Chapter 4 of The Prince's Potion

Chapter 4 of The Prince's Potion

In the afternoon, High Priestess Morrigan limped back to her chapel living quarters from her meeting with Rodmond.

Her aide, a kind-faced young man she brought to the palace with her from the Holy Seminary, approached her right away as soon as she walked in. The enormous high, arched ceiling of the ancient chapel amplified any sound, adding to Morrigan's frustration. It appeared as though they were the only ones there, yet she had no time for the kid and hastened toward her office. The boy continued to speak, expressing his desire to help his mistress, who was obviously having difficulty walking.

Morrigan paid him no heed. All she wanted was a long soak in a steaming tub and a brand new outfit. However, the lad kept chattering next to her. She shooed him away sternly before he eventually left. The young man seemed oblivious to her fragile state. She had to punish him further by sitting on his face later. The boy could also use some practice in effectively licking her in that area. Moreover, she desperately required some solitude.

Upon opening the door, Morrigan was shocked to find Queen Marzanna sitting in the chair. The woman didn't even stand to greet her. Hanging in the large window behind Marzanna and the crashing waves beyond, her stunning sister seemed to have been taken straight from a painting. The room was otherwise minimalistic, only containing her bed, a simple wardrobe, a desk, and two chairs.

"Sister," Morrigan sighed while standing upright, hoping Marzanna wouldn't notice her unstable condition. Unluckily for her, the radiant queen had been observing her entrance. Her male Paige had failed to alert her that the queen was in her office. Oh, she was going to enjoy paying him back with a face-sitting.

"Dear Morrigan," the queen smirked, meticulously observing her, "I tried to warn you this morning, didn't I?" Marzanna sat in a regal pose and adorned only her wedding ring as jewelry. She wore a long green silk gown that exposed much of her skin. However, this was just Marzanna. Her massive tits were hardly concealed by the plunging neckline that dominated her stomach.

Morrigan huffed, "Truly, truly," the queen shook her fingers at Morrigan, "but then, I couldn't be sure... he would still be up for it, following last night, of course."

"Obviously," Morrigan said, eyeing her younger sister. "Leave it to you to make sure a man is ready for more."

"Indeed," the queen laughed, holding her chest to silence her hilarity.

"How could he not be?"

Marzanna nodded. "Do tell me, sister. How did it go?"

"Oh my, if you must know," Morrigan tilted her head, lifting an eyebrow, "since I finished him with my mouth..."

On his knees on the council chamber's massive wooden table, Rodmond groaned.

The ancient table had hosted many serious arguments, tough negotiations, and severe debates over the years in Trevilan's history. It was difficult to fathom that it now functioned as the base for Rodmond to fuck his forty-year-old aunt's ass.

His buxom aunt lay face down on the table, her long robes and white wimple acting as cushions for her hands and knees.

Presently, Rodmond held one of Morrigan's round ass cheeks in one hand while his other hand guided the girth of his dick into the well-lubed anal opening of the naughty High Priestess. Earlier, he had spent much time eating both her backdoor and her pussy. He had been diligent in exploring the two orifices and fingering them when his mouth was occupied with the other. All done per her highly-active request, of course.

Now, it was time to fuck her sacred ass, and Rodmond wouldn't pass up this chance. After all these years, he had spent almost his entire life confined to his bed with only limited sexual experiences. But in the past two days, he had been receiving more sex than he could have ever imagined.

Young King Rodmond stared as the fat head of his enormous cock inched its way into Morrigan's puckered ass and penetrated it.

Morrigan was a chorus of sighs and grunts, a steady beat of fists striking the table. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," she had uttered more expletives in the past hour than in the past year. "Yes, give me more of that thick member, lover. Auntie requires all of it up her snug little asshole!"

Persevering through the agony, she prompted him to continue and provide more. And there was indeed more to provide. Rodmond grasped his erect penis, just over halfway down the shaft, and scrutinized it as it flexed under the immensely painful contractions of her tight rear hole.

It was almost as impeccably fitting as Gilly's vagina, Rodmond mused internally, unimaginably astounding. His sister's diminutive silhouette replayed in his mind, intercourse with him the previous evening. He was still unable to dispel the potent images of her slender, youthful body deftly maneuvering atop him, so smooth and exquisite. It was either due to her own libidinous desire or the magic provided by their sister Maymon's elixir, or both, which had permitted Gilly to accommodate a significant fraction of his extraordinary length. He hoped it wasn't a dream. It had been a remarkable spectacle to witness.

More vivid still was the recollection of having carnally indulged with his mother on countless occasions and with the ease of slipping his entire length inside her inviting quim. It felt sinfully exhilarating.

Rodmond resumed his foray into his aunt's back door. He shrugged, perhaps that was just the way it was with senior women, more refined vaginas and anuses. He pondered if he'd be able to embed his entire manhood within aunt Morrigan's asshole.

"Ah, you're aware of my affections, dear," he panting-ly grumbled. "You feel magnificent, aunt Morrigan!"

"Absolutely," she panted, "the High Priestess does not allow just anyone to fuck her pleasant anus."

"Well, I'm not just anybody," Rodmond exerted forcefully, "I'm Rodmond Velcin, the king of Trevilan."

"Oh freakin' hell," she creaked from the intensity of his plunge. "Redemption, that's massive!"

Rodmond was perplexed as to why Morrigan concealed her remarkably curvaceous body beneath so many layers of gown. He envisioned his curvaceous mother, who incessantly showcased her extra-large bosoms throughout the castle, and he felt his penis pulse within his aunt's anus. He tilted his head to the side and envisaged her colossal mammaries. Although she was now on all fours, her copious breasts still grazed the table, they were so long and plump. He simply yearned to promptly ravage her fiercely, but he was still endeavoring to fit it entirely within her anus.

He gritted his teeth, keenly aware of her tightness. This had become a custom for him, before each primal joining, he first needed to warm them up. Acclimate them to his substantial size. Rodmond couldn't feasibly anticipate that each woman would be capable of absorbing his breadth. And that wasn't necessarily an undertaking, it merely meant he would get to sample multiple diverse kinds of wombs, differing forms, and dimensions. And it was gratifying that they all seemed drawn to him.

He subtly advanced further into the howling High Priestess. A few more moves and he'd truly begin copulating her. What an exquisite specimen! He pondered if his mother would permit him to penetrate her rear end? Perhaps he would surprise her the next time, or test her response to a finger... or his tongue. Her exquisite, curvy body floated before his eyes.

"Oh my god... easy now, lover, I've never had anything so gargantuan before... nothing even remotely close to this gargantuan... within my anus. Oh dear lord! It still genuinely hurts... but... but I can accommodate it. I'm... I'm adapting to your expanse. Now commence smashing me."

Rodmond couldn't resist. He released his handhold on his penis and utilized both to seize on to her broad, pillowy hips. They felt extraordinary, soft like gelatin, and this posture was ideal for truly slamming into her. He felt like he could generate substantial damage in this stance.

"Ugh... easy now, baby, I've never had anything this immense in my rear end... ever nothing remotely close to this immense... inside my anus. Oh god... slow, I said!"

Rodmond could not restrain his ecstasy. He yearned to vigorously fuck this marvelous anus. "I'm sorry, aunt Morrigan, your extraordinary buttocks just feels woefully wonderful," he said with a smirk. "Sorry, aunt Morrigan, your large prat simply feels exquisitely wondrous."

Oh yes, I understand. You're definitely not the first to experience this situation.

In no time, he started thrusting in and out of her aggressively, pushing her large checks together.

Aunt Morrigan's entire body was trembling because of the intense pounding. Beads of sweat were streaming down her face. However, her strong legs and well-built hips supported the thrusts, proving that she could handle such rough sodomy. Although she'd never had anything that big inside her before, Rodmond's passionate sex proved that she was well-suited for this type of intense anal.

After a few minutes, he flipped her onto her back.

Rodmond spread her legs wide on his shoulders, admiring the sight of her large breasts wobbling between her arms. Aunt Morrigan reached down to touch her swollen pussy, furiously rubbing her clit as her juices dripped onto Rodmond's cock close by.

Aunt and nephew were now so close that it was difficult for him to get long strokes. But this allowed him to push more of his cock into her, making each stroke more intense. His quick abrupt movements that touched his cockhead felt amazing. He felt the weight of her legs against him and continued fucking her, even though she kept coming.

