as she was, the Queen could feel herself becoming more cautious now. She could see through the haze of beauty, despite how strong it was. Perhaps this Sorceress exuded some form of spell just as she walked around.

"Have you cast a spell on me witch?"

This time the Sorceress laughed, a deep boom that echoed throughout the stone chamber. "No my Queen. I have been magically enhanced to be perfect, nothing more than that. Many find my beauty to be alluring. I can assure you we are magic free in this room right now."

The Sorceress began to walk idly around the room, her cloak trailing behind her, as she began to take stock of the Queen's possessions. The Queen just watched as she moved along the wall, a long delicate porcelain finger with red fingernails tracing its way over her jewelry on the bedside table. "You have some nice pieces Queen Lilith. Fit for a woman of your stature."

The Queen watched her fondle her jewels. "Is that why you came when I beckoned? Money?"

The Sorceress smiled. "No. Jewelry is not so valuable to me as it is to many. I value different treasures. But regardless, depending upon the nature of the request I will determine my reward. So tell me Queen, what can Sorceress Isabella do for you?"

"Very well. Isabella. I have... I've... heard, from others, that you can help couples."

"I can help couples with many things. You'll have to be more specific." Isabella walked forwards to the Queen now, slowly, seductively. "I can help with marital concerns. Creation of or the expulsion of problems. I can bring husbands home if they have a wandering eye. I can stoke a fire in anyone's loins so that even a lake could not extinguish it." The flame haired Goddess walked around Queen Lilith, her index finger now running across her velvet dress instead of the jewelry. The Queen felt her finger trace up the small of her back as she walked behind her. She steeled herself, trying to not let the Sorceress get to her. "What is it you want?"

"My... my husband passed away a few years ago. Died in battle against those fucking Briannans along the Yor river. I never produced an heir. In the years since I've tried with many of the men of the court. However-"

"You've discovered that the bakery may be unable to produce pies?" The Queen glowered at the Sorceress over her shoulder. The Sorceress was still bemused, but held the gaze from the Queen.

"Yes- As it were. My ability to produce an heir to the throne is running out of time. I had hoped that you would be able to help with this situation. Or is your magic solely providing unenviable sarcasm?"

The Sorceress reacted with mock indignation. "Your highness, I would never make a mockery of the situation. To provide a child, to birth one, to hold a little one in your arms is the right of all women whether they be a peasant in the field or a Queen. I would be delighted to help."

The Queen sighed in relief. "Thank you, Sorceress. This means a lot to myself. I had almost given up on ever having a child."

"Nonsense!" The Sorceress gave the Queen a playful slap on the shoulder. "We'll have a baby in your belly by sundown today!"

"To-today!?"

The Sorceress whirled away to the window, shutting the glass panel with a clink. The Queen followed her, energetic and troubled. "I admire your work ethic Sorceress Isabella, but today? Doesn't that seem a bit - quick? I don't even have a suitor at the moment? I can grab Duncan from the court I guess but he hardly ever smells appropriate without a days' worth of notice to bathe..."

The Sorceress strolled past the Queen now from the window headed to the door. With a wave of her hand the lock clicked in place. Magic. "No worries your highness we will need no man. And a guarantee is a guarantee from Sorceress Isabella. However before making this happen, I will require my reward to be explained in full beforehand."

The Queen, still perplexed, nodded. "What riches you desire, name it."

"Your crypt. I understand you have many tomes placed within, olden books and poetry from forgotten times. I would like full access to it, and any books I wish to take with me I am able to loan for an unspecified time. When I am done with them I will return them. Is that acceptable?"

"That seems acceptable to me. A child for knowledge. But again, how am I to conceive without-"

"Then it is agreed!" The Sorceress waved her hand in the air. A golden flame appeared before her, shaped in the form of a circle. A star appeared inside it, 5 pointed, before in a flash it all disappeared. "The agreement is settled by magical contract. Very well then, we shall begin. Please, remove all your clothes."

"MY WHAT!?"

"Your clothes. Remove them. You can leave them on but I guarantee they will be ruined by the time we are done. This is the best option. So please."

"I don't like this Sorceress..."

"By nightfall tonight Queen your greatest reward will be inside you. Is that not what matters? You just need to trust me."

Queen Lilith didn't. But to be fair, she had not much to lose at this point. She was approaching forty. She should have had children years ago. This could be her last resort.

The Queen did as she commanded, removing her dress. She let it fall to the ground and stepped out of it, her body on full display to the Sorceress before her.

"My my my. What a delightful body you have. Clearly any man would have jumped at the chance to have his cock inside you."

The Queen grumbled an acknowledgement.

"Well, no man seemed to be up to the task. Let's see if I am." The red-haired beauty raised her arms, and with a single clap darkness filled the room. The Queen jumped, frightened by the sudden change in light, before all of the candles in her bedroom suddenly lit up, illuminating the two in a second.

Isabella just laughed. "Remember: magic! There's going to be a lot of that happening for the rest of the night."

"Very well then let's begin. Druhmus Vijkla Curon" The Sorceress closed her eyes for the moment, muttering those three words. She repeated them over and over again. Druhmus Vijkla Curon. Druhmus Vijkla Curon. Druhmus Vijkla Curon. This went on for a minute, the Sorceress chanting, the Queen standing there naked before her.

As she stood there waiting for the Sorceress, she felt the room begin to feel warm. Warmer than it typically was for a noon. Perhaps the window being closed and the candles were making the room stuffy. She felt hot, sweat beginning to trickle down her body now. Finally the Sorceress finished her chant. She walked up to the Queen now, her hands grabbing the small of Lilith's waist, as she took the older woman in. "Your breasts are divine your highness, fit to nurse many children. How pert they are even for your age. And their size - a full ripe melon!" The sorceress began rubbing her hands now all over the Queen's body, up her arms, her back, her buttocks. She squeezed and fondled her flesh as if a farmer was inspecting it's cattle. The Queen for the first time in awhile felt common. "A few wrinkles here and there, but a trim figure. Your posterior is supple. I'm sure it's pleased many a man throughout your years. Fully shaven as well." A finger ran along the Queen's lower lips now. A spark seemed to fly out from the tip, electrifying her mound, causing a small gasp from the Queen's lips. The Sorceress continued on her journey south. "Moist. Very excellent. You're excited my dear. This will make everything far easier..."

The Sorceress finished tracing her finger through the Queen's engorged lower lips, her finger covered in the wet slick of the Queen's juices. The Sorceress could only smile as she brought the Queen's cum up to her own lips, and with a deft flick of her tongue savored the liquid. "Mmmmm most delightful. I do love the taste of a woman. Royalty always tastes particularly better." The Queen could only gaze upon the Sorceress. Her knees were weak and she almost felt like buckling. Her excitement was coursing through her, her nerves on fire, her body tingling, especially between her legs. It must have been from the Sorceress. She could feel an animal need burning inside her now, lit from passion and the desire to copulate.

"Please, Sorceress, I am ready."

The Sorceress cocked an eyebrow. "Are you now? Very well then. Lie back down on the edge of the bed."

The Queen did as the Sorceress ordered. She scuttled back, sitting on the edge of the bed before she moved herself backwards, naked and facing the Sorceress. Her feet were on the mattress as she propped herself upright with her elbows. The Sorceress never took her eyes of the Queen's slowly dampening mound.

"Perfect. Stay there for me. You are the picture of sexuality my dear."

The Sorceress now began to disrobe, reaching up to her neckline to undo her sash which held the robe around her. The Queen just watched, her voice husky as the desire to rut was ever increasing.

"Tell me, Sorceress, what man shall be used to sire my offspring and implant his seed into my womb? He must be of noble standing."

The Sorceress undid her final strap. Soon she would reveal her body to the Queen, something Lilith seemed to obstinately want now more than anything. She wanted to see the naked flesh of the Sorceress and the perfect body only magic could produce. The Sorceress only smiled coyly as she held the final strap in place.

"Your highness. Lilith. Your man is already here."

And with that Isabella dropped her robe to the ground, revealing the naked form of the woman underneath it.

The Queen looked upon her at first, registering the pale, smooth porcelain and unblemished skin, the bountiful breasts with large, dark areola that were larger than even her own bosom, and held unnaturally high in the air like some perfect marble sculpture.

But then she registered something she had not been expecting. "Sorceress! You're... pregnant!?" And pregnant she was. Her belly was huge, a gravid form of fertility as she looked to birth a child any moment. She was even so large the Queen suspected that maybe there was more than one offspring in her belly.

"Correct my Queen. I am with child. I have been for quite some time. Longer than you would guess..."

She walked forward now, bringing her fertile body into full view before the Queen. Lilith gazed upon her, noticing more details she had missed from distance. A mane of red hair graced her belly, as thick as any man's, starting from above her belly button and thickening as it descending down. Likewise tufts of red hair were caught between her armpits and she even noticed her legs were furry and matted, as thick as any man's she had ever seen.

"Your hair! Look at you! You're not some type of beast, are you? A werewolf!?"

The Sorceress laughed. "No, I wish! My condition is the result of careless magic. And that is what I will be fucking you with my Queen."

"What? Fucking me with - OH GODS!"

And then the Queen saw it. Jutting out, in full, stiff and thick like any she had seen before, rose a cock from between the Sorceress's legs.

"Now Queen: let's put a baby in your belly!"

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62 years earlier...

A gasp escaped Isabella's lips.

Gods be damned! She thought. She was trying to be silent! And clearly for her right now it was easier said than done. She was crouched over, listening, ears straining in the silence. She was the only one in the hall, and as far as she could hear, the only one in this part of the castle. The stone walls were well known for alerting anyone of approaching footsteps thanks to their acoustics and stone floors. It was hard to sneak around in the castle, and Isabella was finding that out first hand tonight. However she appeared to be safe. After a moment of intense listening, Isabella was satisfied no one had heard her, and returned to her activity.

Her left hand was currently holding the hem of her skirt up, high up to her thighs. This allowed her right hand to skate underneath the fabric, where her fingers were currently buried deep within her snatch. She had three fingers all the way inside her, deep and filling her up, and they were currently working their way in and out of her hole. Her hand was covered in her own cum, her cunt leaking juice all over herself and the stone floor beneath her. The smell of her sex mixed with the acrid smell of the torches burning along the hallway, masking it at least. Isabella continued to bite her lip as her fingers continued to fuck her, doing her best to make no sound. She couldn't let Henry know what she was doing.
You see, this particular hall was a part of the royal family's chambers. And here, in this hall at the bottom of the castle, was the royal bathrooms. This time of night, late with no one around, was typically when Prince Henry would come down to wash himself clean from the day's activities. He was young and full of vigor, with a taste for hunting and all the pleasures a Prince could afford. He was often dirty, covered in mud, sweat, grime or sometimes more after a long day. He was also rumored to be quite the lady's man. Every day, after an exuberant display of youth, he would travel down to the bathrooms to wash himself.

Isabella had memorized his routine for months now, learning when and where he was at all times, hoping to catch a glimpse of him where she could. Tonight she had gotten lucky. When she had done her daily snoop and walk past, she had discovered the guards gone, leaving the room unattended. Gone off for a feed or instructed to have the night off, she did not know, but she would take any chance she could get. Stopping by the key hole in the door, she was afforded a full glimpse of the Prince naked inside the room!

He alternated between sitting and standing in the tub, washing himself all over with a rag. Isabella at last saw him, naked and in his full glory, and her heart skipped a beat. She felt herself become flush, her heart regaining it's beating only to thunder in her chest. She saw his hard, tight body, water cascading over his golden skin. There had often been talk of elf blood in the royal lineage. She'd dismissed it as banter tossed and lobbied about court by gossiping wives or bored Barons. Isabella didn't doubt it now however, for his body seemed almost too perfect, the muscles all proportionally within size and bristling with strength. His golden white hair fell down to his shoulders but Isabella couldn't remove her eyes from his rear, which seemed to be chiseled by marble itself. How she wanted to plunge herself between those cheeks! She'd lifted her skirt up then, her slit moist and hungry, and had plunged herself within.

He turned around now, his body still dribbling with water and soap and there Isabella saw her most prized possession: the Prince's cock! She felt her pussy contract around her fingers and she nearly came then. Willpower was barely enough for her to gain back her self control and she bit her lip. She was afraid if she came here the scream of her orgasm would be heard two kingdoms over. Her gaze however had not shifted from that member which dangled between his legs. His cock was immaculate, exactly as she had pictured it. Granted, she'd only seen one cock before, but this one blew that out of the water! And speaking of blowing: she wouldn't mind wrapping her mouth around that member now. It was half way down his thighs, slender but long, with a deep red head topping it. His testicles hung low behind it, orbs of delight.

He was completely hairless across his body, his rock hard abs glistening in the light of the torches as he continued to wash himself. Isabella continued to glide her hands through her sopping cunt, unable to slow her speed down. God she wanted him! She had never wanted anything else more in her entire life. He was perfection to her. She saw the way he treated people, with kindness and dignity no matter who they were. His easy laugh. The way he tossed his hair... fuck. She could feel it now. She was close. She was sweating, panting softly. Ecstasy was overtaking her. She could feel her nipples now straining against her dress, pert and in dire need of attention. Even her asshole was puckering, her whole body craving it's much desired sexual release.

