The Velcin Dynasty Ch. 08

Author's Note - This series is a continuation of 'The Prince's Potion,' and set around twenty years later. Though not necessary, I strongly recommend reading those stories prior to this one. I realize my stories are not for everyone. If you're not interested in exaggerated sex organs, incest, inbreeding, and medieval/fantasy settings, this may not be for you. Thank you all for the continued support and feedback!

All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older.

Chapter 8 - GRISTULT

A few miles off the southwestern coast of Gristult is a tropical island owned entirely by the Averone family. Nylus Averone, the ninety-year-old King of Gristult, spends his last remaining days here, in a place of beauty and abundance, at his family's palatial manor. Built on a large hill overlooking the sea, their getaway home is a massive structure of expensive hardwood, ancient stone, and the finest marble money can buy.

Historically, it was home to a small village of farmers and fishermen, but several poor seasons and an aging population eventually led to total resettlement to the mainland, and culminating in the island's complete seizure by the royals. Presently, the island serves as the Averone's private paradise. Well-guarded, lush, and verdant, it is a sprawling ecosystem with a diverse group of land animals and rare birds found only here.

Despite the agreeable climate and privacy, Queen Celeste Averone, Nylus' second wife, and fifty years his junior, couldn't find the place more boring!

Lying comfortably across one of the large back patio's plushy couches, and in little more than her lacy white panties, the scantly clad royal sipped on a cold beverage as she prepared for yet another scorching hot day. The Averones have been on the island for almost three months. It was Celeste's longest stint here thus far and she was actively counting the days until their return to the mainland.

Celeste still considered herself a trendy socialite, a social animal in her prime and was anxious to get back to the vibrant nightlife of the capital city on the mainland. The only daughter of modest farmers from southern Gristult, her marriage to Nylus was hardly a surprise given his lecherous nature for young flesh following the death of his first wife and Celeste's singular aspiration of achieving a trophy wife status in her teens. What a surprise when her family's debts were paid off in exchange for her hand in marriage. She is well-liked by the Averone's, if something of an oddity among them for her impulsive, bubbly and outgoing nature.

Beloved by the people of Gristult and noted for her charity work, education programs, as well as her many philanthropic initiatives over the years, Celeste is easily the most public facing of the royal family. Blessed with an incredibly well-proportioned body and stunning good looks, Celeste is pretty, funny, and looks after herself. She has sharp features - a big bright smile, piercing sapphire-blue eyes, her birth family's unique silvery-blonde hair, and a fantastic set of tits on her tall, trim figure. Known for her love of lavish galas and balls, Celeste always looks for an excuse to party. This was generally seen as a boon to the Averone royals when she'd first married the aged king, who desperately needed the public favor and admiration Celeste brought so naturally.

Celeste, for all these reasons and more, abhorred the quiet serenity of the island. It just wasn't for her. The sandy beaches, the pristine waters, the heat. It was all so monotonous! She could hardly stand to stay put for a long weekend, let alone three months! Except Nylus was dying.

Celeste loved the old king who had essentially elevated her to royalty - despite marrying her young, grooming her, and taking her maidenhead with his big thing before she had a solid understanding of what such a high-profile position being Queen truly meant. Celeste had made the most of it.

Then along came little Neel, her only child. As handsome as any of his three older half-brothers, Neel was uniquely different, with Celeste's silvery hair and his unusual penchant for magic. Prince Neel Averone, now a young man by all respects, was fourth in line for the throne. Celeste couldn't see her son as anything other than her darling baby boy for whom she would do anything. She was grateful to have the means to provide for Neel and hardly cared if he should ever sit on the throne of Gristult. No matter, she thought. The fact was the impending death of her husband, sad as it may be, would change little in terms of the daily life Celeste or her son lived. In a sense, being so far down the line of succession, Neel was free to live without the hassle of preparation for ruling. The long-deceased first wife of Nylus had given him three strong sons, all grown men now, and who were keen to make their mark on the thriving agrarian kingdom. Prince Neel would inherit land, princely titles, and marry befitting his station. He would proudly bear the Averone name... but little more.

Celeste yawned, reclining half-naked on the spacious veranda this morning. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night.