He asked her to spread her legs wide and lay down on top of her. Morrigan agreed, dropping her legs and spreading her arms. He didn't come all the way up to her face, but his big penis still prevented that. However, with his hips bent, he was able to reach her massive breasts. He couldn't think of a better place to be at this moment. Her breasts surrounded his face like large fluffy pillows, and almost instantly, he latched onto one hard nipple, sucking and pulling on flesh with his teeth. Rodmond was in breast heaven and wanted to stay there forever.

Incredibly, this position allowed him to move easily and he got into a groove, fucking aunt Morrigan at a satisfying pace for them both.

"Redeemer," she panted, "keep doing that. At the same time. Oh, Rodmond, that feels incredible!" While she usually wasn't a fan of breast play, Rodmond's intense sucking on her chest while his cock was buried in her ass drove her to come again.

Rodmond moaned into one large breast. His pants were soaked from her leaking juices. The wet slapping noises from their sex echoed through the room. The High Priestess's unbridled wails were the only other sound. Rodmond wouldn't ever look at Morrigan the same way after this experience, especially when he saw her singing in church. Possibly at his wedding.

"Oh my God... I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum in your ass!"

"Yes!" she growled, "all of it in my ass, don't pull out! I need you to go as deep... as you can."

"As deep as I can..." Suddenly, he realized he hadn't done this before. He pushed himself up slightly and forced as much of his massive penis inside her tight asshole as possible. She screamed. Although he had almost reached her bottom, he hadn't come close. The young man's overly-large prick was still barely fitting in her stretched anus, easily surpassing her previous experiences. She couldn't hold back her cries, cumming several times in succession. And she kept playing with her pussy, wanting more. She couldn't stop moaning and screaming. It felt like someone was being murdered.

Rodmond was indeed murdering her asshole. The only relief she could find was in his cum. The thought of bathing in his hot teenage sperm gave her hope. He was about to fill her to capacity with his seed.

When he came, his cum filled her rectum, oozing out around his cock and covering both of them. His warm spunk mixed with her own juices, covering his cock and coating her body in incestuous sex oil.

It was the most lewd moment of her life. Especially with a member of her own family. But it was driving her wild, pushing her to become a woman she'd never thought she could be. Sex in the council chamber with her nephew? The feeling was intensely erotic and made her cum over and over.

Rodmond was pushing the boundaries of her sexual experience. Her only hope was that he would come again and release everything he had inside her. Leaving her full of cum and rejuvenated.

He was about to explode any second, filling her with all that hot load. She couldn't wait for it. Afterward, she planned to lick that big dick clean. Her favorite part was being held down and force-fed with smelly dicks, covered in dripping cum and shit, and being made to clean it all up.

She made sure he knew how to do that to her in the future. For now, she used all her strength in her amazing ass to squeeze that huge dick and get the release she so badly wanted. She swung her big tits around, pressing them together with clenched fists, large meaty globes jiggling on her chest. She knew Rodmond wouldn't be able to resist.

He kept thrusting, still completely filling her, and placed a hand on her puffy pussy. He totally covered it with his entire palm, feeling the heat, and drove his dick deep into her ass one more time before moaning for release.

He blew a load into her so powerful it could have shot an apple off a jester's head.

Telling Marzanna about what happened eased Morrigan's discomfort, and soon the sisters were chatting happily, as if neither of them were still physically sore from being fucked by Rodmond's large cock.

Minutes passed and the High Priestess even forgot about the sharp pain in her ass and back, having been on the council table for a shorter time than they were planning on.

She shivered at the memory of how good he felt. "He is quite the young stud, isn't he?" Morrigan said.

"Mmm, he sure is. I'm going up there again tonight. He reminds me of grandmother... when we used to bathe her, remember?"

"Oh, you naughty girl," Morrigan laughed. "Did you try to seduce every man in the castle when we were young?"

Marzanna settled back into the comfortable chair and thought. They shared many exciting adventures together, her sister and her, when they were young. The girls had been wild, but Marzanna had been wilder. Constantly pushing the limits. Daring each other into favors with those uncles or cousins. Jerking off grandpa while he slept. Then she remembered when she found out about her older sister's decision to join the church. Morrigan swore her virginity to the Redeemer. Not long after, Marzanna was married to their father. "It's hard to say. It all feels so far away now. Doesn't it?"

Morrigan snorted. "Hard to say indeed, sister! You seem to have blended it all together in your mind."

"Oh, please. The Redeemer knows you weren't a saint either. You just switched the location. Don't act so prude. I know you have your choice of the most beautiful young men. But I didn't come here to trade insults. Or old stories," she smirked. "I'm happy you and Rodmond reconnected. I wanted you to know... his abilities. Plus the girls and I needed some time off. I knew with the right motivation, his huge dick would wake up again. And I didn't get a chance to share more details with you... about last night..."

Morrigan raised her hands to her sister. "Rodmond told me everything. A mother's love really has no limits, does it?"

"Yes, yes," Marzanna thoughtfully agreed, "but our responsibilities aren't over. Rodmond needs to quickly find a bride. This week if possible."

Morrigan nodded. "I agree. It's crucial for Trevilan's safety. For the new king as well. The boy is young and reckless, but ready. And it seems like Gilly is also."

Marzanna braced herself for what was coming next. "There's more."

Concerned, Morrigan said, "sister, I trust that Rodmond will impregnate her. Gilly is young and fertile. Her body is definitely ready. And she looks fantastic in those hips."

"No, no," Marzanna stopped her, "I met with Gilly. Regarding the wedding. There's more than just potions involved in this now."

"Yes, yes, I know about the potions." Morrigan said, "What's the problem?"

"You know we took some risks then. All of us. It wasn't entirely safe for me last night, but I still gave myself to Rodmond."

Morrigan nodded thoughtfully. "You mean...?"

The queen shook her head, waved a hand. "I don't know. But Gilly was... quite persuasive in my chambers earlier."

"Again? What's the girl after this time?"

Marzanna breathed out. "She's claiming we all need to marry Rodmond. Her, me, and she. We've got to carry his children. She says it's for the kingdom's benefit. Rodmond must have the three of us. Sister, I trust my daughter. Now, I believe her words hold truth."

Morrigan leaned back, fixated on the queen. She searched her eyes. Waiting for the humor or the gesture. Something to expose the deception. "Hold on… are you serious about this?"

"I am. Think about it. Trevilan's been ravaged by disease, with no end in sight. Rodmond's a crippled king… held up by magic. Due to my hasty actions, our wizard's dying spell resulted in my son having a massive penis… capable of impregnating all the women of his family in a time when we desperately require heirs. If all three of us had his offspring, then there'd be no question if Rodmond's a powerful king… and that the Velcin line is secure for the next generation. Sister, the plague may take our lives, but at least our children… can guide the kingdom out of this illness."

Morrigan was taken aback. She found herself standing, shouting, "How can you be so confident? How do you know the child conceived between mother and son won't just be some abnormality, pardon my insensitivity, like Rodmond? Will all the sons share equal right to the throne, or is it firstborn, first served? The Velcin bloodline has diluted itself enough already, sister. Look at us. We rely on magic to just ensure our progeny are born healthy. We've bred ourselves into complete frailty. Maybe this is destined… to be the end of house Velcin."

The queen rose and looked straight at her sister. "I won't accept that! I refuse to. I won't let my son be the final Velcin heir… not when I can still bear more children. I could have so many more. And when my daughters are still so young and fertile… and willing. I won't be the woman who batters with inferior men from other lords and kingdoms when there's a chance to save us from within. I'll do whatever is necessary to save him, sister, and save Trevilan."

"You can't be serious! Three women marrying one man? It's never been done before. The other kingdoms won't stand for it. They'll rebel. They'll claim Rodmond is an abomination and you're both mad for his unnatural genitals. Will our own people even recognize it? Brother and sister are acceptable, certainly. The church will sanction that. However, his mother… and both his sisters? Marzanna, please be rational."

The queen shook her head, "We've gone past logic now. We're desperate. I've glimpsed a future where our children thrive. The kingdom thrives… and it's all due to Rodmond fucking the three of us. I believe it may be repeated. I must have you on board with the union… and marry us in three days."