Gods I give in! Isabella felt it now, like a wave within her body that could not be stopped. She let go of her skirt with her left hand and braced herself up against the door, her fingers now plunging and slamming into her wet pussy as her orgasm peaked. She stared at the Prince, at his perfect cock, wanting it to fill her up as she came. Despite urgently trying to keep quiet she grunted, her orgasm slamming into her like a horse. She sprayed her juices all over her fingers, her arm, her inner thighs, the floor. She collapsed onto her knees, her whole body shaking, as she had the best orgasm of her life.

She felt like she was in the heavens, not on the Earth, as her mind reeled. Never had she ever had such a powerful experience before. It was a high she could get used too. After what felt like an eternity, her senses started to return and her body regained composure. She stood up, wobbling for a moment, having to brace herself on the door once again. She quickly looked through the key hole, making sure the Prince had not heard of her orgasm. He was sitting in the bath now, eyes closed and relaxed. Excellent, she'd been here for the best part.

Footsteps!

The clanking sound of armor.

She cursed, rearranging her skirt, wiping her wet hands on the back of it. There was nothing she could do about the puddle underneath her. She just hoped that whoever it was would think it was from the Prince's bath and ignore the smell. It clearly didn't smell like soap.

She had just rearranged herself properly, satisfied with her appearance, when a knight turned into the hall. It was Sir Michael, a handsome man and Prince Henry's childhood friend. He was a tall, beast of a man, wide shouldered and covered in a wild red mane of hair. He was known to be decidedly pointed, a man of action that many other Knights valued. Henry and Michael had grown up together since young boys and had been inseparable ever since. The Knight was always by the Prince's side, accompanying him on state visits, camping trips, hunting, you name it. To see him down here was not unusual, often Sir Michael would accompany the Prince late at night and bathe with him. He must have been running late this particular eve.

Isabella made to move, hoping it would appear she was just walking past the door rather than having stood there for the last ten minutes pleasuring herself. Sir Michael was an astute fellow though. She had hoped it had been one of the rock headed guards rather him. His intellect was well praised in the court.

The Knight however seemed more interested in her than the Prince's bath room. He walked down the hall, raising an arm to stop her as she approached. "Handmaiden, you are one of the Queen's attendants, correct?"

Isabella stopped, curtsying. Oh fuck she thought! Was she in some form of trouble? Had she been caught? Had he seen what she had been doing this entire time!? "Y-ye-yes, Michael. Sir Michael! I mean. Yes! I am one of the Queen's handmaiden's."

As coy as ever you blithering idiot. Isabella admonished herself internally.

The Knight looked quizzical, but continued on. "The Queen has asked for some assistance tonight in matter's dealing with her condition. You are wanted in her chamber."

OH THANK THE GODS! He hadn't seen what she had been up too. She was safe. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Sir Michael. I'll go up to her at once." She curtseyed again and hastily beat an escape. As she walked down the hall and turned around, she caught a glimpse of the Knight standing at the door, looking down upon the puddle beneath his feet.

No matter, she should be fine now. She'd been brazen but it had been worth it. The only problem was she was still soaked between her thighs and the Queen had asked for her. She hoped it was for something quick that would allow her to leave and wash herself. But the Queen these days was very demanding due to her condition. It could be for anything.

She walked through the castle, passing a few servants as they went about their business late at night, a few guards on duty doing their rounds. She smiled at a few and was returned some smiles. The cold air of the night still permeated the stone walls and Isabella wrapped her dress firmly around herself as she climbed the stairs to the Queen's royal bedchamber. Autumn was going to give way to Winter soon as the nights grew longer and colder. Up and up she went, circling around and around the stairwell, till at last she reached the top. The stairwell lead to hall, two guards on duty at the entrance who let her pass. Their names were Derrick and Peter, regulars who had often exchanged friendly banter with Isabella since she had started. Derrick waved her through while Peter yawned. Clearly a slow night for both of them.

She approached the Queen's door and stood before it, giving a quick rap of her knuckles on the wood, knocking.

"Come in!" Said the voice from inside. Isabella entered, the door creaking loudly, shutting it behind her.

"Excellent, thank you for coming my dear. I'm afraid I'm need of all of you tonight." Queen Victori was sitting on the bed, young and handsome as a dandelion flower. She was young, only the same age as Isabella, 19 rotations of the sphere old, but whereas Isabella was a frumpy young thing with brown hair and freckles, Victori was a blonde beauty with dazzling blue eyes. She was the King's second wife, not the mother of Henry who had passed some time ago, and had been betrothed to the King a rotation past. Right now however she was fulfilling her primary duty to the Kingdom: she was with child. She sat on the edge of the bed, naked, her beautiful body radiant and her belly filled with life. She was still a month and a half away from giving birth, though many doctors and physicians had determined she was quite large for how long along she was. The King was happy with this news though. He suspected another manly son to be near, just like the Prince.

Two other handmaidens, Poppy and Margaret, were currently attending to the Queen's feet. They were rubbing and oiling them, massaging them as they had swelled with her pregnancy. Queen Victori was relaxed, her eyes half opened as the tension and stress was worked out by the two young girls before her. It was her first pregnancy after all and the handmaiden's had been tasked with fulfilling all needs required by the Queen, no matter the demand. However, Isabella guessed this wouldn't be the only job they'd be helping the Queen with tonight. The bigger her belly grew, the more insistent the demands had becoming.

"Isabella, if you would, I fear for stretch marks once again. Would you be so kind as to oil me tonight?"

Isabella nodded promptly. "Of course, my Queen." She moved over to the bedside table, grabbing a glass bottle of purple ointment off of it and moving in between the two girls who continued to massage the Queen's dainty feet.

You've no fear of stretch marks, mused Isabella as she sat in front of the nude form of her Queen, pouring the liquid from the bottle into her hands.

It's the same thing every night with her. You'd think she'd just come right out and ask for it rather than playing these games. She gave a sideways glance to Poppy, who was also rolling her eyes, both of them thankfully hidden from the eyesight of the Queen thanks to her massive belly.

Satisfied there was enough of the sweet-smelling ointment on her hands, Isabella began to rub the Queen's belly. Her hands glided over the taut skin, rubbing and massaging slowly, letting her hands roam wherever they felt like across her gravid dome. The Queen was cooing to herself slowly, her eyes now closed, as all three girls massaged and rubbed her body. Isabella couldn't blame her. Though she'd never been pregnant before, she wished nothing more than to carry Prince Henry's lineage. How she craved to be filled with life! She would be a princess if they ever did marry, maybe one day Queen, and she would use all of her powers to stay as comfortable as possible as she grew his children. For Queen Victori however, this was all foreplay.

Isabella had been put into the service of the Queen since she had arrived at the Kingdom of Koralin. The Queen had always been fun to be around and Isabella enjoyed her service underneath her. She was energetic, athletic, she said what came to her mind and was a breath of fresh air compared to the King who rarely spoke in anything but growls these days. She was younger than Prince Henry and deferred to him in matters of state, but wasn't afraid to offer an opinion on what she thought was right. She was loved by the court and by Isabella.

But for Isabella, Poppy and Margaret though, they had to deal with a side of Victori no one else knew about. Isabella had heard tales of this sort of thing that happened in far off countries, strange ports or among the elves. It was always something that happened somewhere else, never in this kingdom or this castle. And yet Isabella's world view had been challenged by Victori. Now, after being in service with her for a year, it was normal. Natural. Poppy and Margaret thought so as well. It was a duty that offered pleasure. Even the three girls had taken to it amongst themselves in their own bed chambers after some training and it had become a common thing.

Victori had never seem that interested in the King. Of course she was half his age. He was a fat man who enjoyed hunting and sitting by the fire eating a leg of ham. Victori was a creature who enjoyed pulling a prank or rolling through a field. But even though they were so different, Isabella could see the truth behind her eyes. Victori had never been attracted to the man. She'd talked of bearing his children as if a Smith talked about forging a blade or a farmer plowing a field. Work. She had even confided to Isabella she had not touched the King sexually since she had discovered she was pregnant. That however had not stopped her playing with her handmaiden's. Victori enjoyed the company of women more than anyone Isabella had ever known.

Isabella could tell now that Victori was enjoying herself as she did every night. Little sighs were escaping her lips with each rub of her belly. She was grinning, knowing soon she was going to get exactly what she wanted. Isabella and the girls were happy to oblige.

Poppy and Margaret moved their hands up from her feet now, using the excess oil from their hands to begin to kneed the Queen's thighs. There was groan of thanks as the Queen parted her legs even further apart, allowing the two girls to continue their manipulations, while Isabella begin tracing her fingers lower and lower down her gravid dome.

"Mmmmmm girls... you have no idea how much I needed this today." All three handmaiden's grinned knowingly. The Queen's condition had not slowed down her libido at all. The Queen, after all, preferred sexual intercourse with women, much like a man.

They'd been instructed in the arts of female love making on day one of the Queen's service and it had been a daily requirement ever since. Isabella had never been interested that way in a woman before. She'd never dreamed of it. For Victori though, it was as common as grass on a hill. Initially scared by the idea, Isabella had come to appreciate and enjoy sex with other women. As much as she desired to have the Prince's cock slip within her, girls were proving a satisfactory replacement. Isabella moved up, sitting more upright now, and began to place soft kisses on the Queen's belly.

"You're so soft Isabella, you play with me so," Victori said with a coy smile. Isabella didn't stop, her lips tasting the fruit flavored ointment, as she continued across her taut skin. Poppy and Margaret rose now, releasing Victori's thighs from their erotic grip, and began to disrobe. The Queen could only sit there, stuck as she was in this position due to her size, but looked upon them with a growing lust as robes fell to the floor and two nudes bodies were exposed to the night air. The girls stood over their pregnant Queen, giving her a full show and wasted no time. They embraced each other in both their arms and their lips. Tongues dashed out between lips, encircling and ravishing each other, as they kissed for the enjoyment of their Queen.

The Queen sat there, licking her lips, her body quivering in excitement as the two young girls explored each other's bodies right before her. Though this was still relatively new to all of them, all the handmaiden's had agreed they simply enjoyed the tenderness of female love. Poppy and Margaret showed that now as their hands explored each other's bodies, their lips never breaking, as hands groped breasts, pinched nipples, and fondled ass cheeks. From where Isabella was, her kisses still planting themselves on the lower side of Victori's dome, she could smell the undeniable heat of the Queen's sex.

Isabella was eager to taste it. Leaving the Queen's belly for now, and the sight of the two girls above her sexing each other up, Isabella stuck out her tongue and began to lap at the Queen's smooth slit. Victori let out a huge moan of pleasure as Isabella began to lap at her juices, her tongue working up and down her moist cunt.

"Thank the God's I need this! Isabella, my dear, you know what I like!" Isabella had her lips firmly planted on the woman's mound now while her tongue moved in circles around her clit, the little nub throbbing in delight.

Isabella continued to taste the tart juices of her Queen, moaning herself. As much as her desires and lust stemmed all from making Prince Henry hers one day, she had to admit, the Queen made an excellent second place. With her tongue working it's magic on the Queen's clit, she took her index finger and with ease she let it slip into the Queen's wet hole.

The Queen gasped loudly as Isabella penetrated her. Isabella wasted no time. She curled her finger back around, finding Victori's pleasurable spot within her, and began to stroke her fingers in and out, rubbing the spot as she continued her tongue's attack on her nub. Following Isabella's lead, Poppy and Margaret let their hands fall between each other's legs and both began to explore inside each other's wet cunts, both fingering each other with energetic fever. They both continued to kiss, moaning into each other's mouths, as they raced each other to orgasm. As much as this was for their Queen, both desired to cum for the other, and for themselves.

The Queen however looked set to win this orgasm race. "Oh Gods, oh gods, oh I'm going too - I'm going to explode! ISABELLA!!"

And just like that Victori came. Her walls clamped around Isabella's finger, releasing and then clamping over and over again, as Victori gripped her bed linen, her head arched back as her body convulsed. Isabella swallowed as much of the Queen's delicious cum as she could, her tongue lapping it up like a dog, while the two girls above her also brought themselves to a satisfying orgasm. Margaret even squirted a little from between her thighs, splashing some of her juice across Victori's belly. Both girls crashed onto the bed, lying next to their Queen, as all three panted from their first orgasms of the night. Isabella slowed down with her tongue, moving to soft kisses on the Queen's slit, as Victori composed herself after a few minutes.

"That was wonderful girls. I've never cum so hard in my life than with you three. You've made your Queen happy." Victori leaned over from where she was on the bed, placing a soft and gentle kiss on the lips to Margaret next to her, before rolling over to Poppy and doing the same. All three girls giggled with glee. "As for you Isabella, perhaps I can return the favor? I feel like a special night."

Oh thank the Gods! I've been blessed tonight, thought Isabella. Not only had she finally seen Prince Henry naked for the first time and witnessed his delicious cock, but the Queen wanted to do something she hadn't done in awhile. Since her pregnancy had progressed, and though nightly they had all joined in coitus without break, a special night was becoming rare indeed. "My Queen, I would be delighted!"