Birds chirped ceaselessly in the distance as she stretched a long, delicate leg in the air and examined it. The view was incredible today, but she could hardly be bothered. Was she truly as at peace with the idea of becoming a widow, a queen cast aside, as she told herself? She knew history would largely sweep over her son, and by extension, his mother. This feeling of existential dread hung over Celeste more and more as her husband's condition worsened. Their legacy. What was going to happen to them when Prince Nyron took the throne?

She relaxed and lay flat, letting her lithe form absorb the heat. There was no resentment or ill will towards anyone in the family. Celeste was younger than all three of her stepchildren. She knew she had simply been there to bring comfort to her much older husband in his golden years. Now that duty was coming to an end.

She yawned again, another late night. The heat, even this early, was becoming unbearable. In the shade of a wide canopy, thoughts of the future kept her mind occupied. Sweat beaded down her round tanned breasts and trim stomach. Her thoughts went back to Neel. The boy was bright and friendly. He made friends easily and even showed a real promise in the ways of magic. Were he not an Averone, Celeste would have gladly acquiesced to his demands and sent him to the Arcane Academy years ago.

Except the old King never allowed it. Too many variables, he would always grumble. Too many unknowns at that dreadful school! Nylus did not share Celeste's opinions about their son. As the years went on and his health declined, the old king may have even resented her for it, sinking more and more into his seclusion.

Finally spurred into action, probably by hunger, Celeste reached for her shawl and draped it over her glistening figure. She gingerly slipped on tiny sandals and stepped into her private solar. Though still early, she could hear chatter deeper within the great manse. Many lords and nobles had made the short trip from the mainland to pay their respects. They were a constant source of irritation for the royals, especially Celeste. Sucking up to their new King while the old one lies dying.

Walking around the kitchens, she eventually flagged one of her handmaidens for information.

'They're all with his majesty,' the heavyset woman hastily explained. She had a wide silver tray with a steaming breakfast in her hands but naturally stopped for her Queen.

'And his condition?'

'His majesty had an awful coughing fit last night. I tried to find you... but you weren't in your room.'

Celeste waved the woman to continue.

'His majesty eventually settled down. Then he called in the nobles with Prince Nyron a few hours ago. He's been dictating to them ever since.'

'And now?' Celeste probed.

'Well... the dictation continues, majesty.'

'And where is this going?' she said, eyeing the hot platter of food intently.

'Prince Neel, majesty. He'll only take his breakfast in bed these days.'

'Yes,' Celeste nodded, 'I am aware. Hand it over and I'll take it up to him.'

She carefully climbed creaky old wooden stairs and made her way to her son's room. Her baby boy was like Celeste in many ways. Neel needed to be around people his age. He always got lonely whenever they came here. When Neel was younger, they would play games in the jungle or go swimming with his half-brothers. That seemed so long ago now. He rarely wished to play anymore. Now he had his head buried in some dusty old book or a giant tome!

What Neel needed was a girlfriend, Celeste concluded. To the best of her knowledge, he had never had one for any significant amount of time. Sure, there had been plenty of royal balls or dances where he'd had some young lady. Plenty of eligible bachelorettes... strategic arrangements with willing young ladies... Neel had never shown much interest. What do I want one of them for? He would often whisper. When I have you?

She set down the tray and opened the door to his room. Smiling knowingly, Celeste found him exactly where she'd left him, sleeping soundly in his bed.

'Neel, darling,' she sang softly. 'It's time to get up, dear. The sun is already high in the sky.'

'Ughhh... already?' he groaned and rolled on his back.

Celeste let out a sharp gasp when a prolific tent in the sheets sprang into view.

'Really, baby?' She sighed. 'Three times... and you still want more?' She watched Neel reach under the blanket and wagged his big thing at her.

'Mmhmm,' he nodded.

Oh, the stamina of youth, she thought and gently pulled the blanket to reveal his towering teenage erection. Neel's fist was gripped tight at the root of a rigid shaft riddled with thick veins that culminated in a flared mushroom head. Celeste stared as it rose menacingly above her baby's bloated testicles. There was already a fat dollop of precum pooled at his tip. She licked her lips as she appraised her boy's toned body, some parts still red and raw.