"Three days?!" Morrigan exclaimed, "Marzanna, this is so uncharacteristic of you."

"No," she said, "I've never been surer of myself."

"Really? Well," she sighed, relaxing back down, "I suppose I'd better learn… what you and your daughter worked out earlier that made you so certain of this plan."

"Yes," Marzanna joined her, "But it's not so much what we spoke of. It's what she revealed to me…"

"Your daughter, princess Gilly, Majesty."

"Admit her… and offer us a minute, please."

"Mother, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine… considering." Marzanna sighed and lazily stretched across her vast bed. "I feel like I could sleep for a week. I'm so sore."

"As am I," Gilly grinned, "It's delightful, isn't it?"

"Mmm, yes…" Marzanna gazed at her daughter, "But why are you here? I thought you'd still be bathing with your sister. Everything alright?" Marzanna already knew. The queen had woken up with an unusual clarity of mind. Her first errand this morning had been to execute the man who'd deflowered her youngest daughter.

"Nothing's wrong, mother. I've never been better! I wanted to speak to you today… before events get too busy. After last night, Gilly knew there was no space in her life for anyone but Rodmond… for Velcin men, just like the sons she would bear."

"Daughter," Marzanna sat up, "Please come and sit by me."

A few nights ago, I was completely oblivious to the events unfolding. I hadn't noticed, hadn't heard. How did you figure it out... oh I see, maybe I was a bit too open with that information last night, wasn't I? While Rodmond and I were passionately engaged.

"Of course, Gilly," Marzanna sneered as she sat beside her daughter, "You have no sense of honor. What if you were carrying Ser Blant's child? Think of the consequences for Trevilan."

"If it's indeed real, I'll take the responsibility," Gilly replied, looking into her mother's eyes.

"No! I'll take responsibility. He's dead. I'd be willing to eliminate his bastard too," Marzanna countered, regarding Gilly's stomach.

"Mother, are you so preoccupied with protecting the kingdom that you can't recognize the pure emotions of a child?" Gilly questioned. "Would you sacrifice an innocent life for the longevity of our line?"

"You already know the answer to that," Marzanna retorted.

"Yes, I think I do," she signed, "But it won't change anything. I'm not pregnant with Blant's child. I don't think any Velcin womb could conceive anything other than Velcin at this point. I promise you, I'm not carrying his kid."

"How can you be so certain?"

"Mother," Gilly sat up straight, "You may think this sounds strange, but I saw the future. I had visions. Prophecy. I know what's in store for our family."

"Really?" Marzanna scoffed at her child incredulously. "And what does this prophecy say?"

"Mother, we can spend the rest of today debating the validity of my visions. It won't help Rodmond or save Trevilan. You and I are now united in goals: my duty to Rodmond as a queen and whatever I must do to ensure Trevilan's welfare. I yearn for the land to flourish once more. I want to see it prosper."

Marzanna stared at her child, surprised to hear her talk this way. It was unlike Gilly, who was known for rebellion and defiance. The daughter was young and free-spirited, often making a spectacle at court. Yet now, she was talking about her duty? Her devotion to Rodmond?

"You... you do?" Marzanna murmured, caught off guard by her words.

"Mother, we aren't the same people we were before," Gilly replied. "I might still be a mischievous teenager at heart, but I'm focusing on my mission: to help Rodmond. We both want success and to strengthen the Velcin line. I might not have matured enough to put aside my childish impulses, but... I'd like to share what I saw with you."

"Gilly," Marzanna paused, "I was with you last night as Rodmond... deposited gifts within you. You took a potion that helped, but you can't deny the mix of magic within your body."

Marzanna recalled how Tustin the Wizard had been continuously helping with children born from the incestuous royal line. He had aided in correcting birth defects and ensuring the Velcins weren't born disabled or with reduced mental abilities. Projecting inbreeding upon several generations, Gilly's youthful body held a chaos of spells. Observing her, Marzanna wondered if she'd experienced some significant change after taking in Rodmond's unprotected semen.

"Mommy, I had been experiencing something other than a great orgasm with Maymon. There in the bath, I realized I must tell you something of utmost importance. What happened to me in that moment will forever change Trevilan," Gilly said, her eyes glittering with certainty and importance.

Marzanna was puzzled and replied, "What happened in the baths, Gilly?"

"Mommy, think back to the baths. It wasn't just a good experience with Maymon's mouth skill," Gilly chuckled, getting to the heart of it. "It's true that Maymon is an expert in her mouth work. But experiencing something more, you felt it too, as did Puffy. Our attraction to Rodmond and desire for his success is the same. While I may not have completely grown up, I do feel it's time to disclose my revelation."

Gilly chuckled, "Yes, she is. But that's not the issue! I truly did have a vision during that orgasm, mom. I saw visions... from our future. Trevilan's future. I uncovered a way to escape this plague! Please, just listen to me and I'm sure you'll comprehend."

Queen Marzanna nodded and Gilly explained to her what she had conveyed to Maymon before.

By the end, Queen Marzanna remained uncertain. She could only believe so much of this was due to magical visions. She demanded proof. "And Maymon will verify this too?" she inquired.

Gilly huffed, "Well, she didn't actually witness them herself..." However, a plan struck her then. If Marzanna contained as much of the spell as Rodmond, considering how much of his enchanted semen she ingested over the previous night, then there was a possibility... "Mother, a demonstration may prove more efficient. Would you be open to attempting it?"

Marzanna furrowed her brows. "A demonstration? What exactly are you suggesting?"

Gilly replied, "Sex. Eat me out, mom, like Maymon did. Suck my pussy and savor my sweet nectar. Make me cum, and I swear you'll see the vision I experienced. If my theory is valid, my juices are prophetic... and will also show you the same vision."

Marzanna chuckled at her daughter; however, she watched as Gilly began to remove her garments. "So you're serious? This was you who had the vision, Gilly... How can you know it'll transfer to me?"

Gilly smirked, "Well... I'm not entirely sure. But there's only one way to be certain." And with that, Gilly disrobed, leaving her naked in front of her mother.

"Don't bring your brother into this," Marzanna cautioned, her eyes drifting towards her daughter's attractive form. "He's not the reason for what you're doing here."

Gilly pressed, "It's always been about him, don't you see? Everything, since your spouse passed away, has been for Rodmond. He's the king now. We must support him. I'm not simply pursuing an orgasm on your visage right now, mom, I want you to comprehend what I witnessed and understand that the deed we performed for him the previous night held a much larger implication."

"I ingested no enchantment," Marzanna argued, yet she couldn't help but contemplate the idea of tasting her daughter. She had always prioritized rodmon's needs before hers.

Gilly breathed heavily as she played with her body, showcasing her curves for her mother. "Given that Roddy filled you with his enchantments the previous night, I'd say there's a possibility you possess enough magic in your body to accept mine."

"Oh, Gilly... I'm not certain about this entire prophecy thing," Marzanna mused, admiring her daughter's youthful frame. "What makes you think it'll work on me... by going down on you?"

Gilly grinned, "Considering how intimately you shared your body with Rodmond last night, I'd say there's a significant chance you've received enough magic to be open to mine."

The queen shook her head, "I'm uncertain about all this."

Later, Gilly was positioned on her mother's face with her knees braced on either side of her head and her large, firm ass resting on Marzanna's collarbone. The 18-year-old cried out in enjoyment as her mom frantically licked her vagina.

While not an expert at the art, Marzanna had certainly dabbled before. She confessed that Gilly's young cooch rarely lost its elasticity after the forceful, hard thrusts delivered by the same enormous cock that had dominated her mature slit repeatedly earlier.

As Gilly felt the cascade of pleasure rush over her, she ground her cooch on her mother's face. "Ah, fuck yes, mommy! Lick it! Yes! Yes! Right there, right there, right there!" her voice echoed. Gilly's high-pitched screeches and moans increased aggressively as the queen relished in using her tongue on her daughter's clit or furiously jabbed a finger into her tight anus. Other than firmly gripping Gilly's well-rounded butt, the queen maintained an iron grip on her daughter's engaging posterior. It was large and firm, intriguing to squeeze and touch. [

, Gilly's waist-length hair cascaded down on either side of her. The queen held her back and shoved down, savagely kneading the firm orbs. Gilly's moans became louder and more ecstatic, "Yes! Eat me, mom! Suck it, mommy! Fuck!" feeling her moisten. She thrust back and forth on Marzanna's mouth as the older woman voraciously sucked on her clit and fondled her butt.[

Marzanna yearned to communicate her elation. Explain to her daughter how delightful it was to taste her teenage pussy, but in the current moment she couldn't speak. A mouth full of daughter left her incapable of holding a conversation. In addition, she had perfected a rhythm for breathing. Even if she could conversate, her words would've been overpowered by her daughter's screams and yells.