"Stand up then while I perform the ritual. Girls, while you lie next to me, you may as well nurse."
The girls grinned in delight and rolled over to Victori, shuffling down so they lay within the arms of their Queen. Happily, they latched on to their Queen's nipples with their mouths and began to suckle upon her swollen melons. The Queen had been milking for some time now and drinking upon her breasts was something all the girls enjoyed. Her milk was sweet, and refreshing. As much as Isabella would have liked to drink from those milky teats right now, she knew the greater prize was too come.

Laying down on the bed, Victori closed her eyes and began to move her lips. It was silent at first, her mouth appearing to make words but nothing could be heard. She continued for a minute, the shape of her mouth repeating the same silent string of words over and over again. Isabella was always fascinated by this. She watched, studied, trying to learn what she could. She'd always wanted what Victori had: the ability to conjure magic.

Victori continued to chant, the shape of her mouth now starting to release words and sounds now, the pace becoming faster and faster. It was olden language, of a race long since departed this realm, the first to discover the higher force of magic. Victori had been trained in the basics as a child by a travelling Sorcerer who had attended her father's court. Though she was no Sorceress herself she had learned the basics of what she needed from that sorcerer and had perfected the spells over the years. There was an inante ability required to conjure magic. Not everyone could do it. Only those who were blessed by the God's could wield it. Victori seemed to be at the lower end, with some magic ability but nowhere near the tales Isabella had heard the great Sorcerer's were capable of performing. For Isabella herself, that world was never going to touch her.

Druhmus Vijkla Curon. Druhmus Vijkla Curon. Druhmus Vijkla Curon. That was what the Queen chanted. As Victori's chants were now becoming fast paced and loud, Isabella looked down to the Queen's snatch. She loved to watch this every time. The Queen's nub, which sat between her folds at the top of her slit, began to glow a deep red. It began to throbbing slowly at first, the light growing brighter as the throbbing began to increase with the pace of her chants. A small gust of wind entered the room, swirling about the four girls, as the small clit began to grow. Isabella watched, her own pussy dampening, as she saw the clit grow to an inch, thickening, before growing longer and longer. The sides of her engorged clit seemed to bulge out underneath her skin, forming two mounds before it moved into one beneath this new shaft and dropped. A pair of testicles had formed, covering the Queen's moist slit. The clitoris now began to take shape, a head forming on the top, a deep shade of purple before finally after a minute it stopped growing. It was the length of Isabella's forearm and nearly the same thickness. The Queen stopped chanting as the cock finished its formation over her slit. The Queen now sported her very own cock which stood upright and at attention below her pregnant belly.

Isabella could only stare in wonder at the massive member which stood before her. This was the first cock she had ever seen, shown to her by Victori in the early days of her employment to the Queen. And it never got old. It dwarfed Prince Henry's cock, but at least that was real she thought. The Queen's never lasted past her orgasm. It was magical but it got the job done.

Isabella reached forward, gripping the turgid length with her hands. She was barely able to encompass it, such was the size of it. Victori just chuckled. "Like what you see?"

Isabella just grinned. She cupped the Queen's new balls with one hand before taking her member into her mouth with the other. The Queen moaned. "Mmmmm oh yes... Isabella..." Precum began to leak out of the Queen's new dick slit and Isabella lapped it up with delight. Her dick cum always tasted different to her pussy cum; it was more salty but still just as pleasurable. She slid her tongue up and down Victori's shaft as she began to bob her head, working the shaft as the Queen enjoyed it.

"Oh yes, work my pregnant cock baby. Make me as hard as iron."

Poppy and Margaret, who had continued to nurse upon the Queen this entire time, now began to rub the Queen's belly. The Queen was enjoying herself, her girls driving her sex drive higher, as Isabella began to knead her ballsack with her free hand. Both testicles were heavy and the size of an apple each. The magical spell always made them packed to the brim with cum. But this load was not destined for her mouth.

With a plop! Isabella released the Queen's rock-hard member from her mouth. It was so rigid it hit the underside of Victori's pregnant belly with a wet smack. Isabella took the discarded bottle of ointment which had been thrown on the floor and using a dollop from the top, slathered the Queen's cock up and down with it, the perfume of cock, pussy and fruit now filling her nostrils.

"Very good my dear. Lubricate my girl cock. I want to be inside you."

"As you wish my Queen."

Isabella coyly smiled as she finished rubbing the ointment all over Victori's cock. She threw the bottle away, jumping up. She hooked her leg over the Queen on the bed, straddling her, the girls making room for Isabella to sit properly. There was a lot of them, and one of them was heavily pregnant, but they made it work. Isabella reached behind her and found the long shaft of Victori with ease. Then, guiding it, she let the head of the cock roam around her butt crack before it finally found her sphincter. And with practiced ease Isabella sat back, letting the head of Victori's cock enter her rear.

The intense pain gave way to pleasure almost instantly as the girl-cock continued to slide further within her. Isabella's rear had received an intense workout since becoming Victori's handmaiden and there was little resistance left as the wide, thick girth of the Queen's cock began to tightly pack her ass. Isabella could only gasp and delight at the sensation of being filled once again, never having thought she would have turned into such an anal slut in such a short amount of time. Victori was insistent that she fuck all the girls in their asses only, to prevent unnecessary pregnancies. All three girls were unwed and a pregnancy would seem them banished from the castle, as well as having to explain who the father was. It was a situation none in the bedroom could afford.

Isabella lowered herself completely onto Victori's cock, settling herself on the Queen's thighs as she continued to straddle her. She looked down onto the Queen, who was busily enjoying the tightness of Isabella's rear end from the look of pleasure across her face. For a moment, Isabella completely forgot all about her Prince and focused solely on her Queen. Her pregnant body was now covered in a sheen of sweat, those wonderful tits still being milked by the other two girls, who were also busy fingering their own holes between their legs. Isabella took hold of the Queen's belly, feeling the soft skin, the life filled inside. One day this was going to be her. She was going to be pregnant with the Prince's children.

Raising herself up slowly on Victori's lap, Isabella felt her insides cling to the meaty cock within her ass, slowly letting it slip out till she was half way off. Then she sat back down, letting it impale her all over again.

"Gods Isabella, you continue to be as tight as the day I deflowered your rear!"

Victori hardly lasted long these days in their love making sessions, but that was ok. Pregnancy seemed to make her hornier than ever before, but her stamina was markedly decreased. "My Queen, your sword is splitting me in two." Isabella continued to rise and fall upon Victori, bracing herself on her belly, moving her rear end like waves on a lake. Back and forth, up and down, she ground herself upon the Queen.

"Your highness I love the feel of you inside me. This lady wishes for you to be inside her at all times. That's it, stretch my rear, fill me up!" Isabella could feel the satisfying length all the way inside her bowels, the cock so formidable it was pushing from her rear into her womb, rubbing her pleasure spot even through her anus. She could feel her own orgasm rising as she slowly picked up the pace, her excitement building at the prospect of being filled soon with the Queen's seed.

Isabella hoped that when she married Henry, for it was always when not if in her mind, that he would enjoy taking her rear just as Victori did. She couldn't wait to lose her virginity properly and have Henry take her every night, his firm embrace around her body, his hips thrusting into her as she lay there, pumping load after load of his warm butter inside her. She would birth so many of his children, she would be like Victori and fulfill her duty to the Prince. And she would love every minute of it. But she hoped on occasion he'd be open to taking her as Victori did now. There was something special about it, taboo and somehow more powerful, that she thoroughly enjoyed. Anal sex was such a turn on.

Margaret had been getting far too aggressive with her own fingering, her body still wrapped to the side of Victori, and she was now groaning heavily into the Queen's bosom. As Isabella now seriously rode the Queen's cock, Margaret came, three fingers churning into her own snatch, pounding her into orgasm. As she did, rather than releasing the Queen's breast, she bit into it, biting her nipple which was now puffy from all the sucking. This in turn was enough to send Victori over the edge, who suddenly gripped the bed linen and thrust her pregnant hips up as high as she could.

"OH HEAVENS I'M CUMMINGGGGG UUNNNNGGGHHHH!!"

Victori exploded, that final thrust upwards enough to release her loaded and churning balls. Isabella felt her cock harden even further before it seemed to expand in pulses, and then release it's warm cum. It shot out in ropes, warm semen splashing her bowels, a deluge of hot girl cum filling her up. Taking the Queen's load was always enough to give Isabella herself an orgasm and she sat down heavily on Victori, her cock as far up her ass as possible, and she gritted through her teeth as she came upon her. Blast after blast was released further deep inside her, the Queen's balls tensed as their magical cum poured within her. Isabella cried out into the night as her pussy dripped like a fountain all over the Queen, covering the base of her shaft and her testicles and no doubt mixing with Victori's own girl cum beneath that.

Poppy also joined all three in orgasming now, and on purpose she bit Victori's other nipple just like Margaret had done. The Queen's eyes rolled back as her orgasm continued on even further, nothing but bestial sounds escaping her lips as another spurt of cum shot out of her dick and into Isabella. Isabella herself knew that the Queen's magical cock was more endowed than a regular man's, and her balls held a vaster quantity as well, but even so the liquid splashing inside her stomach right now seemed far larger than usual. Isabella looked down to see her belly had actually distended and she was bloated from the Queen's cum! She looked almost pregnant with what she was now carrying within her.

She reached down, cradling her swollen stomach as Victori finally finished, her cock still pulsating within Isabella's rear shaft but no longer releasing anymore liquid. The two other girls finally detached themselves from the Queen's breasts, lying on their backs, all three of them smiling and coming down from their sexual high. Isabella could only stroke her stomach, filled to the brim with the Queen's seed, knowing that one day she'd have the Prince's baby in her belly just like this.

Afterwards the girls just lay there, talking idly and giggling over the night's activities, the girls were bid exit by the Queen. She was too tired and worn out to walk all the way down to the bottom of the castle for a bath, so the handmaiden's just bathed her in her own room, washing her down and cleaning her from all their sex. Her cock had retreated inside her as soon as she came, disappearing and hidden only to be drawn forth once more when the Queen used her powers. If anyone saw the Queen naked, they'd never suspect the prize she held above her moist slit.

Isabella, Poppy and Margaret finished bathing the Queen and put her into her bed gingerly, one final round of ointment on her pregnant body arousing all of them but not enough for a second round of activities. All seemed well spent. The three girls would have to go to the washrooms though to clean themselves, a separate chamber used by all the servants in the castle. This time of night the water was bound to be used and cold, but all three of them preferred not to smell like a whorehouse. After throwing their dresses on they bid the Queen a good night.

"Isabella, wait. A moment." The Queen was still awake, lying on her back, her belly jutting out into the night's air. Poppy and Margaret just nodded, telling Isabella they would meet her in the washroom, and departed. When they were gone, Isabella walked up to the side of the bed.

"Is there anything I can do your highness?"

"As much as I wouldn't mind you nestled between my thighs again, I think perhaps we shall leave that for tomorrow. Excellent tongue work by the way. You've come a long way since a rotation. You should be proud."

"Thank you, my Queen. I have an excellent teacher."

"Well, I have been practicing for longer. Even as a child I found the female form alluring. About the time I started flowering I knew what it was that I so desired. Men are... well, to me, a means to an end." She rubbed her swollen belly for emphasis. "Luckily I had a good teacher myself. She was a sorceress, as well as a mentor and guide through my adolescent life. She's the one who showed me what it was I craved, and how to extract it, and how to accept what I am. And she's the one who taught me the magic I know. And you seem to enjoy."

Isabella smiled bashfully. Her belly was still distended from the huge load of cum Victori had put in there an hour before. Her asshole was too well used and practiced though these days to ever tightly seal itself, and she could feel a small dribble running between her cheeks. She was going to have to empty her bowels before she went to bed, otherwise she was going to wake up in a puddle of the Queen's seed.

"Isabella, I did notice tonight when you arrived, that you appeared to already have been enjoying yourself this evening?"

The handmaiden stood still, a coldness running across her body. Oh gods! Had it been that obvious? She had hoped her own sex would have been masked by the fucking with all the girls. The Queen must have seen how wet she already was before she'd fucked her!

The Queen remained neutral, despite Isabella now breaking out in a cold sweat. "Well. Who is he?"

"... the Prince..."

"What?"

"The Prince. Prince Henry. Your grace."

"You are sleeping with the Prince? My word what a scandal!"

"No, no it's not like that!" Isabella was frantic, moving right up to the Queen. "We haven't laid together! I saw him, tonight, as I walked past the baths. He was washing himself. I saw... I saw him wash himself and I... well I saw him washing himself and I-"

"Ah!" The Queen nodded. "I see. So you enjoyed yourself while you watched him hmmmm?"

Isabella could only nod in embarrassment. She felt tears welling in her eyes.

"So... the Prince. You like him?"

Isabella nodded, sniffling, as the tears now clouded her eyes. "Yes my Queen. He is what my heart desires."