'Goodness, baby! Didn't mommy tire you out last night?'

Neel gaped at his mother's shapely body in the morning light; her heavy round breasts barely held within a white housecoat. Her shapely hips. That perfect ass.

'What can I say, mommy? You have this effect on me.' He slowly began to fist his cock for her.

'Babyyy,' the Queen chewed her lip and watched as he brought his other hand around his prick. She untied the sash at her hips and crawled forward.

Ten minutes later she was bobbing her head on her son's lap. Lying flat on her stomach, Celeste worked his granite girth down her throat with both hands, her legs kicking back and forth idly as she slobbered and glucked on his length.

'Ughh, mommy?' Neel moaned. 'Soon. I'm so close...'

'Mmhmm,' she purred, popping him out with a loud smack. 'I know, baby. Look how hard you are for mommy! Look how much you're throbbing for mommy's mouth. Why don't you hold mommy's head again?'

'Mmm, can I... go hard, mommy?'

'Of course, baby,' Celeste spit as he forced her back down.

Later, Neel stood at the edge of his bed, hunched over Celeste's dangling head as he fucked her mouth. Admiring her mature body, the teenager hiked his leg up on the bed near her shoulder and watched as Mommy's big boobs wobbled and rocked from his thrusting. Without a care for her safety, the prince pumped his dick down her throat to the heavenly sounds of choking and moaning. Gluck, gluck, gluck! In and out, his veiny cock slick with mommy's saliva. In full control, he pumped his hips forward to ensure every inch slid past her amazing lips as she lay flat on her back, all for his enjoyment.

Celeste moaned and squealed around her son's throbbing prick. Drool oozed from the corners of her mouth as she rolled her tongue along the bottom of his thrusting shaft in time with his rhythm, urging him on. Mm, mm, mm!

Hearing the wet slapping and gargling coming from his mom's mess of a mouth, Neel gritted his teeth and worked her faster, harder, knowing this was exactly how she liked to be treated; how mommy liked to be used. A few more minutes of violent mommy-mouth-fucking and he slammed into her, balls against her nose, filling her throat. Finally, balls deep, Neel held himself there with his groin pressed against Celeste's mess of a face.

'Ugh, ugh, ugh,' she moaned and breathed through her nose.

'Oh fuck, mommy! Mommy's mouth-pussy feels sooooo good! Soooo hot! I love fucking your face! I'm... ohhhh... I'm cumming, mommy! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!'

Celeste relaxed her throat and felt Neel's pubes against her chin. Her face was a veritable fountain of tears, sweat, and precum. She kept her eyes tightly shut as her son's first thick load shot down her welcoming gullet. Swallowing until she retched, Celeste brought her hands to his prolific root and jerked out the final spurts.

'Ughhhh... Thanks, Mommy!'

An hour later, dressed in a lacy white corset that showcased her deliciously full cleavage and a layered cream-colored skirt, the morally dubious monarch was back downstairs, and just in time to greet the wealthy delegates as they exited the King's bedchamber. She hoped they wouldn't notice how red and raw her neck looked.

Grim-faced and dour, the aged nobles silently nodded to their Queen, and Prince Nyron, before leaving for the ferry. Nyron was a foot taller than Celeste and powerfully built. Regally dressed, he took himself very seriously. His brown hair and full beard, spotted with grey, made him appear much older than his forty-five years. Celeste had no doubt he would make a fine king, despite being a carbon copy of his enigmatic father, cocky yet brooding.

Presently Celeste waited with Nyron in the lobby, waving goodbye. She felt his gaze on her supple curves, his eyes devouring every inch of her voluptuous body, her neck, her freckles, and her magnificent cleavage with plenty of exposed bosom. He lingered on her as the nobles made their way down the steps of the compound. When they were no longer in sight, Nyron drew her to him. 'It won't be long, Celeste. The King is in his final hours, I'm afraid. He can no longer speak.'

'I'm so sorry,' she managed, wiggling out of his grasp. 'I wish... there was something I could do.'

It was strange, despite her stepson's tone, Celeste felt oddly at peace with her husband's imminent passing. Nylus had lived a good long life and would be celebrated as a capable ruler. She only hoped Nyron would be as benevolent to her lavish lifestyle.