This phenomenon reminded her of the previous night. Every once in a while, awakening deliberately, faking sleep while her children rolled around next to her, humping each other. Thoughts of the previous evening popped into her mind as she licked her daughter's cunt. Intimations of Gilly, mounting her stomach, experiencing rough sex, and screaming into a pillow.

To remember, it seemed rather painful to Marzanna, which was perfectly appropriate. The teenagers had fucked frantically and persistently for hours. Youth. She observed Rodmond wiping his face on Gilly's pudgy butt. Grabbing both cheeks and showering kisses upon it lovingly then returning to his spot thrusting his massive cock into Gilly's petite vagina. Marzanna was amazed at their quickness to pick up speed and shortly after, were at it once more.

Now, as she ate her daughter's pussy, she recognized small bite marks on her daughter's butt.

Gilly sat atop her mother's face, grinding her steaming cunt against her sucking mouth. Every touch, every lick, every suck was noticeable to Gilly. She heard her mom gag while trying her best to keep up with her daughter's rush of pussy nectar leaking out. Each part of Gilly was imbued with heightened feeling, keen to receive every motion from her mom's mouth.

It was exquisite to witness and partake in. Marzanna demonstrating an adeptness in her handling of Gilly's generous butt, alternating between securing her hips and butt or grasping her hips and butt. Gilly thought, "Momma is a natural, or perhaps she's consumed a lot of pussy." Or perhaps it was a combination of both. What amazed her was her mother eagerly eating her out, motiving her to never want this to end.

Moments later the pinnacle arrived. The scene of bliss that Gilly hoped for. The thought of passing the visions onto her mother arose in her mind. A mere inkling of a feeling, somewhere in the depths of her stomach. A notion that with their shared experience, their seed's enchantment circulated between Gilly, Marzanna, and Rodmond.

Despite Maymon, her magical sister, not imbibing the potion or consuming enough of Rodmond's holy liquid to see the image itself, Gilly assumed her mother could. After all, she had gathered a substantial quantity of Rodmond inside her. Insuring a probability.

She was about to reach. The culmination of passion. This moment that Gilly had craved. Gilly felt consumed by emotion and had to scream again. She couldn't help but question if the visions would transfer to her mother. She persuaded herself that their semen was a pathway for this divine power to move through them.

Gilly felt immensely stronger. Discovered that the enchantment was flowing through her supple body. She planned to once more receive Rodmond inside her. To hold more of his seed, carry his young, and generate even more strength from the union of the intermingling spells. The concept was thrilling, but the outcome spoke for itself. Gilly felt renewed, wiser, more illuminated. Even her mother had noted her eyes now glowed intensely.

'Oh fuck... oh fuck, mommy... yes, yes, yes... you're making me... making me!' she howled as she came violently all over her mother's face.

Paralyzed by the intensity of Gilly's orgasm, Marzanna attempted to cope. She inadvertently experienced her own orgasm. A surge of heat and glory encompassed her.

In a split second, Marzanna felt detached from her body. She didn't recall leaving it, but now she was lost in that darkness, seeking the white ring. If she were still in the bed, still with her daughter, she was unconscious to the experience. There was a burst from within, an explosion of sensations, and she was only dimly aware it could have been an orgasm.

The intensity of this experience momentarily obliterated her awareness. Marzanna's fertile cunt spasmed due to unbridled need, but what consumed her mental faculties was even more potent. paraphrased

Then the circle of light spun wildly and turned into pictures. She realized it then. It was her son, a ruler, older and stronger, a man who could lead Trevilan. In the throne room of their castle, around him stood many kids, and beside him were Gilly, Maymon... and herself. They all grasped huge bulging bellies. Many men knelt before them, garbed in the colors of the four other houses, their skin marked by the signs of the affliction.

Marzanna narrowed her eyes, but then her senses returned, and she yelled from the most mind-numbing orgasm of her life...

Princess Maymon tumbled on her former master's bed.

It was late at night and only a few minutes had elapsed since she took the potion. She was already starting to feel its effects. This version was more potent than what she had given Gilly. And she made more of it. The young sorceress had added a little something more, to aid fertility. She hadn't been sure it would work, but being a student of the black arts, there are not many certainties. The magic part of it was a bit of a joke. Haphazardly assembled. There was a tad more guesswork this time around compared to what she had carried out the night before for her sister.

Nevertheless, she felt secure it would do what she desired: aid her accommodate her brother's vast dick within her pussy. She just required a slight push, she imagined. Maymon was twenty years old and in the peak of her womanhood. She wasn't as voluptuous as her mother, but she had it in all the suitable spots. Big tits that hung high on her chest and abundant maternal hips.

She'd never had any complaints. Okay, so she had been sexually active for a few years now, ever since her apprenticeship with the mage Tustin had commenced. He was still her only real partner. She felt a shiver sweep across her on his bed now. She was anxious and excited at the prospect of visiting Rodmond's room today. After mother was finished with him, she reminded herself. Fucking him roughly like she should have done the night before.

No need to wait, which was why she had ingested the potion shortly after casting the spell to enchant it. It seemed as if everything had worked out. However, there was always a risk involved with this style of magic. They were all taking risks, of course, but when it came to faulty magic, there was always the possibility that something could go terribly amiss. In Maymon's situation, it appeared she got lucky with the one she concocted for Gilly.

However, this option was a distinct case.

She shook her head and brushed aside her rumbling abdomen. She was alone in the deceased wizard's chamber. It may be her new room soon. She had been in the basement for a few hours and had already piled up a mess. She had collided with his worktable immediately after swallowing the potion, breaking several beakers in the process. She had always been awkward, clumsy. This sensation was distinct, though. Now she was on his bed and wrestling to raise her head up. Everything felt so heavy.

'Come on, woman,' she urged, 'you've been through worse. You can handle this.'

She inspected herself. She wore a tight-fitting black dress, form-fitting in all the proper areas, with a deep neckline that exposed her substantial chest. Tustin had actually produced this for her, years ago, when she expressed an interest in following in his footsteps. He said she needed to appear the part when they practiced witchcraft together.

Most of the time, he didn't even appear to notice what they were doing. He would merely ogle and lick his lips over her tits. Now he was simply a memory, she couldn't help but smile. The crusty old wizard had quickly become taken with her and had nurtured the shy little May into the attractive woman she is today. He was probably the first to see past her uneasy teenage years and assist her in accepting her ample physique. Most of the time with his mouth glued to her soft, supple flesh. Still, if it wasn't for his lessons, she may not have been familiar with almost half the potions at her disposal. Not to mention be able to point the spells at them.

She couldn't stop herself from giggling, recalling one situation where she potioned one of her guards to put him asleep, allowing her to move in and out of her room without interference. However, May's curse caused the potion to take effect a few seconds early, resulting in the guard sleeping for a week! This is why the Academy doesn't grant this type of knowledge to anyone with an interest in the dark arts. Tustin was an easy target for Maymon's charm, being an old man who loved youth.

This is how Maymon envisioned the current scenario unfolding. When she found out about her brother's potion two days ago and the circumstances surrounding its inception, she was not perplexed by what was occurring to Rodmond.

Thankfully, it could have been much worse.

And so here she was, in excruciating discomfort on Tustin's bed. If the potion were to take effect, she thought to herself, it would be worth it. Earlier that day, after enjoying an amorous moment in the royal baths with Gilly and experiencing an incredibly intense orgasm upon her sister fingering her, the two of them devised a plan for the upcoming days.

And it all boiled down to Gilly and her seemingly prophetic visions. Yes, maybe they were simply visions, but the girl convinced Maymon of her claims. The vision was of Maymon, Gilly, and their mother all marrying Rodmond, bearing his children in a union of incest and magic. This would signal the beginning of a new era for Trevilan, if they were to succeed in their quest.