"You know, as a handmaiden, that he will never be yours? He is sworn to royalty and his kingdom. And he will marry for the best of his Kingdom. That is not you. He does not even know you exist."

"HE WILL! HE WILL KNOW I EXIST AND HE WILL MARRY ME! I LOVE HIM!" Even Isabella was shocked by how angry she had become. Never had she said anything like that out loud, nor did she even understand the strength of her own conviction. The Queen to her credit took the outburst with grace. She sat there as Isabella panted, the Queen studying the girl, letting her reign herself back in. This was after all why the court loved her. Her ability to study, even in the face of emotion, and make a smart decision.

"Isabella, that bookshelf in the corner. Second shelf. The large tome with the red spine. Fetch it and bring it to me."

Isabella panted, wiping her eyes and nose with the back of her sleeve. She nodded, even more embarrassed and left the side of the bed to retrieve the book. She found it exactly where the Queen said. It was huge, thick and filled with hundreds of pages, clasped together with a deep red spine. There were some strange runes written on the front, undecipherable to Isabella. She had a rudimentary knowledge of language, enough to understand basic words and phrases, but this was not the writings from her Kingdom. She brought the tome over to the Queen, who took it and placed it on her belly.

"This book was given to me by my mentor. Her name was Maggie. I possessed some affinity for the art of witchcraft but to me it never appealed. I was more interested in politics, the court, dancing, girls. I learned what I needed too but I was a horrible student." Victori hefted the book. "Inside here is everything someone needs to know about becoming a Sorceress. Every spell, from creating fire to turning a man into a snake, every concoction to make one invincible or hidden from all sight is in here. There is even the knowledge of how to summon greater forces for when you need the true power of magic."

The Queen handed the book to Isabella. "I want you to have this."

Isabella was stunned. "My Queen! I can't-"

"You can and you will. I doubt you possess any magical ability. However for a simple spell such as a love potion, hopefully there is something within you that will allow that to come pass."

The Queen was helping her! "Are you serious? You would you do this for me?"

The Queen shrugged. "Why not? You're a good girl Isabella. This is what you want. Besides as long as you treat magic with respect it will treat you the same. I trust you. I don't typically know what you see in the boy, or any boy for that matter besides a cock to get you pregnant, but that's for you to understand."

Isabella took the book, feeling the weight again. She undid the clasp and began to flip through the pages. She understood some of the words, but some she had no idea what they stood for. She would need help translating. All the pages seemed to be titled. One page was titled "Living Dead". Creepy. One said "Transformation Body". She would have to spend some time to find the one's about making a Prince fall in love with her. There were hundreds of pages!

"My Queen, I don't know what to say. Thank you, oh thank you!" Isabella knelt over and gave her a kiss. Victori returned it, their lips meeting, and she held her deeply. When they broke apart, the Queen just winked. "If you do make this work, I hope you will still come to visit me like we do right now."

"Oh of course! I would want nothing less. You have given me so much and I think of you not only as my Queen but a dear friend."

The Queen was pleased with that. "Well, you best be going and get studying." Isabella bounded away, happy and excited. As she reached the door the Queen's words rang out from the bed. "And remember my dear, a man my love you for your body and your wit, but he will only true admire you if you give him a child. No matter what, put a baby in your belly as soon as you can. No magic lasts forever!"

X x x x x x x x x x x x x

The next few months in the castle were a whirlwind of activity. The seasons changed; the gentle green hills of the kingdom became white with snow. The sun was fleeting, and so with it the warmth. The clouds seemed to always hold within themselves these days a fresh cover of snow to replace what was ever lost the day before. Travelers became fewer in the castle as roads became closed and people opted to stay within their villages to wait out the coldest part of the rotation.
In the castle itself though, there was much excitement. Queen Victori delivered her child to King Horace of Koralin directly on schedule and to the date the doctors had deduced. A brand new, healthy Prince entered the royal court, where he was promptly named Taro and became the talk of the Kingdom. Horace was ecstatic, declaring a nationwide holiday and a reprieve on taxes for a week. His citizens rejoiced. Prince Henry remained the crown Prince, and was said to be quite enamored of his younger brother as well. Victori was an ever doting mother and often took care of the duties of raising her child herself, only letting her three handmaiden's help when needed.

For Isabella however it was a frustrating time. Her understanding of language was severely hampering her progress in the magical realm. She was often barely unable to read a page, sometimes only understanding a few words here or there while the rest looked like gibberish. The other problem was the book was written in several languages, including the high elvish language from across the sea to the elden tongue spoken by only the ancestors and now long forgotten. Well, no one alive Isabella knew. Even Victori was little help. Often they would talk when they were alone, Isabella asking for help but Victori was unable too.

"I learnt what I needed, no more. What you need is a Sorceress or a Mage. Even a scholar."

One of these would have been able to help. But they were rare to be seen, let alone arrive in court during this time of the year. If she had been able to find one they may have been able to translate everything for her, teach her spells, set her off on the right path. But it was not too be. Besides learning how to grow a cock, it turned out that Victori was next to useless. She thought she could work around a few with the spells with her limited language skills, but that was the problem with casting: she had absolutely zero magical ability.

She'd tried a mid-range spell for the first couple of weeks. Trying to cast light. Hours and hours had she stood in her room, going over and over the spell, with no result. Defeated she had dropped to an easier spell, than an easier one, and then the simplest she could find: to cast a spark. After nearly a month she could do it, but only after sweating profusely for hours and concentrating single mindedly. Her worst fears were being realized: even if she could learn a spell to make Henry fall in love with her, she may never be able to cast it.

Even Henry seemed to have disappeared from her life. He and Sir Michael were rarely seen walking amongst the castle. Occasionally they would venture out on horseback to do some hunting during the rare hours of daylight in the snow, but even then, they would return promptly. The weather was keeping everyone indoors. They kept to themselves, practicing sword fighting or playing cards in the hall or up in Henry's bed chambers drinking and lounging about. Isabella hadn't been able to sneak a peek at him bathing since that first time, and her frustration at the situation was mounting.

She had been troubled by this thought for weeks about her lack of progress and it was starting to come to a head. Working for Victori kept her mind off things as best she could, as well as their daily sexual congress. But Isabella craved Henry, and she was becoming more and more open about it. Especially now that her chance to make the goal happen was in reach. Impatience was setting in and making her moody.

Today though a large entourage had braced the cold winter's day and had set out from the castle. The King and Queen were accompanied by the Prince and a retinue of soldiers guarding them all, as well as courtiers, statesmen and the King's council. They were to travel north for two days, reaching their Kingdom's borders, where they were to receive a caravan of royalty from the Empire of Logicia. Queen Skye had reached out to King Horace, for what details Isabella did not know, but it seemed to be a huge deal. There were whispers of pacts, deals and marriages, but that was all standard court gossip. She suspected she would know the full details when both parties met on the border. Even Victori was keeping hush.

And so, they travelled in carriages through snow laden roads, through forests and down through the valleys, the soldiers on horseback on every side. The King and his council rode in a separate carriage in the lead, discussing politics and strategy. There was a second carriage in the middle, which other higher-ranking members of the court occupied, annoyed they weren't in the first carriage and no doubt scheming to find a way into the King's inner circle. The last carriage was for the Queen and her handmaiden's. Poppy had stayed behind in the castle, wet nursing the new young Prince, happy to be home in the warmth. Isabella and Margaret rode with the Queen on this journey, their carriage secure. Armed and defended from any attack, with the windows and doors fully locked, it kept the warmth and made sure no eyes could look in. Perfect for a long ride with nothing to do.

Victori, as always, made sure they made good use of their time. Her libido was as ravenous as during her pregnancy, and often she would fuck herself into exhaustion. Her stamina had returned since the birth and she could go for hours, quickly outdoing the girls every time. Luckily between the three girls they were able to take turns with her, but they still got their exercise out of it. Isabella was starting to lose all the weight around her hips, slimming down. She didn't mind that actually. But with only the two of them on this trip, it was difficult to keep the Queen sedated. Isabella was starting to think the Queen's consistent use of sexual magic may have something to do with it.

As it was right now, the Queen sat on the couch along the back of the carriage, her dress pulled up to her hips, her lady cock rigid and striking to the sky, her balls the size of oranges, churning with cum inside. Victori kept her cock at all times now, except for her nights with the King, where she would magic it away. Isabella suspected the King still had no idea what the Queen was capable of. He seemed to be a bit of an old fool when it came to woman. Merely a womb for Prince's. Isabella was seated upon the Queen, her own dress pulled aside, and currently had most of the length of Victori's cock speared within her ass. Isabella felt the warmth of the cock within her, spreading her insides, feeling content and full as she always did these days when Victori was inside her. She no longer needed any stimulation on her cunt or her little nub at the top to cum; ass fuckings alone brought her always over the edge.

Despite that though Margaret was on her knees, bent before the two women, her face buried within the two girls thighs. She was alternating between the two girl's cunts and Victori's balls, lapping and sucking and fondling them over and over again, while Isabella rode her Queen like a rider on a horse. She bounced up and down on her shaft, her cock ramming itself within her intestines, as the carriage continued on along the muddy road.

"What is... uuunnngghhh... what is Queen Skye - oh fuck, just there... what is Queen Skye like?" Isabella was just able to get out her words as she pistoned herself up and down on the Queen's cock. The constant movement and jostling from the carriage was adding to her own pleasure, the unexpected lurches allowing the young handmaiden to bury herself even further on top of the Queen. A particularly sizeable bump had let all ten, thick inches of Victori's cock reach as far inside her as was capable, and Isabella could feel her pussy dripping from the ambush. She'd grabbed Margaret's head, who had just been steadily suckling on Victori's balls for the last few minutes, and guided her back up to her slit, where she was delightfully sucking up her juices.

"She's a warrior Queen. It's been a matriarchal society for centuries. The Queens maintain their position through warfare, be it within their own ruling families or attacking the neighboring lands... oh, that's it, your ass is so loose for me now, I bet I could stick both my fists through you! Mmmmm, Margaret, suck my balls again, I want to put a huge load inside Isabella. That's it, just like that, suckle them mmmmmmm... anyway, where was I? Oh yes, Queen Skye. The last couple of rulers of Logicia have been reprimanded for conceived weakness from within. Their lands have shrunk, civil wars devastated them, and now famine have hit the country. Skye took control by rallying many of the remaining families and killing the last Queen and her standing army. It was said so much blood was spilled on that night that the rivers in the Empire ran red for a week."

Victori gave each of Isabella's ass cheeks a firm slap, watching the flesh roll from the newly red hand prints on the handmaiden's rear. Isabella had her hands on Victori's thighs, using them to help with leverage as she continued to pound herself on the Queen's cock. She moaned with every thrust, enjoying the delight of being filled back there and stretched out. She couldn't wait to ride Prince Henry's cock just like this. Soon, she told herself. She'd find the right translation soon.

Margaret, an apple sized testicle being hungrily devoured between her lips, had snaked a hand underneath Victori's turgid ball sack to find Victori's wet slit. Just as precum was leaking out of the tip of her cock inside Isabella, her own girl cum was sloshing out of her cunt, dampening her ball sack and inner thighs. Margaret let her fingers roam up before she inserted two fingers quickly inside her slit, slipping inside with ease thanks to Victori's arousal. Now it was the Queen's turn to moan as all of her was being aroused simultaneously.

"What... urgghhnn... does the Queen... urghhhh fuck... Look like? Fuck I'm so close." Isabella could feel the orgasm rising deep inside her. It was never as quick when she was fucked in her rear. It was always slower, taking time, but it was always infinitely more powerful than if she was just eaten out or her pleasure nub played with. The orgasm was always stronger, lasted longer, and left her in a fit of delirium. She could only imagine what an orgasm would be like when she would lose her proper virginity. To lose it to Prince Henry's cock inside her, blasting her womb with his seed...

"Good Isabella, I'm going to make you cum ever so much with my cock. That's it, my good girl, ride me. Don't stop. Bounce upon your Queen's cock like a good girl... The Queen, as you asked, has been mistaken for a man on a few occasions. But don't let that fool you, I hear when she is properly bathed and in courtly attire, she can be a thing of beauty. But primarily she is known to only wear her battle armor, sword by her side and her hair a stormy mess. Her strength is known to rival that of any knight." Victori reached up now, her hands encircling Isabella's waist, to find those firm orbs mounted high upon her chest. And find them Victori did, giving each breast a firm squeeze, before she found the little nubs pointing out on each of them. Putting both of them between her forefinger and thumb, she pulled, eliciting a gasp from Isabella.

"Oh my Queen! Oh, they're so sensitive!" Victori's momentary assault on her nipples had stopped their fucking, Isabella paused halfway up on the Queen's cock. A quick thrust of Victori's hips however drove her cock back up Isabella's rear, which promptly reminded her to get back to her duty. Isabella once again resumed her fucking of Victori, gasps and mutterings of "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" spilling out of her lips as Victori refused to let go of her nipples.