'I'm glad you're here, Celeste, as I'm sure my father is.' The prince smiled briefly. 'That is enough for him. To have his family around in his last moments. And the succession secure.'

'I have no doubt, Nyron.' Celeste shrugged and caught his glance again go for her deep cleavage.

'I know you are curious of Father's intentions... for Neel.'

'Of course,' Celeste inhaled sharply and tried not to sound too anxious. 'Your father and I hadn't... the opportunity to solidify such intentions.'

'Nor will you,' he said.

'Excuse me?'

'If you might permit me a moment to explain. I believe recent events have made such intentions for us. For Neel, that is.' He said evenly. 'And the Averone family.'

Celeste folded her arms beneath her breasts. 'Go on.'

'The Velcins of Trevilan, as you know, have for many years had one of Kind Rodmond's sister-queens installed among the faculty of the Arcane Academy.'

Celeste's eyes flickered. 'Queen Maymon, yes. I've had the pleasure of meeting her on one occasion.'

Nyron nodded. 'While Father was quick to deny Neel entry into the school, despite the prince's obvious aptitude, I wish to reconsider the matter.'

'You... do?'

'Why not?' Nyron showed her his palms. 'Neel's abilities are something of a first among the family. He should receive the best training available, should he not?'

'Yes,' Celeste blinked in surprise. 'Yes... he should. Of course, he should.'

'I thought you might agree. An Averone should be in their own school. After all, The Velcins have only increased their position there over the last few years. Princess Gya Velcin studies under Queen Maymon, I'm told. She is... around Neel's age.'

'I... see.' Celeste's eyes followed him as he began to walk around.

'And I'm told another young Velcin royal, Prince Rhys, will soon join them.'

'Interesting.' Celeste watched him strut about pompously.

'That's three foreign royals in Gristult. And an eligible princess... and prince among them.' He held up as many fingers. 'Neel is a bachelor, and Princess Gya is unwed. it would be-'

Celeste rolled her eyes. 'A very suitable arrangement. I see where you are going with this. It is a pity your late father did not share your vision.'

'Be careful, Celeste. My father still lives. Rest assured, upon my ascension, sending you and Neel to the Academy will be among my first official orders.'

'What? I am to go as well... whatever for?' Celeste did a double take.

Nyron stopped circling and stood with his arms behind his back. 'As I said, there is a Velcin Prince of marrying age in Gristult.'

'Nyron... you can't be serious. I'm still married to your father!'

'Oh, he's alive now, is he?'

'But... I'm much too old to marry a young prince,' Celeste whined as her thoughts swirled. 'Besides... what would it get you? I'm only an Averone by marriage. Neel and Gya make complete sense, I grant you-'

Nyron wagged a finger. 'Understand me, Celeste. You will make every attempt on that Velcin prince. They're filthy rich, those Velcins, and we desperately need the money. Father may have let you run around doing your charity work, throwing parties like the devil may care, but he did so at our expense! Things will be different when I am king, make no mistake. I intend to see a return on our investment. The Velcin prince and princess are both yet unpromised. I mean for you two to have their hands in marriage... before they make like most Velcins and marry each other!'

Celeste gaped at him.

Nyron, unphased by her reaction went on, 'And understand this: time is of the essence. Should Father pass today, I'll be crowned by sunrise tomorrow. That means we're off this island, Celeste. You'll be on your way north before my ceremony is complete.'

'The Velcins are no fools,' she begged. 'They'll... they'll know what we're doing.'

'All the better! They wish only to increase their position at the Academy. A royal marriage or two would secure that ambition for generations... and get us out of our debtor's knell. Do you think the nobles came to grovel? They came to collect!'

'Tomorrow?'

'No later! I'm told the Velcin matriarch, Queen Marzanna, is personally escorting Prince Rhys to the Academy as we speak. There will never be a better chance to secure their favor...'

'But I-'

'No buts, Celeste! Or the only thing you'll inherit is this bloody island. And I'll make sure you and Neel spend the rest of your natural lives here!'

***

Meanwhile, in the wintry north, things couldn't be more dire for the Velcins. They wrestled with magics far beyond their understanding.