Gilly had spearheaded the entire plan. She would confront their mother, laying out their plan for the next few days leading up to the wedding ceremony. According to Gilly's vision, Rodmond's potion would have completely worn off within five to seven days.

With a plan in place, the three women would need to act swiftly, capitalizing on Rodmond being seen as a worthy successor to his father's kingdom. The girls would marry him and make love to him, whether he wanted it or not. They knew he wouldn't argue.

Creating the health potions that Tustin could have crafted would be difficult. Tustin's original sprinkling of spells was a hasty and imperfect collaboration. With enough experimentation and fine-tuning, Maymon figured she could create stamina and strength spells, as well as any others necessary to maintain Rodmond's strength. However, sustaining such potions on a regular basis would be challenging, and it was unlikely that others would remain unaware of the king's continued reliance on magic to keep him alive. After all, it was no secret that Rodmond was born as an invalid. It would only take time for others to recognize he was being supported by a powerful spell rather than his own constitution.

If Gilly's vision of a future ruled by the Velcin line came to fruition, their mix of royal blood and magic would result in a growing number of resilient children—an immunity to the plague they were currently facing.

The only challenge left was convincing their mother of this vision.

Maymon was relieved that Gilly, the one who longed for the plan to be carried out, would visit their mother with the idea. While it's not beyond reason to believe that Marzanna would be agreeable to it, considering her feelings after last night's events, Maymon had a hard time envisioning their severest mom taking such a drastic move. She considered how Marzanna was a religious person, somehow less fanatic than her sister Morrigan, who served as the high priestess of the church of the Redeemer. Though not quite as severe as Morrigan in her views, Marzanna was still a pious woman. Indeed, the two sisters even shared the same striking features: high cheekbones, defined lips, and generous busts—Mother didn't conceal her gifts as openly as Aunt Morrigan. [But what if Marzanna refused? Would the queen reject this prospect? The queen was a younger version of her sister Morrigan, with high cheekbones and enlarged lips. They were both built similarly, yet Mother was more assertive about her gifts compared to Aunt Morrigan, the high priestess of the Redeemer. Was Maymon prepared in case Marzanna disagreed?]

When all the Velcin women were together, it was like a bizarre funhouse mirror. The close-knit royal family's incestuous lineage went back so far that there wasn't much to distinguish one family member from another. Maymon had already accepted that she would grow up looking like her mother. In this kingdom, incest wasn't new or frowned upon like it was in other realms. While she'd heard that other kingdoms also indulged in inbreeding, often cousin to cousin, it all seemed quite distant.

The Velcin family had always chosen to breed within their ranks. Marrying brother to sister had been a tradition since King Rom wedded his sister Belline five generations ago. They frequently engaged in this practice, starting at a young age. Magic was also used to prevent any potential defects from arising. However, despite their efforts, monstrous births sometimes occurred, as a cautionary reminder of the consequences of playing with destiny. These freaks rarely survived infancy.

Maymon tried not to think much about what having her brother's child would entail. A genetic combination of both parents would be the outcome. This concept often left her feeling dizzy, contemplating where she fit in their twisted family tree. After all, her mother was also the daughter of Maymon's father, from his first wife, sister Ramalla. Consequently, Maymon's mother was also her sister. Rodmond's children with their mother would be both cousins and siblings to May and Gilly. May shook her head, both in bewilderment and arousal at the thought.

She was relieved that she wasn't the one tasked with compiling their family tree.

Maymon struggled to sit up on Tustin's bed, nauseated by her thoughts. Gilly hadn't mentioned feeling the same way last night. She had consumed the potion, so she'd soon find out if it had been effective. It wasn't dangerous.

She wondered how the meeting with their mother was going. Gilly would have descended for her if the meeting had failed. Since Maymon was still unaccounted for, she assumed the plan was progressing smoothly and that Marzanna was about to seduce her brother.

If the queen was still with him, then it was likely that Rodmond was aware of their scheme. Maymon doubted Rodmond would reject her advances, especially once he learned that she had consumed the same potion Gilly had. For some reason, though, she remained anxious. Perhaps it was because of his immense cock. She knew exactly what Rodmond was equipped with, and the idea of him plowing into her, filling her with his semen, and impregnating her with a part of him... was thrilling and troubling.

Or perhaps it was the potion that made her feel this way. She felt like she was suffering from a severe migraine. She lay back down and rubbed her face on the large pillows. They still carried the scent of her former master. His ancient musk.remarkably, she missed him, the elderly man. She couldn't recall his exact age. He'd been a member of their family for centuries. And he'd watched her grow up.

She inhaled deeply, and the memories flooded her mind. Memories of him taking her, sometimes with more force than she'd expected from someone his age, and on this very bed, inevitably crossed her thoughts.

She quickly forgot about her migraine and returned to a time when he had first started mentoring her, culminating their sessions by eating her young pussy and tight anus. Tustin was always fond of starting with his mouth, and no exception was made this time.

One of the first times she had experienced an orgasm had been through his proficient lips. At the time, she had no idea such pleasure could be derived solely from his technique. Tustin, an accomplished instructor, had been her benefactor. She was extremely grateful for that experience... and, ironically, his vast array of supernatural knowledge wasn't amiss either.

Yes, it was only towards the end, when Tustin began experimenting with the magnitude of his erections, that she grew to dislike their tutoring sessions. He made her suck on it for hours, testing the limits of his stamina. He was consumed by the desire to see his cock swell in her abdomen while he fucked her. It seemed too large for her small vagina, yet he managed to rouse her desires.

She smiled, remembering that time because she recognized it as a prelude... for Rodmond.

A few minutes later, Maymon discovered herself pleasuring herself.

Despite her headache, she couldn't help it. She was unbelievably moist. Her juices flowed around her fingers and splattered onto her thighs. The potion appeared to be taking effect. Or maybe these old memories had aroused her passion.

She couldn't resist the urge to masturbate. This one's for you, Tustin.

She slid two more fingers inside herself, then four. Within a few more minutes, she felt ready to insert her entire hand. Her pussy was incredibly wet due to her own tasty oils... and her thoughts of her master. Now she'd need to search for a new master. She couldn't help but taste herself. She loved it so much.

She continued. Thinking about her mother and brother. They might not be expecting her, but she doubted they'd reject her when they learned how effective this potion was. To finally sleep with Rodmond.

Maymon roared louder than she ordinarily would consider appropriate.

Time passed and she realized it was late. She had no intention of going up the spiraling stairs and along the two long corridors to get to Rodmond's tower.

Suddenly, she remembered the hidden path, located within Tustin's room. The curtain was left open to his rare book collection. This passage would lead her straight to Wengigia's room, at the base of the south tower.

Great idea, she thought, and stood to face the bookcase. Thankfully, May was a tactile learner, and the last time she had touched... the old red tome, on the... second shelf! With a quick pull, the device clicked, and the shelf slid open before her.

"Thanks, Tustin," she whispered, giving one final glance around the room, and entered.

She had only traveled this path once before. The antique black stone hallway led to only one small door, built into the old wainscoting panels of the nurse's room. Wengigia hadn't been in the room last time.

However, this time was different. When she was about to push the door open, she heard the distinct sound of fucking. Wet skin clashing with wet skin. Wengigia, or someone who moaned similarly, was in there and was being fucked. Hard, based on the volume of her cries. Maymon contemplated turning around, but it was the name she screamed that shocked her.

"Sarnaud... Sarnaud! Sarnaud!"

Sarnaud Ashmont was the ambassador from Balmudia! Wengigia, what a slut, you've been sleeping with the ambassador? Her mind raced. What did this mean? She couldn't leave now. She needed to listen in for a few more minutes, gather any additional information from their endearing snippets.

She had to wait a while. Some more thrusting and grunting. Maymon was almost amazed. The ambassador wasn't young by any measure. Nor was he single. Both individuals in that room had many children, as far as Maymon recalled. Wengigia had several unkempt offspring scampering about... and a faithful husband residing beyond the castle. However, both parties had been apart from their families, due to the plague quarantine. Maymon attempted to piece together the affair with the limited information she possessed. Then she heard them whispering and she pressed against the movable panel.

"My love", the ambassador panted, "you never failed to deliver... such intense pleasure."

"Yep, you're not bad yourself", the plump nurse burped. "You like to fuck."

"Mmm... definitely. And I'm quite fond of your crude tongue, my darling Nurse. I'll hate to leave it."