"The Queen's lust for battle is only matched by her want for flesh. She's been described as a deviant by many, but she's just a woman in a man's world. No one cares about a King having multiple wives or his own harem. It's said Queen Skye will go through ten to twenty women a night! Oh yes, thankyou Margaret, just like that, knead my balls. They're so heavy and full!" Margaret had moved on to Victori's neglected testicle now, while with the other she kneaded the free orb with her hand which currently wasn't buried in the Queen's snatch. As Margaret kneaded that fleshy sack, she could even hear the sloshing of cum, ready to be released soon into Isabella's ass.

"W-w-women? Y-y-your ma-jes-ty?" Isabella was breathing hard. Victori pulled her nipples even harder, making tents of her breasts. The little handmaiden was becoming quite the little pain slut. The Queen felt her cock swell with the thought of exploring that further.

"Of course, my dear. She's the head of a matriarch. You didn't think they brought me, and my wonderful handmaiden's all the way here just to be pretty window dressing? We are to ensure the deal between our two nations goes forward, by any means necessary!"

Victori felt it now. The unmistaken clench of Isabella's ass. Her fingers digging tightly into her thighs. The holding of her breath. Isabella leaned back, arching her back, her head alongside Victori's now, as she finally tipped over to orgasm. She grunted, sweated, like a woman possessed as her whole body shook through it, pleasure coursing through her. Victori pulled her nipples even harder and with a snap released them. Isabella's eyes bulged before they rolled back into her head, grunting through a higher wave of orgasm as her knees buckled and she laid firmly on Victori's chest.

The sight of Isabella breaking was enough to push Victori over. Anytime her girls came was like an addiction to her. It always made her want to blow her load the second she saw them collapse into joy. Margaret pushed four fingers now into Victori's snatch, her sucking of the Queen's balls warm and delicious, and Victori felt her orgasm hit. From her sack the cum sloshed and shot out, racing up her turgid length, causing it to expand even further within Isabella's already abused sphincter. It ran all the way up and exploded out of the tip, shooting out into the handmaiden's bowels like an overflowing river.

Both women cried out into the cabin, not caring about the guards who may have been listening on horseback next to the carriage, as both of them held each other in coital bliss. Isabella came down from her orgasm first, body shaking momentarily, as Isabella's cock shot rope after rope of magical girl cum inside her. Her belly had developed a paunch, slowly rising, so she had a little bit of a fat belly, as the enormity of the orgasm blasted inside her. Finally, when she was starting to look like the early stages of being with child, Victori finally ran out of cum, and exasperated the girls were spent, another solid fucking done for now on their long journey north.

The caravan continued on for the next few hours, the sun dipping down the sky as night approached. Hours had gone by, yet the girls were roughly still in the same position. Margaret had stretched herself out on the far couch by the front of the carriage, dozing lightly under a rug as the carriage continued to trek through the snowy roads. Victori and Isabella were curled up on the back couch, Victori cuddling Isabella like a big spoon. The Queen had fallen asleep straight away after their last fucking, though had failed to remove her magical cock from Isabella's rear. Isabella had let it remain inside her, happy and content rather than it feeling like an intrusion. It felt comfortable and oddly reassuring to have the Queen impaled and resting inside her. Plus it kept her plugged and didn't allow the deluge of girl cum to slide out of her abused and destroyed rear.

While the Queen dozed, Isabella continued to read her book on magic. She'd brought it with her, she was never without it these days, as she continued in her quest to understand and learn. She was reading the page now that the Queen had used, and now used frequently, to allow herself to grow her cock. The Queen had translated the writing as best she could, knowing the incantation of by heart. By using a method of deduction, Isabella would take the words she knew on this page, and apply them to others, trying to crack the languages like a code. So far, it was taking too long.

As she flipped through the pages, her mind still sleepy from her fucking, she saw a few words here and there she recognized. Cock. Penis. Magic. Transformation. Nothing ground breaking. Here and there she found a few she'd been able to discern herself. Fertility. Royalty. Sacrifice. As she got towards the end, she got to the part of the book Victori had warned her about. This was all to do with summoning. Victori had told her tales she had heard of people summoning creatures from beyond. It never went the way they hoped. The beings would either betray them, take their souls or twist the human's commands in a way that would benefit the creature. Isabella snuggled up further into Victori, pushing her ass into the Queen's groin, feeling her cock slide just a little further inside her. With a blanket over them, and Victori's cock keeping her warm inside, Isabella flipped through the forbidden pages.

There were drawings on all the pages, designs of the creatures that would be summoned once the incantations were said and the ritual performed. She saw women with wings and tails, she had heard they were called succubus. There were more traditional demons, all sporting huge cocks the size of a man's leg! There balls fell almost the floor, larger than an adult's head, and she found them most terrifying. There were other beasts as well, orc like creatures, snakes with human features, all designed to erase a foe or provide some elixir for the summoner in question.

As she marveled at the pictures and the writings, she found herself on the last page, somewhere she had never been before. Stunned, she realized it was written in the common tongue! It was fully legible to her! She had not encountered this on any pages in the tome so far. There was an image of what Isabella could only describe as a cloud, with what appeared to be human like body features appearing amongst it. The page was black with gold writing, while the image of the beast itself was blue at the top of the page. Underneath it was the title: Geanee.

Isabella read the description, her heart skipping a beat.

"The Geanee is the most powerful creature, able to grant wishes three to the summoner who calls it forward. Three and three only, from the power to gift life and take it away. Fortunes can be wished for, wisdom, even lovers. But beware! The creature is capricious. The summoner must be strong with their wish, for the Geanee will play games."

Lovers could be wished for! Isabella didn't even care for that final warning. Her goal could be granted by the Geanee! Below that description was the ritual. One was required to be naked, covering their body in a serious of tattoos, before casting the Geanee forth with a simple spell to be done at midnight. Isabella could do that!

Before she could read any further, she felt Victori stir behind her. She slammed the book shut, heart thundering in place, as she placed the book on the ground, pretending to be asleep. Her heart couldn't stop pounding, and now she felt herself covered in sweat. This was it! This was her chance!

Victori draped an arm over her belly, her head snuggling into her neck. She placed a few soft kisses upon it, letting Isabella fake waking up with a yawn. The Queen wiggled her hips ever so slightly, reminding herself of where her cock was still buried. "Mmmmmm, I had the most wonderful dream my dear Isabella."

"Did you my Queen?"

"You were there. I dreamt we were in a field in summer, back in my home country, surrounded by flowers that smelled of lavender." The Queen's hand which had been draped over Isabella's stomach now passed down between her thighs. "I dreamt you sported your own girl cock like me, and we fucked and fucked, making each other pregnant, lying together content with bulging bellies full of life." Victori's fingers now lay atop Isabella's slit, playing with her nub. Isabella only groaned in delight. "Too bad it is not meant to be. However I see my cock has not left your rear. I guess your ass has become it's true home."
And on the carriage rode, Victori slamming her cock once again into Isabella's broken rear.

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Isabella squatted behind a tree in the forest, all alone. The sun was setting and dark shadows played across through the thick trunks, the snow falling softly between them. She was covered head to toe in warm coats and furs, however she'd had to lift a few up as she bent over in the forest, emptying herself. They had finally arrived at the meeting point at the border an hour ago, nestled between two sloping hills in the forest. The track cut through the trees, with a small clearing allowing both sides to set up camp with room to spare. Queen Skye had been there first, greeting King Horace with each other's entourage, before formalities were brushed aside. With the snow setting in and darkness coming, it was a priority for everyone to get set up first for the night and the freezing cold, rather than diplomacy.

For Isabella though that meant getting rid of the massive amount of cum currently swirling around inside her. Victori had pumped so much inside her in the last few days, Isabella thought she was going to burst. When she was naked in the carriage, she had looked almost six months pregnant, sporting a swollen belly in every position she sat or stood up in. Margaret was not so bad, she'd only taken a few royals loads, mainly acting as a third to Victori and Isabella's fuckings. It had been fine when Victori had kept her cock inside Isabella, but when she had flopped it out occasionally for Margaret to suck upon or impale the other handmaiden, Isabella had been a timed explosion waiting to happen. Thanks to the constant fuckings and abuse her ass received, proper closure of her sphincter was a thing of the past.

The Queen though had something for that. She always kept her ears open for anything new in the way of sexual congress or machines designed to enhance pleasure. She'd had a blacksmith in the castle make a few objects for her, after listening and discussing about them with a few travelling Princesses some months back. Using the second hand design knowledge, the Queen had termed them plugs. After all it was an appropriate use of the word. Carved in steel, they were orb shaped, the size of a lady's fist, with a flanged handle at the bottom. They were designed to be inserted into a woman's rear, which was not only pleasurable, but also acted as a barrier for any escaping liquids which could pour out.

The handmaidens had gotten used to wearing their plugs now, and for Isabella they had come in handy during the long ride her. Now as she squatted in the forest, away from the camp, she'd removed her plug with a sigh and let all of the Queen's cum spill out of her ass.

She didn't even need to push, the cum just came soaring out of her. It soaked the snow underneath her, melting it, still magically warm and sticky, as her belly began to slowly deflate as it escaped her. It was like a river of white goo was escaping her bowels, and she sighed with relief, as the pressure within her eased off. For minutes she was like a faucet, a tap whose water was royal girl cum, as she groaned into the evening air. She had to admit, being as depraved like this, was a little pleasurable. As she continued to empty herself, her agitation at her recent discovery resurfaced in her mind.

She'd had no more time to look at the book since she had discovered the Geanee yesterday, which was driving her mad. She was literally able to achieve her goal now. All she needed was to be free at night and make her wishes. She had hope that tonight she would be able to sneak out, while everyone dozed, and perform the ritual in the forest. The Prince himself was here, still hovering around his father. Sir Michael was in charge of the guard and was taking himself very seriously, which meant that it was the first time Isabella had seen the two not inseparable since her time at the castle. That meant it would be the perfect time on this trip to cast her wishes. She'd be able to enter the Prince's tent undisturbed as well!

Maybe tonight it would happen. The Prince would be hers. Maybe he'd take her into his bed, unsheathe his royal cock, and impale her with it. She'd lie there as they rutted, their bodies becoming one as he blew his seed into her, coating her womb with his cum and making her pregnant this very night. It was so close to becoming a reality.

Isabella felt herself finally feel like she was empty of the Queen's cum, as her belly returned back to relative normal. Globs of white cum dripped from her hole, but no longer was it the river it had been. Deciding it was good enough, she wiped herself clean with fresh snow not covered in cum, and grabbing the handle of her plug, reinserted it back inside her. It was thick and expanded her insides with pleasure, and Isabella felt the reassuring presence of something once again nestled inside her. Gods, the Queen had turned her into such a butt whore! There was nothing she could do about it now. All of her pleasure now came from that rear hole.

Pulling her skirt back down and throwing her coats around her, Isabella trudged back through the snow to the clearing and the two sets of camps. As she returned, she observed that all of King Horace's tents were now up. The carriages formed a perimeter around the edge of the clearing, with five large canvas tents inside them. Queen Sky had done the same, with her carriages outside of three smaller tents and then a massive one in the middle. It was far larger than anything King Horace had brought. Isabella guessed it could have held everyone from both parties comfortably inside. No doubt a show of power to the King's people. Guards on both sides patrolled the clearing, with more guards posted outside the entrance of every tent. It was a large affair, grander than Isabella had realized, with nearly a hundred people milling about in the clearing.

Isabella spotted the King and Queen near a tent on their side, with the Prince and a few courtiers hanging around in a group, all of them discussing something. Isabella caught Margaret standing off to the side of the Queen so she hurried over to join her. As she reached the other handmaiden's side, giving her a quick smile, she caught up on what was happening.

The King seemed to be nervous as he talked to Queen Victori. "Are you sure?"

"Horace, my Darling, of course I am. This isn't the first time I've done this."

"Their methods can be... unorthodox."

"So am I when I need to be. Remember the party that came from Phillipia? Remember how I brought them into our court. Flexibility is something second nature to me." Without even seeing her face, Isabella knew Victori would be smiling. Isabella's ass twitched and puckered in a positive response to that statement. She could tell Margaret was silently nodding in agreement as well.

"Very well. We leave this in your hands. Remember what we need."

"I have not forgotten Darling." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Look out for your father dear son, he grows ever so anxious in his old age."

"Yes, Mother. Come Father let us go into the warmth by the fire." The King grumbled a good luck and was led away by the Prince, who tossed a wink to the Queen. The Queen watched them go before turning back to her handmaiden's.

"Well ladies, it's as expected. Queen Skye will only deal with a woman; hence I shall be negotiating the treaty in the King's place. You will come with me. We are summoned now." And with a flourish of her coat the Queen headed off for the large tent, handmaiden's and two guards falling in line behind her.

The short walk to the tent was stopped by two of Queen Skye's own guard, with one stepping inside to announce Victori. The flap of the tent's entrance was parted and with a gulp of air, the Queen headed in, Margaret and Isabella following, leaving their own two guards outside.

The tent was huge inside, with two poles erected within to give the space a huge open feeling. A fire lay in the middle, keeping the tent decidedly warm, while the smoke billowed out into the night air through an opening in the tent. The snow had been cleared all along the ground and rugs laid down everywhere. Cushions, mattresses and beds lay all atop them, providing a comfort anywhere where one decided to sit.