Racing the steps to her aunt's apartments, Princess Gya wasn't sure how long she'd been gone since storming out. Judging by the ominous blue light seeping from under the door, Aunt Maymon had already begun to cast the Risukian spell on her mother and brother.

Queen Marzanna's guards were posted at every entrance, with specific instructions to admit no entry onto the floor of rooms Maymon maintained at the Arcane Academy. Upon seeing Gya though, disheveled and still wiping snow off her black shawl, they allowed her back inside.

Entering the suite was like walking into a crypt. If Gya didn't know she was on the fifth floor of the professor's dormitory, she would have thought she was back in Trevilan Castle's dungeons. The suite was completely transformed in the short time she'd been gone. Black were its walls and floors. Any moonlight failed to penetrate the windows even though the curtains were not drawn. Oddest of all, without a definite source she could pinpoint, Gya felt a strange wind blowing around the room.

There was magic at work the likes of which the young princess had never known. Two rune-laden chalk circles encompassed the center of Maymon's living room, which the buxom sorceress queen herself stood between in long robes of black. On the circle to the left, Queen Marzanna lay naked on her back, arms crossed over her bosomy chest. To the right was Prince Rhys, unconscious, naked, and noticeably flaccid.

Gya took in the scene with her calculating young mind. Rhys' needed to be hard for the spell to work at all! Who knew what could happen otherwise... It was for exactly this reason Gya had returned.

The room pulsated with magical energy as translucent blue waves radiated from Maymon's steepled hands. There was still time! The young princess knew all this and more as she carefully approached her older brother. She'd helped Maymon make all the preparations. This was a powerful spell of black magic, ancient and wicked, from the bogs of southern Risuk, the kingdom east of Gristult. Banned and forbidden among practitioners of the arcane for its high rate of fatality, isprit magic used the virility of men to rejuvenate women. Used the male life force to flow into the woman's womb and, spreading outward, de-aged the recipient, physically revitalizing them by months... or even years!

Gya and Maymon had learned as much from pouring over the many frayed texts and tattered diaries left behind by the now-deceased bog-witch of Risuk. The sultry queen of Risuk, Wembretta Wren, was living proof of the spell's success. Wembretta had long ago aligned herself to the bog-witch, selling her soul for the promise of eternal youth. The cost of which was the lives of boys and men snatched from peasant towns. For the effects of the spell would last no more than a year or two at most and then need to be performed once more.

Now under the thumb of Morrigan and Vyman Velcin, Wembretta divulged everything she knew about this vile magic. But Wembretta was only the recipient, not the mind behind the magic. The bog-witch herself had been summarily executed by Morrigan upon the completion of their illicit midnight ceremony in a secluded forest locale, one that used an abducted Prince Vyman as their male source.

Vyman's unique Velcin genes, cultivated from years of excessive inbreeding and magic, allowed him to survive the ritual, where all previous conduits had died. Because he had been so powerfully erect! The results spoke for themselves. Wembretta and the witch were instantly transformed into lusty young women who immediately had their way with Vyman. If only Morrigan had not executed the witch! Who knows what else they might have learned from her ancient mind? Nevertheless, presently seduced by that same dark magic, Maymon and Marzanna tempt fate by trying their hand at the spell.

Regardless of her conflicting feelings towards this spell, Gya, herself a supernatural oddity born with the unexplained ability to instantly know something simply by tasting it, wasn't ready to risk her older brother's life... to satisfy Marzanna's lust for eternal youth. Whatever qualms Gya had about black magic, its potential benefits, and the risks the adults were taking, she had to protect her brother.

Presently, at the threshold of Maymon's living room, Gya realized she had only one hope of saving her family. She hopped across the floor and fell on her knees next to her brother's hips. In a single fluid motion, she reached for and began to massage her brother's large penis.

'Gya!' Maymon's voice boomed. It sounded like she was shouting over a windstorm. 'What do you think you are doing!?'

'There's no time to explain!' Gya shouted, palming Rhys' big balls in one hand while she fought to grip Rhy's impressively hefty flesh snake in the other.

'What?!' Maymon blinked.

'What's going on?' Marzanna cried, unable to move her head from her circle.