"Oh yeah, when are you leaving again?"

"Mmm... as soon as the unwell young king marries. I am to take the first passage back to Balmudia. My noble has already made his selection."

"He's made his selection?"

"Mmm... yes, my sweet nurse, I think so. There will be war again. Trevilan is a resource-rich land. Without the old king, who will protect it?"

"The boy doesn't seem that sickly to me. He didn't yesterday. Or this morning. He's got a pretty impressive cock, too."

The ambassador scoffed. "Pfft, it's magic! It's obvious, isn't it? And magic doesn't endure forever. He'll return to his sick bed within a week and then the plague will take him. Just like his father. Mmm... an early grave. And no heirs? Give me your advice, my sweet nurse, sail home with me."

"Huh? What do you mean? Leave Trevilan?"

They kept chatting, mainly discussing Wengigia's decision to accompany him to Balmudia. Maymon felt ill in her stomach. Were all the Ambassadors feeling the same way about Rodmond, concerning Trevilan's future?

She had to inform her mother and Rodmond about this. Immediately.

All she wished was to not feel so drenched.

***

Marzanna quietly closed the door to Rodmond's room.

"Mother?" said Rodmond, calling out. She had not yet faced him. A gentle breeze entered through the room's windows on both sides, yet it failed to diminish the room's intense heat. It was very late now, and the queen hadn't seen her son since morning.

She recalled how he'd looked earlier that day. Rodmond had been sleeping peacefully, lying so still and undisturbed. Marzanna and the girls had thoroughly checked him out before they left. Although his penis still seemed abnormally large, it wasn't the huge, angry, rigid thing they'd struggled with that night before.

Content, she'd left, feeling unsteady on her legs as she hurried back to her chamber. Was it shame or rationality that kept her moving swiftly? Her mind was in turmoil, but she smiled to herself as her handmaid washed her. Rodmond hadn't been fucked that hard in years.

Yet, even now, Marzanna was unsure of what last night implied for everyone. How long could she and her daughters maintain this rhythm? Her eldest daughter Maymon had to create a similar potion that Rodmond had been given. There was nobody else skilled enough in the magic arts in the castle. It used to be Tustin, but now it was Maymon alone who could even attempt such a task, despite being a student.

She shook her head, considering the potion's implications. Regardless of any side effects, it was apparent that Rodmond would need all the aid he could get to rule Trevilan and himself. His passions.

Marzanna arrived back in Rodmond's room, her thoughts conflicting.

"Yes, I'm here, honey," she whispered, turning to face him. Rodmond lay in his bed, shirtless and with an open book on his lap, covered in a blanket. Two candles illuminated his bedside table, the only light in the room. It's so unbearably hot tonight, Marzanna mused, Even after the storm yesterday.

Despite the soft breeze, the room was suffocatingly humid. "Oh, sweetie," Rodmond said, sitting up, "I haven't seen you all day. Is everything... okay?"

"Everything is fine, dear," she replied quickly, "I had a lot to handle today. I had to oversee... everything concerning your ascendancy." She approached his bedpost and paused, feeling a breath of air touch her arm. She sighed. "But I'm here now... for the night."

Rodmond beamed at her. "Mommy is going to stay with me tonight?"

"Yes, sweetie," she murmured, dropping her white house coat. Rodmond opened his eyes wide. She stopped short at his bedside. She wore a green silk nightgown, revealing her ample breasts beneath the gown. Her skin shone with a thin layer of sweat. Her presence instantly made the situation feel much better. "Mommy is going to stay with you through the night and make sure you're secure. We know the potion is still at work... within you."

"Mmm, yes," replied Rodmond, considering the side effects of what enabled him to move and walk openly, "but mommy... I think I have a better grasp of its control now."

Rodmond didn't view his large penis as a side effect. More like a valuable bonus.

Flaccid, Rodmond's large cock lay across his leg, a red tube of flesh roughly eight inches long, two inches in diameter. It appeared alien and out of place on his thin frame. He felt his penis pulse in response to seeing his luscious mom standing at the foot of his bed. Erect, he possessed a massive, raging cock, a foot of thick meat resting between his skinny limbs, which seemed even more ludicrous on his young body.

And in truth, the eighteen-year-old would never have controlled such an impressive tool had it not been for his mother. He had her to credit for it all. He'd become king and had sex with both his mother and sister Gilly, repeatedly, thanks to the potion she'd had crafted only for him. Any potential side effect like that was a worthwhile price, Rodmond concluded. If a prolonged magical erection would kill him as he drowned in his busty mom's embrace, so be it.

Marzanna glanced at the spotless bedclothes before fixing her gaze on her son's groin. "You think you have the power to control it?"

He nodded. "Yes, I believe so. While it will remain erect, it only takes a short time for me to regain my normal state," he said, shutting the book in his lap. "Last night, even though I climaxed multiple times, it still craved more. This morning only required three attempts to satiate it."

At the thought, Marzanna's pussy tightened. Reflecting on the brutal fucking she experienced the previous night, overwhelming her senses. How he had planted his seed deep within her, staying inside even after he finished and how he was rock solid as if any other man would be sleeping. She, with great difficulty, had experienced so many climaxes with her son. A strange pleasure unknowingly discovered.

She remembered her son thrusting into her as her eyes transfixed on her youthful son. He had penetrated her repeatedly, spewing hot spunk in her belly. He later remained inside without leaving her, filling her vagina thoroughly. Marzanna was ecstatic, finding it hard to imagine how effortless it seemed for her royal son.

Her imagination shifted to Rodmond's abdomen, covered in sweat as he spoke to her with a charming grin, "Mommy, if I were to be a powerful king and pull Trevilan out of the dark times, I had to learn to control my own body, is that right?"

Marzanna licked her lips, staring at the sheen of sweat dotting Rodmond's shoulders. "Yes, my son. That's exactly right."

Rodmond winked. "And what of your small council meeting, Aunt Morrigan?"

"Aunt Morrigan is the only other member still living, not to mention the main instigator of the treason. Of course, you're aware of that, aren't you?" Marzanna's jaw stiffened, thinking back to the beheading of Ser Blant, fulfilling the order in Rodmond's name. "It's a tricky situation. The execution of a head officer. Yet, how could I have let Ser Blant, who had defiled my daughter-in-law for so long, continue serving in your small council? I couldn't allow such a possible threat to your throne."

"Mother," Rodmond grinned, loving the thought of his mother as he watched her grin edge into a goofy look. "Gilly's pregnancy? I can almost guarantee it's not Ser Blant's."

"Hmm, Rodmond, let's keep realistic here. She's only eighteen. However, should you have doubts, we'll have to be patient. Doctor Maymon, your magic?" Marzanna wondered if the spell should have any impact on Rodmond's semen.

"Yes, she stated her potion had significantly increased Gilly's libido and fertility and that it would grant her the perfect compatibility needed for our unique bond."

"My dear son, I find it improbable without concrete evidence. Positive news couldn't come at a better time. You require heirs. The rule of Trevilan can't rely solely on your shoulders. We must appear strong, given the current situation."

Serene at his mother's concern, Rodmond said, "I understand. What did Gilly have to say about it?"

Marzanna's arm suddenly gripped her handheld support. "Gillian revealed her feelings about Ser Blant's affair. Also, she mentioned your sister, Maymon, had been helping her."

"The magic she mentioned might be what overpowered Blant's influence, my mother."

"Mother," the queen paused before addressing her son. "Magic? Isn't that a bit far-fetched?"

"I admit, it can be questioned, but it's worth looking into. Maymon intends it to do the trick."

"Rodmond, let's wait for proof. There's much at stake here. Your rule, our lives.

Marzanna breathed a sigh of relief. "You expected me to sleep through all that, huh?" Her mind flashed back to the sight of her twins engaging in the act just inches away from her. She'd been in and out, exhausted from allowing Rodmond inside of her multiple times until she was left feeble and weak. Adjacent to him, she could only catch glimpses of what was happening around her. There was a moment when she heard her youngest daughter, Gilly, moaning and requesting more from her son.

Her children were engulfed in a whirlwind of incest, she realized with no malice.

As she drifted in and out of consciousness, Marzanna caught glimpses of Rodmond's prolonged carnal escapades. Then, there was Maymon, her wicked magic-using daughter, taking part in her siblings' trysts, mimicking the role she had taken in the queen's own erotic encounters with Rodmond.