The room was full of servants, mostly women but a few men here and there, all dressed in standard brown robes and sandals. They were warm inside the tent but outside they would have froze. They were all beautiful, clearly the pick of their country, and Isabella guessed they also doubled as Skye's harem. They seemed to be still setting up, moving things around and preparing everything to the Queen's specifications.

Speaking of which, the Queen stood in the middle of the tent by the fire. And what a formidable woman she was. She was taller than Victori by at least a head, with dark braided hair that fell down to her bottom. She wore silver ceremonial armor, covering her from the neck down, with gold inlay and a star constellation emblazoned upon her chest. A longsword was strapped to her back, and Isabella had no doubt that she knew how to wield that weapon. The Queen's dark eyes sat sunken on her face, with a tanned mocha skin that was unusual in this part of the world. She wore a grin, teeth flashing brilliant white, that made Isabella feel both scared and intrigued, like a hunter chasing it's prey. She was the most formidable and inspiring woman Isabella had ever seen.

"Queen Victori, it is a pleasure to be having you in this tent of mine. Thank you for blessing upon my peoples the gift of this audience." Queen Skye bowed.

"The pleasure is all mine your highness." Victori followed with her own bow. "It is wonderful our two great nations can meet like this in a time of peace. We have met before, once, back in my father's kingdom when I was but a girl."

"Yes I am remember. We traded the use of my army for food. We had suffered a very terrible crop that season. Your father was very kind."

"Thankyou, your Highness. Your common tongue has come a long way as well. When we last met, you were incapable of speaking it."

"It has helped knowing the language of all the nations, rather than being... insular, as we once were. Please, have a seat."

Queen Skye gestured to a few cushions before the fire, which Victori accepted. She sat down, while Margaret and Isabella took up standing positions behind her. Skye sat down on a stool before Victori, clearly unable to go in lower in her heavy armor.

"We have discussed your arrangement amongst ourselves, Queen Victori. We find it most favorable. There are some concessions however we must address."

"Of course, there must always be a discussion. Please, go ahead."

"We cannot give you the date we ask for. It falls for us on a religious holiday. Religion and the Gods are sacred amongst my people, so you shall come to learn. It must be pushed back a month."

"That shouldn't be an issue I don't think. We are happy to help you in that regard."

"Excellent. One bad that we must discuss is the amount of troops you wish to use. Fifteen thousand is too many. We have not that to spare. We can give eight."

"The King was very particular on that point I'm afraid."

"I am not speaking to the King. I am speaking to you. Do you not run your own household or are you but his servant?"

"I am neither. I am a Queen. Fifteen is needed for the current skirmishes we are finding ourselves involved in with our neighbor. This Queen demands fifteen. Not eight."

Queen Skye leaned back, studying Victori for a moment. "...hmmmm. Very well. When it comes time to the discussion, if you win, fifteen it is. If I lose, it shall be eight."

Victori nodded. "Agreed." Isabella was confused however. Time for discussion? Weren't they doing that now?

"One thing on our end Queen Skye, we wish for it to be your daughter Erica, not Tristana."

Skye seemed to regard this for a moment. "Tristana is the elder... but you have heard the rumors I am guessing about her?"

"We have heard the rumors about her and the orc. Apparently, they make quite the pair. But I would not want a sullied princess with a cunt the size of a cave caused by such a creature's phallus. We wish for Erica."

Skye nodded. "Fair. Then the troops will be our point of discussion. I trust you have being told of our customs properly?"

"I have your majesty, but I always like to hear it from the horse's mouth."

"Very well, let us ready ourselves while we talk."

Skye rose and motioned for her servants to come over to here. Four appeared straight way. Skye held up her arms like a cross while the servants began to undo straps and binding, removing the Queen's armor. Victori nodded to her own handmaiden's, who walked up beside her. "Girls, I need you to disrobe me."

"What?" Margaret stuttered. "My Queen, are you sure?"

"We are about to begin the discussions. This is their custom. Disrobe me."

Both handmaiden's were incredulous but obeyed the order. Victori stood. They stripped the Queen quickly, who was only wearing thick fur coats and a green robe underneath. Victori stood there, a blonde queen with pale skin, unblemished and naked by the fire light. Her cock was gone, leaving her to appear as a natural woman to those who knew no better.

Queen Skye eyed her down, smiling and licking her lips. She was completely encased in armor, slowly being tugged out of it by the servants. Shoulder bells and forearms were being thrown on the ground, to be picked up by any servant not doing anything.

"You would be a snack in my country Queen. A biscuit to be devoured after hunting and roasting a pig."

"We shall see, your highness."

"A hairless cunt too. Such strange customs in your land. It makes you look like a child." Queen Skye laughed at her own joke. "Let us talk about the discussion then. As you understand the rules are simple. We are an empire of combat, only those whose women can match us in battle shall ever command our respect. There will be one match of thirty minutes. She who wins will have the more favorable terms. But only if both contestants are matched in their fighting prowess. If I dominate you so utterly, we shall walk away and turn our backs on your nation in disgust."

"You talk a big game. I hope you live up to it."

Queen Skye seemed to be insulted by that. She spat something in her native tongue to the servants, before knocking one away and untying her own belt. She seemed eager to begin. Victori however had begun to close her eyes, chanting to herself quietly. It was an all too familiar chant for Isabella. Was magic allowed in this form of combat, or discussion, or whatever it was? Was it acceptable for her to have a cock?

Sky was finally free of her armor, leaving only her chainmail on underneath. She lifted her hands up and the servants pulled it off, finally leaving her just as naked as Victori. Isabella was stunned however. If Skye had intimidated her before, now she was terrifying. The woman bordered on the obscene muscular. Her shoulders were wide and carved from stone, with a stomach that showed her abominable muscles off in the fire light. A pair of delicious breasts, which looked out of place on the woman, hung pert from her chest, with sinew and tendons just visible, leading down her sides. Isabella had never seen such hair on a woman either. Her arms were thick and black, as were her legs, while a treasure trail ran down from her belly button to the thick jungle between her legs. Isabella doubted there were as many men as thick as Skye. Tattoos ran across her body, covering most of her, all different styles of stars and constellations which Isabella guessed was of a religious nature. Skye just smiled as she stood there, the hunter released.

"I am a warrior. A Queen. I am the strongest in my nation. You best give me an honest fight!" She pointed directly at Victori. Victori continued to chant but opened her eyes slowly. With a final, loud, chant, Victori raised her arms to the heavens, and her cock sprang forth from it's hiding place above her slit. Victori had made a different chant than her usual, and this time her cock was bigger than ever. It hung down to her knees such was its length, and it was as thick as a man's bicep. It was turgid and veiny, rock hard like steel, with a matching pair of balls that strained against her sack the size of her own head. The whole cock and balls were so large Victori had to spread her legs wide just to accommodate it all. Her cock throbbed, halfway up, precum already leaking as Victori grabbed it by both hands smiling. However her merriment was short lived as she noticed Skye seemed unimpressed by it all.

Queen Skye just cocked her head to the side. "I see you have been gifted in the arts like most royalty. So I have I. I have learnt all I could since becoming Warmaster of my clan, than later Queen. Your cock is impressive... for a beginner." Skye closed her eyes now and began chanting herself, her arms dropping straight by her side. Victori was nervous as she stood there, gripping her member, anxious about what the Queen meant. In less than a minute Queen Skye was done, and mimicking Victori, she raised her hands up and shouted to the heavens.

From her bush, nestled above her slit, Isabella gawked as two cocks sprang forth! She could only gasp at the sight as two meaty, veiny, thick monsters grew out from the same place, one above the other. They matched Victori in size and girth, with an even more formidable sack of balls growing to hang beneath the cocks, hairy and monstrous. The sheer weight of the cocks and balls seemed to throw Skye a little off balance but she regained her composure quickly, adjusting to the new weight at her groin. Here the Queen stood, a wicked smile on her face, as the two cocks rose up hard, pointing to the sky. Ready for battle.

Victori could only look on in amazement at the other Queen. Isabella saw her own Queen's cock had actually hardened a little and risen. Despite the Queen's desperation, she was getting aroused. Isabella thought nothing less of the blonde beauty.

Isabella still had no idea what was going on. This discussion seemed to be some form of magical combat. Two women with cocks and they seemed ready to wrestle. What sort of tradition was this!?

With both women standing there, massive cocks erect, balls sloshing about between their legs, they began. Skye ran forward first, moving as quick as she could, her massive packages preventing her from reaching top speed however. Cocks bounced up and down before her, her sack swinging forward and slamming back into her knees. She could see a little pain on her face from every time they were knocked about. Victori however was more cunning. She reached down and tucked her balls behind her thighs, so they were squished up behind her legs and out of the way, leaving just her cock pointing forward. As Skye came at her, she knelt down and sprung forward, catching the Queen quicker than she had anticipated. Both women fell to the ground, a mess of arms, legs, cocks and balls.

Isabella guessed Sky had been caught off guard by Victori, who had assumed this was going to be an easy fight with the small, thin, blonde Queen. Not so. As they wrestled on the ground, Victori got around and on top of Skye's back, clinging around her waist with one hand. With the other she had one of Skye's balls in her hands, and was twisting. Skye howled into the air, trying to push herself off the ground. She managed to tip Victori off her back and scrambled up on all fours, wincing in pain. Victori however lay crouched on the ground, studying her opponent. Skye moved forward again, with Victori once again jumping to close the distance. However, this time Sky was not caught off guard. Using the girl's momentum coming at her, she got hold of Victori and threw her, crashing the blonde Queen into the dirt. Victori wasn't quick enough and Skye pounced on top of her, crushing her to the ground with her body weight.
"You have some skills Queen. You are not coward like I thought. But I am warrior. I take what is mine." With one arm pinning Victori's neck to the ground, Skye had taken her free hand and was spreading Victori's ass cheeks. "This ass will be mine highness. I will have it by the time we finish discussion." Skye plunged two fingers now inside Victori's rear, pushing inside her as deep as she could go.

"FFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!" Victori squealed out, Isabella guessing in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Skye just looked down upon her victim, smiling, as she continued to finger fuck the Queen's ass. Isabella could see precum dripping out of both of her cocks, splashing down onto Victori's back. Skye closed her eyes, moaning to herself, as she even began humping on top of Victori's back, enjoying her commanding position of power above her. She plunged three fingers in, then four, making short work of the Queen's rear.

However that turned out to be her undoing. With her fist all inside her rear, that left Victori in a surprising position of reversal. Using the last of her strength, Victori rolled underneath Skye. Skye was forced to go with her, her hand lodged still inside of Victori's ass, as the girls once again rolled along the carpeted floor. Skye ended up on her side with Victori behind her, Victori grasping her in a bear hug just like she'd done to Isabella on the carriage ride her. With her gripping Skye like a big spoon, she bucked her hips back and thrust.

Her cock was so large there was nothing Skye could do. The full mushroom head of her erect cock went straight into Queen Skye's cunt, stretching her out before Victori slammed as much as she could inside her in one go. She must have hit her cervix and then continued through because there was no way Isabella guessed that all of that cock could fit inside one woman. Her belly expanded from the size of the thing within her, and Isabella could see the cock near her belly button as Victori bottomed out.

The assault on her pussy caused Skye to cry out, and her cocks erupted. Cum flew out of them like a waterfall, spraying all over the tent. It jettisoned out so quickly it hit the ceilings, the walls, any servants who got in the way. It missed Margaret and Isabella, though secretly the young handmaiden wished it had hit her. She wondered if Queen Skye's own magical cum was anything like Victori's. Victori battered away, not stopping as she clung on to Skye's chest, pounding her meaty cock within the slick folds of Skye's cunt. Skye could only scream in pleasure as she suffered through her orgasm, her balls contracting and squeezing as they released all their fluid down the twin shafts of their Queen.

Skye however only had to wait to play the long game. As her orgasm subsided, Victori's grew. Her cocks fueled by magic, they never diminished, waiting for the Queen currently hammering her cunt to spray forth her own seed. And spray she did. Victori grunted, blonde hair matted to her sweaty body, as she plunged one final time deep within Skye, cock all the way to her belly button, and blew her load. She gritted her teeth, grunting like a pig, as rope after rope of cum exploded into the stretched womb of her adversary.

Knowing now was her chance, Skye broke free of her tormentor's grip and got onto all fours, while Victori was frozen in delight. The cock slipped out of Skye's snatch, still dribbling it's precious cum, as Victori fought to control her body, but the spasms were making it impossible. Skye, with full control now, grabbed Victori and threw her on her chest. She put one foot on her head, pushing her face into the carpet, leaving her completely submissive to Skye. The warrior Queen now grabbed one of Victori's wrists and brought it all the way behind her back, locking her in place and leaving Victori in pain.

Finally, with her two great cocks ready and positioned behind her like a dog, Skye inserted one cock into her pussy and the other into her ass. Victori just howled again as another orgasm built upon the one she was currently going through. Her cock exploded once again, shooting more cum out, while her pussy soaked itself. "I told you this ass would be mine Queen!" Skye continued to push forward until her hips hit Victori's ass, both members splitting the Queen in half, filling her up inside like nothing had ever done before.