'Gya is back and she's interfering in the ritual!' Cried Maymon.

'Gya! Stop!' Marzanna roared.

'Not if you all want to survive this mess! You missed a key detail, May. Rhys must be hard for the ritual to work,' Gya said, already giving an awkward handjob.

No one spoke for a tense moment, the howling wind the only sound until finally, Maymon snapped, 'How can you know for sure? What if you're wrong?'

'There's no time to explain! You've already begun the ritual. Mother and Rhys are trapped in the runes! Trust me, May. We need him hard.'

'Gya...' the Sorceress scolded.

'Let her do it, Maymon,' Marzanna suddenly pleaded. 'She wouldn't have come back... over just a hunch.'

'Hard, Gya... then get out of the circle!' Maymon tsked.

'Leave it to me!' Gya nodded and leaned down to use her mouth.

A few precious seconds passed, and it seemed like all she had done was slobber on his soft cock. Gya tasted something dulling her brother's mind. Her thoughts flooded with new information thanks to her abilities. Maymon had probably drugged Rhys, which meant he wasn't going to get erect naturally. She had to wake him up!

Without another thought, Gya slapped her brother's face with both sides of her hand.

'Uhhh, ow! Guh-Gya?' Rhys stammered; his speech slurred. 'What's... g-gotten into you? What's going on?'

'Listen to me, Rhys. Your life may depend on it. The spell has been cast and it's searching for male energy. We need you hard. Like... really hard.'

He blinked and noticed his beautiful little sister knelt next to him and holding his soaking wet cock. His flesh felt strange against the ominous warm wind blowing in the room. Where was that coming from?

'Rhys!'

'What? What? Yes... you need me to get hard,' he raised his head up to meet her eyes. 'Mom made me drink something. I feel... fuzzy. I don't know if I can, Gya. This is weird.'

'You mean you can't get hard?' Gya asked, wagging his floppy cock around with her fist.

'Umm...' Rhys' eyes shot to his sister's full bosom securely framed by her coat.

Gya caught him and rolled her eyes. Of course, she thought.

Another heartbeat and Gya was peeling off her layers, wiggling from her skirts, and hastily untying her small, lacy red corset. Rhys' eyes went wide as his sister's big creamy tits spilled over the top of her lacy bustline, blue veins and pink nipples illuminated by the magical waves passing by. Though not nearly as big as Maymon's or Marzanna's, Gya had huge boobs for a girl her age and body size.

'Hurry up, you two!' May cried. 'It's almost... there!'

Gya pushed aside the noise and was totally fixed on her brother's cock. Whatever Marzanna and Maymon were yelling or chanting about was none of her business. She leaned in close and surrounded her brother's crotch. She watched and smiled as Rhys' long flaccid dick began to stir with life as she wedged it between her oversized teenage tits. Her tiny fingers gripped the underside of her boobs snuggly as she angled herself between his legs, and then his cock in her tight cleavage.

'How's this, brother?' Gya purred. 'How do my big tits feel wrapped around your massive cock?'

'Oh, fuck,' Rhys gaped and let his head fall back.

Gya repositioned herself and got to work. Up and down, she traveled his length with her boobs. Made sure to use plenty of spit. She decided it would do more to make a show out of it for him, openly drooling on herself and his growing prick. He still isn't anywhere near erect! It shouldn't be taking this long... She tried not to think of what might happen if the spell failed. It wouldn't just fizzle out, from what Gya had read. This evil spell might leave Rhys an empty husk and Marzanna... a corpse!

If her fantastic teenage tits failed to rouse Rhys' cock to blood-engorged rigidity, Gya had only one final trick up her sleeve. Her extremely wet, tight... virginal pussy! Though certainly not how she had intended to save her brother or lose her maidenhead, Gya's mouth-watering, clean-shaven teenage pussy was still on the table. Or the floor, in this case.

As if reading her thoughts, Rhys moaned, 'I'm sorry, sis. It's not you... it's me.'

'Don't give up yet, Rhys. We're still here, still alive, and still very willing...'

'Willing?'

'Mmhmm! How bad do you want me, brother?' Gya whispered as she pumped him with her tits. 'How bad do want... my juicy teenage pussy?' She couldn't believe she was about to do this.