Marzanna pondered idly, "It appears my children have all become consumed by their lustful desires."

Rousing from her haze, Marzanna stated, "Yes, I did manage to catch some of the action. Gilly was on top of Rodmond, in control and fully riding him. Her slender body, soaked in sweat, was taking nearly all of Rodmond's enormous member within her tiny pussy. It was a bizarre scene, with his large cock seemingly rearranging her daughter's insides."

Recalling the same situation, Marzanna had been subjected to.

Suddenly, Marzanna brought herself back to the present. "Yes, I had heard about your day earlier. You've had quite a busy one, Rodmond. What did you and your aunt discuss?"

"Um, she let me fuck her ass," Rodmond smirked.

Marzanna shook her head and scolded playfully, "Rodmond! She's older than you, and she's an important figure in the church. What if someone had walked in and seen you...defiling your aunt?"

"A much older woman, mother? She's only two years older than you. Besides, I don't recall you mentioning anything about age difference last night."

"But I am your mother, Rodmond. I'd do anything for your happiness."

"Would you let me fuck your ass too?" Rodmond chuckled.

Marzanna snorted.

Her mind lingered on her sister's encounter earlier that day. Their conversation had been lengthy but eventually ended on friendly terms. Morrigan expressed her support for the wedding. However, she hadn't committed to it yet.

Taking a deep breath, Marzanna cleared her thoughts. "No, today, we should discuss the royal wedding. Now is the time to solidify our rule over Trevilan by officially proclaiming it with a wedding. Your aunt, among other concerns, is worried that the other kingdoms have yet to acknowledge you as their king. Although the church will back us, we also require the kingdoms' approval. The ambassadors are still present and claim to have received no official word on the next steps. The wedding should change that."

"Yes, mother," Rodmond agreed without giving it much thought. Focusing on Marzanna's soft, supple body, he regarded her large chest loose within her dress. He wanted to see those breasts even more unrestrained.

Rodmond removed the book from his side and stretched his legs. He was naked, his soft penis dangling across one knee. "Gilly and I are ready for the wedding whenever you're prepared."

Eager to hear if her son would go along with her plan, Marzanna stretched out her full, heavy breasts and quickly closed the distance between them. "Ughh, baby... could mommy please sit next to you?"

"Absolutely. I missed you all day, mommy."

Rodmond observed her every gesture. However, her phrases echoed in his mind. "The fate of Trevilan? These gatherings were conducted... apart from the king's presence?"

Marzanna smirked and snaked up next to him. "Sure, they exclusively were concerning you, my son, and how to best prepare for the coming days in anticipation of the royal matrimony. You realize... I wanted to ensure I had all the details straight before presenting them to you."

Rodmond watched, his jaw agape as his mother squirmed out her nightdress. He couldn't believe this was happening... again! Rodmond's eyes enlarged at the sight of his gorgeous mother stripping.

He had, of course, indulged in her mature, plump figure merely the night prior. Yet that was now just a memory in his thoughts. The sight of her luscious form, her large breasts dominating her chest and abdomen, her broad, ample hips. It all got his considerable penis reacting once more.

He could detect her scent, so clean and fresh. Her long black hair, undone and cascading down past her shoulders. She must have just bathed.

One of her legs raised and she gracefully removed one slipper, and then the other. So quickly she was completely nude and her hands clutched over her pubic region, partially concealing her hairy black pubes. "May I join you?"

"Please," Rodmond gulped.

Marzanna chuckled and flung back her hair. "Don't be anxious, sweetheart. It's just the two of us tonight, okay?"

"I'm not nervous, mother... I'm enthusiastic." He seized his member, and it bobbed up facing his abdomen.

Marzanna guffawed and rolled her eyes. "There you go doing it on purpose. Watching your big appendage bounce around and increase even more."

It was true, Rodmond's genitalia had enlarged considerably since she had shed her attire. His penis head was now rubbing against his taut abdomen. It arched threateningly above his belly button in an angry red flesh. Rodmond bit his lower lip and gazed at his mother's enormous breasts resting on her arms. "It's hard... not to become aroused in your presence, mother."

Marzanna snickered and proceeded to lie on her side in front of him. She spread her fingers on either side of his torso, carefully holding him. She leaned in and plumped her breasts on his throne, encompassing him. "Ah, I believe I know why mommy's tits captivate you so... How should we commence? You wish mommy to surround it with these once more... or employ her mouth?"

"Umh," Rodmond stared at her. Her green eyes were hazy with the same longing he sensed. Her raven hair swirled about, framing her curves perfectly. And her lips! Scarlet red and moist. He noticed her moistening them with her tongue, never diverting her gaze from his manhood. "Mmhm, your bosoms..." Rodmond grinned.

Was it the potion at work, he pondered, was it his enchanted sperm traveling through their bodies? The girls all seemed different in his presence. They appeared to have lost their bearings and were simply living to indulge him. It was as if they completely disregarded their personalities, their identities, when they got close to his member.

"Yes," she exhaled, "today, we'll commence by using these. I know you adore them immensely. I'm glad they bring you such pleasure." She stared at his throbbing erection pressed against his chest. Observed a strand of viscous pre-cum snaking over his skin. "Holy Deity, baby. Look at this length... it resembles you could suck on it yourself."

"Oooh," Rodmond studied his hefty shaft nestled near his chest, "do you... believe that?"

Marzanna giggled and raised her precious breasts around his measured kitty. The heat emanating from it was stifling. She then moved it upward and out from her cleavage, aligning the engorged helmet towards her mouth.

"Ah, fuck... yes, observe how lengthy it is... rising above mommy's breasts." She kissed it first, then wrapped her lips around it for a while. She recalled her daughter making quite a few sounds. Maymon had done a lot of that the previous night and mentioned that it definitely assisted in expediting the delivery of a hefty payload. She wanted to mimic that as well.

She savored the taste of that salty precum once more and purred. It definitely seemed to be helping. She was amazed at how quickly she was growing fond of his flavor. She found herself thinking about it frequently during the day and was thrilled to experience it on her tongue again. Marzanna did her best to lavish attention on his member for a few minutes, using her mouth and breasts. Once she had reached its unyielding length and hardness, she released her large chest and gripped it tightly at the base with both hands.

She gently pressed it back against her son's abdomen. 'Mmm, will you try for me, baby? I'd like to see... if you can suck it too,' she suggested.

Rodmond was unsure of what to do, mesmerized by his mother's slow, sensual movements. He could see her breathing heavily, so enthralled by the idea of watching his own son attempt to take it in his own mouth.

'Mmhmm, yes, mommy,' he nodded and bent forward, pressing his stomach inward. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft securely. Initially struggling to get used to this new position, he eventually managed to position himself and had his cockhead pressed to his lips.

Marzanna shook her head in awe as she realized how easily her son could accommodate the head of his member. 'Unbelievable,' she breathed. It was as though they were continuously forming the Family Crest, a python devouring its own tail.

He embraced his lips around the head of his cock. 'Mmm', Rodmond savored the taste of his own saliva, before spitting it out. 'What is this?' he inquired, holding his shaft near his lips and lightly exhaling to warm it slightly.

'You are... incredible to watch, baby. Keep going. This is so hot.' Marzanna sat close between his legs, resting her arms across them and allowing her breasts to create an alluring cleavage.

Rodmond pushed his erection into his own mouth, carefully rolling his lips around the head and then sucking it back. While he couldn't manage more than an inch at this angle, she was noticeably heating up, breathing unevenly, merely from witnessing it.

Soon her desire became unbearable, leaning forward to lap at the back of his turgid shaft with her tongue. She traveled upwards, catching his lips before they could slip out. They shared a fervent kiss, then she took him back in her mouth.

Rodmond moaned as the salty precum dripped from his member onto his stomach, a mix of saliva and his own seed.

Marzanna once again brought her ample breasts into play, then she was back to his mouth, and they were locked in a passionate embrace. They broke up to focus on pleasuring each other and moaning into each other's mouths. She resumed performing fellatio with renewed energy. Loud slurping sounds filled the room as she focused on milking him, and Rodmond could only watch and masturbate into her mouth.