This is how the "discussion" went for the next half an hour. One Queen would regain control, fuck the other until she would have a mind-blowing orgasm, only for the other to regain control and fuck her back. It changed hands so many times Isabella lost count, but on the whole it was an even pitched battle. As the time finally began to run out, Skye was on top of Victori, her mouth engulfing the wide flange of the other Queen's member, sucking down as much as she could, while Victori had a fist each in both Skye's pussy and ass, and was fist fucking her to orgasm. As Victori exploded in the mouth of Skye, another huge magical load which she hungrily ate up, Skye came upon Victori's fist and coated her in an rainfall of girl cum. Her two cocks sprayed another thick load onto Victori's belly, who at this point was covered head to toe in sweat and all manner of cock and pussy cum.

The Queen's fell next to each other on the carpet, exhausted, as a gong was struck. "The discussion has been finalized" announced a servant. The two women panted, sucking in air, as servants attended to Queen Skye and the handmaidens ran over to Victori. They helped sit her up, using a few handkerchiefs they had in their pockets to wipe down Victori's face. Her makeup had long washed off, and globules of someone's cum were splattered on her forehead and hair. Victori however only smiled. "I think I held my own there girls. Help your Queen up!"

The handmaidens did as requested. Victori was shaky, and leant upon them, but seemed to be in good spirits. Her cock and balls were slowly beginning to disappear as she stood there. Skye however just sat there on the carpet, legs spread, cock and balls between them, letting servants fuss over her. Cum was still oozing from both slits of her girl cocks onto the carpet. Isabella thought it would take weeks of cleaning to purify this tent. There was cum everywhere!

Skye laughed as she sat there, looking up at Victori. "I have not been fucked like that in a long time. Not since my first wife's sister as a teenager. She was a great fuck. Better than the wife."

Victori just smiled. "Thank you, my Queen. I hope our robust discussion was fruitful."

"I'll say, I'll be cleaning cum out of my hair for weeks!" Victori's smooth skin made wiping her down very easily. For Skye being such a hairy woman, it was going to take a few baths at least to get the cum washed off of her. "I will give you twelve thousand troops. Not fifteen. Twelve. Is that acceptable?"

Victori considered the proposal. "I think we will find that adequate. The deal is struck!"

Skye jumped up, extending her hand, which Victori took. Isabella felt proud of her Queen. She always came through.

"Please, Queen Victori, bathe with me. I know we have fucked like warriors here tonight, but I am woman, so am you. Perhaps we shall see where rest of night happen, yes?"

"It would be an honor."

"Very good, servants will prepare bath. I look forward to meeting my new son in law tomorrow. I hear he is handsome for a man."

Isabella went cold. Son in law? Oh no, oh no no no no. It hit her like a tonne of bricks. This deal was about a marriage contract! Prince Henry was going to marry into Queen Skye's Empire!

As Skye walked off, Isabella couldn't help herself. She turned on Victori. "Is what she saying true? Has the Prince been given?"

Victori could only sigh. "Yes. He has. I am sorry. I know what you had planned, but I cannot stop the wheels of my Empire. This is a great deal which will save the lives of many and ensure our future. I gave you the opportunity with the book, but I cannot stop this now. I'm sorry Isabella. He will not be yours." The Queen stepped away from Isabella, following Skye. Margaret said nothing, following her Queen.

Isabella just stood there, feeling her world crash down around her.

This was it.

It was all over.

Prince Henry was going to marry a Princess of Logicia.

He would be lost to her forever.

She had had her opportunity with the book but she was too stupid to do anything about it! Too dumb! She couldn't read the god damn book, her way to everything she desired!

But maybe it wasn't too late.

The Geanee...

With both Queens leaving to go to the baths, and no one paying attention to her, Isabella slipped out of the tent and into the night.

X x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

Isabella ran through the snow and into the darkness. Tears streamed down her face, and she'd fallen a few times, only to pick herself back up and continue into the ever-thickening wood. The snow had stopped at least, leaving the sky clear as the moon shone it's vibrant light through the canopy. Isabella knew she was getting further and further away from the camp, and could possibly get lost, but she didn't care. She needed to be as far away from there as possible.

Clung to her chest tightly was the magical tome. She'd taken it from her carriage when she'd run from the tent. No guards had stopped her, or questioned what she was doing. She was above reproach, all of them knowing who she was. And most assumed that she was on an errand from the Queen, or possibly needed to release herself once again in the woods. When she came back, she would not be the same woman. That would be certain. Tonight, was the night everything changed.

The snow was thick around her, and her going was slow now. Her legs propelled her forward but she was tiring, her adrenaline waning. Her breath was hot and coming out in steam from her mouth. Her cloak was damp from the snow, while her dress was becoming damp from sweat. Hair matted her face and she was constantly having to brush it out of her eyes.

Eventually she found a parting in the wood. It was by no means a clearing, but the canopy opened up allowing the stars to shine through. A tree had fallen over, crashing to the ground, allowing this brief spot of illumination. Still, the moon was only half full and there would not be enough light to even see the writing on the book. No matter, Isabella was prepared.

Upon the stump of the broken tree Isabella placed the hefty book. A good as spot as any, it was at waist height, and she flipped to the final page: The Geanee. The black pages were indecipherable as she had guessed. No matter. From her cloak she removed a torch, a simple stick with a metal turret on the top. She poured a little oil into it, just enough that it would last for a few minutes. She was far enough away from the campsite now that no one would be able to see her light. Then, using her brand-new knowledge recently obtained from the tome, she reached her hand out, concentrated, and a spark shot forth from her hand.

Nothing. The oil did not light.

Frustrated she tried again. A few sparks shot out this time. One landed on the oil and thankfully ignited it, a small flame erupting forth on top of the torch.

Isabella scowled. How pathetic. But that was going to change.

Using the light from the torch, she passed it over the incantation for the Geanee.

"To call me forth, one must focus their desire singularly. Spill one's blood upon these pages, and tear thy tunic asunder. Be it night, full or dark of moon, and by thy alone. Call forth Arreganol, master of power, and cry forth and appear before the speaker shall I. But be warned: have thy wishes ready, or face the wrath of my immortal impatience."

Well. That seemed straight forward enough. Isabella was a little dubious on the simplicity of it all, especially the fact that it was all written in the common tongue, but she was too far down the hole now to stop. From her hair she removed a pin, one of many within there, and used it to prick her thumb. She winced only a little as the pin broke the skin, allowing a few trickles of blood to come forth. The Geanee had not specified how much blood so she hoped this was enough. She smeared the page with her thumb, top to bottom.

Placing the torch into the snow by her side so it stayed upright, Isabella threw her cloak off and tore her dress at her chest, exposing her breasts. The cold air made her shiver and she could feel her nipples become rock hard from the temperature. She raised her arms up and shouted.

"ARREGANOL, MASTER OF POWER, I CALL YOU FORTH! GRANT MY WISHES!"

The air shook. Unbelievably the temperature seemed to drop further, causing Isabella to shiver uncontrollably. The sky grew dark now as a cloud seemed to pass over, casting the area into a deep shadow. Only the torch illuminated the forest. A wind seemed to roll through, bitter and with purpose, thundering around Isabella causing her to brace herself. She wrapped her arms around her body, knock kneed, as a shape began to appear before her.

She could only describe it as smoke, grey and black, but it formed out of nothing a good height above her. It seemed angry, growing steadily, turning in amongst itself, before expanding once again. Flashes of light seemed to burst forth from within, almost like lightning, allowing Isabella to see the form take shape. It grew till it was maybe two heights of her in length, now deep shades of grey and purple, arcs of light briefly moving through it in bursts. Though it never took a solid form, within it almost looked like a figure stood there, hovering. Four limbs and a head, it's outline briefly seen. Isabella stood in awe of the Geanee.

Once the shape seemed to no longer be expanding, it slowly lowered itself but remained floating in front of Isabella. She couldn't tell if she was shaking from the cold or her own nervousness anymore. She could almost feel the magic floating in the air. It was electric, the hairs on her body standing forth. But this was what she wanted. This was going to change her life.

The Geanee hovered in one spot. Isabella wasn't sure what was to happen next. Perhaps she just began stating her wishes? She opened her mouth but found it dry and hoarse. Coughing, she tried again.

"Arreganol... Geanee. I have come-"

"YOU HAVE SUMMONED ARREGANOL!"

The voice boomed through the forest. Isabella winced, cowering before it. It pierced her body, leaving her feel like a small child before a King. She was intimidated, and still shaking.

"I AM LORD OF WISDOM AND POWER! ALL WISHES THAT ARE GRANTED CANNOT BE UNDONE. CHOOSE WISELY AND SPEAK PLAIN. FOR ONCE SUMMONED I CANNOT BE SUMMONED BY YOU AGAIN!"

Isabella didn't know that, that hadn't been in the book. She'd actually been hoping for a work around there, perhaps constantly summoning the Geanee to fulfill her desires. Or even...

"DO NOT ATTEMPT TO WISH FOR MORE WISHES OR I WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN WHERE YOU STAND!"

Well, that answered that as well. Still though she had prepared three wishes in case that was all she could do.

"STATE YOUR WISHES NOW!"

Well here goes nothing.

"Geanee, here are my wishes!" She cried out to him. The air seemed to become even more violent as the wind returned, tossing her hair about. The trees croaked and groaned. This was it.

"My first wish: I wish to be the most powerful sorceress to ever live!"

The cloud seemed to broil from within, the smoke moving more aggressively. It said nothing so Isabella continued.

"Second: I wish to be made the object of desire to Prince Henry!"

Lightning cracked through the cloud.

"And third and last: make me vibrantly fertile! I wish to be a goddess of fertility!"

The wind was now like a cyclone. Isabella could barely stand through the force of it all. The lightning was now shooting out through the cloud, striking the trees. One exploded, set on fire, the trunk toppling into another and crashing to the ground.

"YOUR WISHES HAVE BEEN GRANTED! MAY THEY BE WHAT YOU DESIRE MERE HUMAN FOR EVERYTHING ALWAYS HAS A COST!"

Isabella cowered, unsure what the Geanee could of meant by that, disturbed by the ramifications. Before she could think on it any further a bolt of lightning shot out and hit her in the chest. She expected to be thrown back, flung across the forest, but there was no force behind it. Instead she felt incredibly hot, her body tingling. Another bolt struck her, then another. And that was it. The wind began to die, the forest began to grow quiet and the cloud seemed to grow smaller.

Light began to seep through the canopy again as the clouds disappeared. The torch had long since gone out since summoning the Geanee, but Isabella could see well enough. The cloud grew smaller but strangely it was becoming more defined. More human. Limbs seemed to be forming now. She could see a head. The figure floated to the forest floor as it took it's final shape. A man stood before her, huge and bulky, with a shaved head and goatee. He was covered in ornate fabrics, with arm braces and a scimitar hanging from his sash. He seemed unaffected by the cold.

He looked upon himself, smiling.

"Thankyou human for releasing me. I have spent some time trapped within those pages. I am free now for a time." He bowed before her. Isabella just stood there, eyeing him. "You're... human?"

"Once. However a deal struck many cycles ago changed all that. Every three wishes granted gifts me freedom for one hundred cycles before I must return to the book. That is the price to pay for power. And so I thank you. And I must be off."

"Wait!" Isabella reached up to grab him. She looked down at her body. Beside the heat she was the same old girl she had been. "My wishes haven't come through! Nothing has changed!"

"I granted you what you wished for. Some perhaps take longer to take shape than others. And you have not tried your powers out."

He was right. She was a sorceress now! She had ultimate power. She ran over to the tome. At long last she would be able to read the pages, and know everything. There was a love spell in here, she knew it. It's why she hadn't wasted a wish on making Henry fall in love with her. Why use the wish on one spell when she could have them all? She grabbed the tome and flipped it open, finding a page at random.

The words were still indecipherable to her.

What?

This shouldn't be the case. She should know all of this.

She turned on the Geanee. "What is this? I asked to be the most powerful sorceress, why can't I read this fucking book still?"

"You just stated it yourself. You asked for power, not wisdom. I gave you power. You can cast any spell from that book with ease. But you did not ask to know what the spells were."

Isabella dropped the book into the snow. She was incredulous. She was angry, upset, shocked and dumbfounded. "You knew what I meant! This isn't what I asked for! Change it back! I WANT TO KNOW!"

"There is no going back. The wishes can't be reversed. I gave you what you asked for, nothing more, nothing less."

The Geanee began to walk away. Oh, not on her life. She charged at him, furious. "How dare you trick me like this!"

The man laughed. Laughed!

"Oh the most powerful sorceress in all the land, and she can't cast a spell. I wonder - what will happen when your other wishes kick in?"

Isabella hesitated mid stride. Oh Gods, what did that mean. The Geanee took his opportunity. "Farewell Isabella, the powerful! Perhaps we shall see each other over the course of the next century. Wouldn't that be fun." And with a flourish of his cape and crackle of lightning from the sky he disappeared. Where he stood was now an empty space and the residue of steam from the melted ice where the lightning had struck.

X x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

Isabella saw the lights ahead of the camp.

It had been an hour now since Arreganol had disappeared. An hour of her being furious at herself and the Geanee. How could she have been this stupid? How could she not have guessed he would have played games?
She had trudged back in the snow, bitter and steaming. Her body had remained warm ever since the lightning had struck her and she seemed to be immune to the weather, but she had thrown on her coat over her torn dress just for propriety in the camp. Her stomach seemed to be doing somersaults in her belly, and her whole body ached. Her skin was also itchy as if her whole body had come out in a rash. Some of these things she put down to just an effect of her misery and anger. But she also knew what else she had wished for. Her body was to change into that which Prince Henry desired. That could be anything if the Geanee had played games.

The camp was awash in light from camp fires all around and through it. Guards milled about them, keeping warm. When she reached the camp she came upon a patrol of her own Kingdom's guards by the edge of the clearing. Nodding to them, she went to pass. However one held up his hand, stopping her. It was Derrick, the one who typically guarded the Queen's chamber. The other was Peter, his companion.

"What brings yah here peasant? You know not too - oh, Isabella?"

Derrick seemed confused as he gazed upon her.

"Yes, what is it Derrick?"

"Nothin' ma'am. Just you look - I didn't recognize yah that's all. Yah hair is it?"

Isabella narrowed her eyes. She reached up, grabbing a lock of her hair. It was bright red, almost the color of fire, brighter than any ginger she had ever seen. Her hair had changed color!

"Wha - yes! I dyed it. It's part of the ritual - of the treaty! Part of the treaty with the Logicians. Do you like it?"

"Why, I guess so ma'am. Different look for yah."

Peter nodded. "Aye it is different aye."

The second wish must have been taking effect! She needed a mirror. "Thank you, boys, but I really must be taking off. Late night, the Queen needs me."

"Aye ma'am. Keep yourself warm, it's a cold one tonight yah."

Isabella was still toasty warm, but nodded in thanks before walking off.

Her stomach felt awful now. Her bones were now a deep ache, as if she was battling a flu. Her pussy as well felt odd and tingly, while the plug in her ass which had long since disappeared from her thought for the last few hours now felt like every movement was both excruciating and arousing. Her nipples were painful and hard, and she felt like she had a headache. These must of all been the side effects of the wish. She hoped there wasn't anything worse about to happen.

As she strolled to her carriage, still carrying the tome to hide it in place, she saw Prince Henry's tent.

Unguarded.

She could walk right in.

No one could stop her.

She stopped there, in the clearing. A decision forming.

There was no guarantee she would have another shot like this. Her last two wishes had been specific: to have the body Prince Henry desired and to be fertile for him. It seemed to of happened or was in the process of happening. She could walk in now, reveal herself, and have him desire her flesh. If she waited, she may not get another chance for a while, and there was no guarantee now she'd ever learn to perform a love spell. Everything had gone wrong tonight. Perhaps this one chance was the Gods throwing her some luck?

The tent stood there, it's entrance calling her forth. With a quick glance around to make sure she was clear, Isabella walked forward having made her decision. Tonight was do or die. She would have her the Prince.

A sharp pain hit her gut out of nowhere as she crossed to the tent, nearly doubling her over. Her groin felt weird, cold, both slimy and sticky. She held her belly, feeling even between the fabric of her coat her stomach rumbling beneath it. Something was definitely wrong. But she was too far down the rabbit hole now. Hoping this illness was temporary, she held her arms across herself as she entered the unguarded tent. She stumbled through, the feeling of her guts falling out underneath her doing nothing to slow down her determination. She passed through a flap on the outside, which lead to a small atrium and another flap, keeping the warmth in and the cold out. A few coats were laying on a cushion, boots kicked off next to it. Two pairs. Must have been both the Princes; one to change into when the other was wet.

The Prince was beyond this last canvas flap. Unbeknownst waiting for her. Despite how sick she felt, Isabella decided to remove her clothes. There was light coming through the tent inside, Prince Henry must have some torches or a fire going. Excellent, it would allow him to see her better. After all, she was transforming into his desired dream. She decided to strip. There was no point in being coy now. This was her last chance. She threw off her coat onto the pile, and her tattered dress underneath. She saw now that her breasts had gained in weight. They were far fuller than they had ever been before, far larger than the pert little saucers she was accustomed too. That was nice.

She also felt definitely taller, a bit more fleshed out in the right areas too as she observed herself. She looked down at her stomach, which was like a wave of rippling flesh over and over again. It was like this uncomfortable cold pain, a stark contrast to her warm body which was impervious to the cold. Her skin still itched all over and was red from her scratching herself. She tried to resist the need but every now and then she still gave in and she checked herself over. She checked her groin. Nothing was amiss there only her normal folds of flesh. So much for becoming the Prince's ideal woman, she'd hardly changed...

Maybe that was it! Despite the superficial changing of her hair, being slightly taller or the enlarged breasts, she was pretty much still exactly the same. Maybe she had always been the Prince's ideal woman! Her heart skipped a beat of joy. There was no other explanation. The Prince must have been secretly in love with her and afraid to tell her how she truly felt! A warmth filled her heart, blotting out any coldness she currently felt in her gut. He loved her! He really did! On the verge of tears and bursting with love, she ran into the tent.

She couldn't process the image at first. She'd run in so happy, so full of hope, that to come down from such a high could not be immediate. She stopped a few steps from the bed, which took up most of the tent, smiling, her brain failing to catch up. Torches lined the middle of the tent, around the singular pole which kept the tent up, their flames safely away from the wood or canvas. The bed was currently occupied by the Prince. But Sir Michael as well. The Prince was on all fours on the bed, naked, beautiful. But so was Sir Michael, standing behind the Prince, his groin pressed against his rear.

He was pressed into Prince Henry. He'd been pressing into him over and over again.

Humping him.

... fucking him.

The two men were frozen at Isabella's entrance. Sir Michael gripped Prince Henry's hips. He'd stopped mid thrust. His chest was covered in red hair, his arms as well, almost like a ginger bear of muscle and man. Isabella realized this was the first time she had seen him naked. He was the opposite to Henry, stoic and buff compared to his lither figure.

And he had his cock in the Prince's ass.

Isabella couldn't comprehend it. The Prince. Sir Michael. She began to think it over and over again. Then she realized she'd been saying it. Prince Henry. Sir Michael. Prince Henry. Sire Michael. Prince...

As she stood there shocked, Sir Michael moved quick, withdrawing himself from Henry's rear. His phallus fell out, oiled and slick, and she saw it dwarfed Henry's by a good length and girth. The Prince winced at the exit from his ass before he scrambled over the bed, grabbing a sheet and wrapping it around his body. Sir Michael just stood there, naked and hairy, his cock bobbing into the warm air.

"I don't... I don't... your highness you... you're a..."

"What are you doing here!?" The Prince snapped. He was angry. Scared. No one must of known about this. "I TOLD EVERYONE I WAS NOT TO BE DISTURBED!"

"But... but... Sir Michael... he's a man!"

"Yes, I am."

"Not now Michael!" The Prince snapped. Michael glowered at him.

"She's seen us Henry. There's nothing we can do now."

"I will not have it come out like this. Not now."

Isabella felt weak. She fell to the floor on her knees. The men made no effort to help her. "But... my lord... you're too be married... you're meant to love... you love..."

"The marriage is still under negotiation." The Prince stepped forward to her, kneeling before her. "Who the hell are you? One of the Queen's handmaidens?"

Isabella was incredulous. "One of the queen's handmaidens? I'm... I'm to be your wife! You don't remember me? After all the times we've met?"

Henry groaned. "Oh for God's sake. You're Princess Erica? Fuck this is not how I wanted this to all come to light." He stood up, leaving Isabella, as he walked over to Michael. "Perhaps you'd better give us some time alone so I can talk to her. Explain the situation."

Isabella was frozen.

The Prince didn't even know who she was.

He didn't remember her.

He liked men.

Everything.

Everything was over.

"Perhaps not yet." Something whispered in her ear. She turned, ignoring the argument that seemed to be erupting between Henry and Michael, and looked for the new voice. She found no one else in the room.

"Your final wishes are about to come true." The voice again. Then she remembered where she had heard that voice before. Arreganol! "Brace yourself. Become who you were born to be. Not some lowly wife of a Prince. Become the sorceress you wished for!"

"You did this? You held it off, my wishes?"

"I thought perhaps it would help open your eyes. I am bound by what you desired, but in time you will learn and become what it is you wished for. Until we meet again Isabella."

Henry and Michael turned to face Isabella now as she groaned out. She was withering, still on her knees, but she was holding her stomach.

"What is it girl? I swear if you've come down with the plague..." Henry stopped short. A radiant heat seemed to be emanating now from the girl. Isabella could feel it now, the coldness giving way to a power, a strength she didn't know she possessed. She clutched her belly, breathing rapidly as it long last the wishes began to come true.

A cock sprang forth from between her legs. Springing forth from where her clit used to be, it shot out and up and sprayed a wicked load of cum in an arc as it reached it's zenith. Without even taking the time to look at it Isabella knew it was identical to Sir Michael's. Red hair now began to grow on her legs, her arms, and her belly. Her pubic hair as well grew in soft curls, the same as Sir Michael's. That had been the source of itching on her skin, this new found fur that even now sprouted from her armpits. A deep thick treasure trail ran from her belly button to her slit, where her cock held sway above it. Two testicles dropped from underneath it, heavy and full, tense around her sack. She would of given Victori a run for her money now with her package.

Isabella knew she wasn't done yet. The two men just stood there, flabbergasted as the final transformation took place. And here it came.

Isabella's belly began to grow. It was slow but steady, moving from a slight bloat to a mound, too looking like she had swallowed a melon. It grew and grew, bursting forwards, Isabella holding her sides. There was no pain, there was no pleasure, it was just something her body needed to do. She surpassed the size Victori had reached when she had been with child and still Isabella continued to grow. Her belly was humongous. She'd already lost sight of her new cock, hidden away underneath her gravid dome. Her belly button popped out. There were no stretch marks on her. Just a beautiful pregnant belly. Finally she stopped when she looked like she was carrying at least two children within her, the most fertile woman Isabella had ever seen.

She sat there, embracing her new form. She looked herself over. Her bright red hair was longer now, draped all over her body. She features were strong, arms and shoulders defined and muscular, while her ass appeared to be supple but firm. Her tits were larger again, actual melon sized, which compared favorably with her large belly. A byproduct of the fertility she had wished for. Her ballsack rested comfortably against her moist slit, while her cock was erect and perched underneath the dome of her belly. She could feel it oozing precum even now. Her arms were now covered in a slight sheen of red hair, while her legs were thick and rivaling a man's. With her body now somewhere between the most fertile woman in existence and the strength of a knight, she represented the best of both worlds. And boy did she feel it.

Sir Michael, his wits now regaining themselves, grabbed his scabbard by the bed and drew his sword. He pushed Henry behind him as he leveled it at Isabella.

She stood now. At her full height she was as tall as Michael. Of course. She ran her hands over her belly. She felt awkward, off balance, but she believed over time she could get used to this new form. After all, she was a sorceress.

"Oh!" She exclaimed. Henry and Michael took another step back, wary of the woman who had just transformed into a pregnant, fecund creature with a cock before their eyes. Isabella rubbed her belly in excitement.

"I just felt them kick! Yep, there they are." She pressed on both sides, nodding. "Two. Two babies. A boy and a girl I'd say." She giggled happy to herself.

Henry was the first to break Isabella's reprieve.

"What are you?"

Isabella looked up. She felt powerful now. Full of purpose. Full of life. This pathetic insect before her may have been the reason for her transformation. But he certainly was not going to be around for the rest of her life.

"Why I'm a sorceress. You can call me Mistress Isabella."

X x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

It was to be called the night of the fiery moon.

Both Kingdoms of Koralin and the Empire of Logicia in one fell swoop fell into oblivion.

A fire, unlike that which had ever been seen by any man, in the middle of a snow storm, swept through the forest. It hit the camps of both parties in an instant. Some say it was started by one side or the other, some believe it was magic or the Gods themselves. No matter who or what it was, ruin fell upon the camp that night. Prince Henry, heir apparent to the throne, was killed, the fire engulfing his body. His honorable and best friend Sir Michael fell with him, trying to rescue him to the last. Queen Skye and King Horace fell in the blaze, as did many loyal Knights, and their bodies were never recovered.

Only Queen Victori escaped with her loyal handmaiden Margaret and a small retinue of soldiers. Victori was said to cry out for a day for her other handmaiden, demanding she be found alongside the royal family, but her body was also lost to ash.

In the years that followed Queen Victori would act as Regent until her son came of age. For years she struggled amongst the petty empires surrounding her until eventually luck favored her and fortune became hers. She would become known for her wise and candid council and became the most respected Queen to ever rule over Koralin. Few knew she would be visited occasionally by a beautiful woman with red hair in a robe, seen to be offering wisdom when needed. She remained a loyal friend of the Queen's until the Prince became the King on his 18th birthday, where the red woman disappeared and was never seen in the court again.

The End... for now...