He gazed up at her with adoration. He adored his sisters, Maymon and Gilly, but this was beyond anything they'd shared. His own mother, servicing him in this way, what intrigue? He couldn't imagine his life without her arms cradling him. His mom, doing these things with him, brought him an incomparable sense of fulfillment. 'Oh fuck, mommy...' he cried out as he neared climax.

Marzanna doubled her efforts, sensing his impending orgasm. She felt his shaft throb and his hand slam against her busty chest as he stroked himself furiously. A few seconds later and she paused to catch her breath, her hands still pressed tightly on her ample bust, stroking his member quickly. 'Come on, baby, release that load for mommy,' she cooed as she bobbed her head to and fro at a furious pace. 'I want to swallow it. I've been starving for it. I'm so eager to enjoy every drop of your hot seed. Fill me up, mommy.'

And with that, she was back to work, her lips leaving his magnificent mushroom head to caress his smooth shaft with expert skill. Swallowing every last drop, savoring every drop of sweet and salty precum. This was an incredibly erotic sensation. Her own cunt was drenched with anticipation, but she put her own needs on hold, her gaze never leaving his. She teased the tip, circling it with her tongue, and probing his pee hole.

Marzanna didn't have a lot of experience providing blowjobs before this fateful night, but she was determined to achieve this goal. Curiously, it was the smallest of pleasures that drove her - she had to make him cum. She knew she'd get the attention she needed soon. As his semen bathed her, his hand would find their way to her sodden pussy, giving her the release she craved. Her pussy was deliciously sensitive, ready for repeated drenchings that night.

This sweet pussy had behaved so well all day, and soon it would be paid for. It was about time this dame got the hard drilling she desired. She was certain that three times was enough to ensure she'd receive the expected number of climaxes following the previous night.

Throatful of roasted lamb, she continued sucking him off. She ended up drooling and loving the taste. This huge tool had put a spell on Marzanna. Not only herself, but her daughters as well. She couldn't get enough of the dang things. Wanted it always.

Rodmond braced himself as he felt the first release spill down her throat. Marzanna did her best to keep up with his ecstasy. Burst after burst of teenage jism filled her mouth and she made noise as she continued to swallow his faithful batter. The taste was heavenly and she desired more.

She wriggled her neck and coughed up the remaining mix of her salvia and his treasure. 'Ohhhh... Sonny! What a handsome mister, what a wonderful mister.' She froze, then spewed the combined mix over her son's tool. 'Yuck,' she trembled, not about to vomit. She gesticulated forcefully against the spasms, manageing to hold the slobbery feast inside her. 'I can't seem to swallow fast enough!'

Marzanna admired the sword standing tall. Twitching away. She gasped, unsure if this was going to happen again. How could it still supply more shots?

She blocked the enormous piece. 'You've become a renown swordsman, good boy. So many orgasms... all for mommy, huh? Or... are you up for a thorough cleaning? Go on, it's safe.'

Rodmond bowed his head to adjust from his climax. His beautiful mother's face was a sight. Covered in a mix of wet hair, makeup and their juices. Her graceful features turning her into a masterpiece. He lowered his head and kissed her gently, relishing his own taste.

'Yes, dear mommy, I'd love to sort this out. For all of your troubles, Mama. No more disruptions these days.' and with that, they got back to work. Cleaning up her face with her tongue, they both gave special attention to his ran out prick. Such a crafted job of cleaning, with a few stolen kisses, it took but a few minutes for them to finish the task.

He eyed her chest, the royal pear-shaped hangers. 'Mmm.. yeah, I've soiled those as well, didn't I?'

Marzanna's voice was sweet. 'Indeed I have. Thank you, baby.' She politely asked, 'You'll give me a good, really good, honorable tongue-washing?'

'Fully prepared to flutter it, Queen,' he smiled.

They face-planted her breasts. He first scrubbed the mixture off her forehead. He concluded by taking it upon himself to lick every single inch of his Mother's titles. Then he lingered, tonguing the puffed up breast buds. Losing himself in the sensation and to cover her in his affection, he compressed both of them together. She enjoyed his ministrations on her pillowy jugs, smiling as he drowned there.

The eighteen year old had had his introduction to the life of a King. Already in his lustful career he'd already fucked his mother and sisters.

Delight shone in his eyes as he gave his mother's melons a squeeze. So large and massive, they made him giddy to see. He couldn't stop gazing at them like a kid in a candy store. He cherished them as he mounded and folded them, swirling them around in his grip. He romped with her funbags, just loving the feel of them.

'Tell me, Mom, ready for the next whammy?' she gave him a humorous smile.

'More than ready,' he affirmed.

'So, shall we do it, darling?'

After fifteen minutes, Marzanna grabbed off and mounted her son on her bed. She devoted time to readjust to his size once more, though he was hidden deep within her shortly after. She even had some fireworks glued on the frames. She moaned loudly, 'You fit me simply perfect, sonny. Oh... Oh... oh... you're so deliciously snug, baby.'

"Wow, damn, absolutely! I love where my baby is. Comprehend what I'm saying? The substantial penis... I created that, and I reveal it at any given moment. Do you hear me, baby?"

"Ugh, ugh... yes... mommy. Whenever... you desire!"

"Ahhhh, oh, excellent child. Now, thrash mommy even more intensely! Don't cease... don't cease. Seriously pummel into me, baby! Mommy can feel it coming. She demands it... truly hard now. OK?"

Rodmond couldn't accept what he was listening to. Then again, he wasn't about to debate her. He clutched her overflowing hips and began to ravish the slut as much as he wanted. He compelled his thrusts deeper, assuming management and speedily penetrating her extremely wet cunt. He wasn't worried about hurting her anymore. She could tolerate it.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck...Oh fuck me," she yelled, "Roddy, you're fucking mommy so forcefully! Baby, you're... Gaaaahh... about to rupture... your little mommy... with that mammoth dick! Oh fuck! Come on, baby! Mommy is on the verge now. Baby boy... will you fuck mommy this vigorously... when you're married?"

"Every evening. Every evening. Every evening..." she pledged.

She chuckled wickedly despite being incapable of thinking straight. She kept herself moving on him, efforts to satisfy his considerable thrusts with her sturdy hips. "Mmmm, that's correct, baby. As I'm the one who's wedded to you."

"Huh? what? I am?" Rodmond persevered.

"Mmmm, oh fuck yes. You imagine...oh!... I'd permit your sister to savor every bit of this fuck all for herself?"

"You... ugh... mean it?" Rodmond persisted.

"Mmmm, Oh fuck yes. You're about to marry ... both of us."

"Huh? both of you?" Rodmond pursued.

"Aaaand Maaymon," She shrieked.

Rodmond reached orgasm within his mother. Marzanna climaxed a few seconds later.

At a later time, they were immobilized in each other's arms. Rodmond was still extraordinarily rigid. Both were striving to catch their breath.

"I don't get it," was all he stated, once his faculties returned.

Marzanna slipped an arm around his shoulder. One substantial breast pushed against his arm. "I had an extensive conversation with Gilly this afternoon. We dearly love you, Rodmond. And you're the ruler now. You require a marriage... and progeny. Trevilan needs many children right now. Sons... and daughters. Gilly believes the most effective means to demonstrate that... is for you to marry all three of us... and father a bunch of offspring."

Rodmond looked at her. "Marry my mother? And both sisters? Is it even permissible? Has it been performed before?"

"Obviously, my dear. Intermarrying among royals is nothing brand-new, of course. Trevilan was developed by a brother and a sister. A union between mother and son... has also been attained. I would commendably be your bride, Rodmond. Would honor being the mother of our babies."

Rodmond's mind spun. "Would they be my children... or my kin, mother?"

"Does it make a difference?"

"And Gilly? Maymon? I get to marry every other one of you... at one point?"

Marzanna nodded slowly. She shook her fingers through his hair. "Aunt Morrigan verifies the church will sanction the wedding. They will uphold us in this."

Rodmond grasped what this signified. "Indeed... I understand, mother."

Marzanna looked into her eyes, with a content blend of desire in her gaze. "I have balls..." Rodmond replied.

"Good lad" she squeezed his cheek, "since mommy needs you to be tough now. We have to safeguard that all three of us are wedded to you... and bear your offspring."

Rodmond gazed into her eyes, noting the enthusiasm his mother mixed with her gaze. "Yes... I understand, mother."

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