'Oh fuck, Gya...' his eyes closed.

'I want it, Rhys. I want you... to be my first. Can you help me... become a woman?'

Rhys gulped and nodded, half dazed, as his full-bodied younger sister abruptly let go and clumsily positioned herself over him, reverse cowgirl. Her big full butt, with such wonderfully soft and round cheeks, hovered above his semi-hard cock.

Edging near her brother's crotch, Gya began to wiggle and wedge her broad backside against his splendidly curved penis. Next, she had it pressed between her soft cheeks. Though not nearly hard enough for her liking, Gya could feel him springing to life. This will do the trick... she told herself, she just had to go through with it. Maybe my butt is good enough? She had a fantastically round ass, the likes of which few girls at school could keep their mouths off, including her slut of a roommate, but Gya had a sneaking suspicion that it was going to take actual penetration to get the job done here. Vaginal penetration.

Despite this nagging thought, she persisted and slid his cock against her ample ass cleavage and wet cunt lips. 'See this, brother? See how great my ass looks... sliding against your big dick?'

'Ughhhh,' Rhys moaned.

Presently she ground on him, her chin on her shoulder to look back for his reaction. Rhys still seemed dazed and was not alert, but at the end of the day, he was a hot-blooded teenager getting humped by his younger sister. He was a horse-hung brat, who, Gya reminded herself, had been having sex with his mom and at least one of their sisters fairly regularly.

Gya humped in earnest, sliding up and down his bumpy length, and getting extremely wet as she went. Despite the circumstances. Blessedly, Rhys was noticeably turgid, and she meant for him to stay that way. She felt his girth bob and throb beneath her, and it felt wonderful. She had done that!

'This is ridiculous!' She giggled. 'It seems like you're going to claim... another sister's virginity, brother!'

She reached back and hefted his heavy prick up against her oozing maw. Rhy's cockhead was full and rounded, a deep purple bulb against her pussy's shiny pink folds. She watched in disbelief as her fingers pressed his glans against her lips, a giant appendage against her minuscule opening.

Rhys was considerably erect now, visibly throbbing against her, and the thought of letting it drop flashed in her mind. He's surely hard enough to last the duration of the spell! But, either from a sense of protecting him or pure wanton lust, she wouldn't abandon Rhys, not when the spell was so close to finishing. Not when she was so close to finishing! Gya could feel herself building towards her climax!

'Oh Rhys, you're... absolutely humongous! You barely fit! Look at how big you are... compared to my sweet little gateway...'

'Gyaaa,' Rhys moaned, voice wavering from his sister's efforts on top of him.

'I'm here, baby,' she panted, guiding him and feeling his big thing slip past her slick lips.

She pressed him tightly against the thin membrane of her hymen, all that separated his cock and her becoming a woman. Gya couldn't believe how turned on she was from this whole situation. I'm making love to my brother! Under these circumstances, the illicit thrill, the nature of this setting, the possibility of disaster... despite the urgency of their somewhat one-sided lovemaking... was all so exhilarating for Gya. And Rhys is so deliciously hung.

'And I'm in total control over him!' She shouted. The supple young princess brazenly pushed down, daring herself to go further, and felt him tear her extremely sensitive flesh, that final tender barrier, her last vestiges of innocence. Pain! The sharp pain of ripping skin! Gya's eyes went wide as Rhys' girth seemed exceptionally suited to the task of penetrating her maidenhead.

Rhys was no stranger to breaking in Velcin virgins. He had already claimed their sister Mibby's virginity. Revealed to her when she had first sucked Rhys cock upon his arrival at the school, it was a now big secret between Gya and him. Mibby was the youngest Velcin princess and her intended betrothal to a Gristultan prince all but a foregone conclusion. Her compromised purity would not be seen positively by their parents. Knowing this excited Gya more than she was willing to admit.

Surrendering to the exquisite pleasure of her brother's size stretching and penetrating her, Gya sank back and let him pierce deeper. The pain was sudden and profound, but the waves of throbbing tightness soon abated, giving way to a unique sense of fullness in her tender teenage tunnel.

'Ohhhh! Oh! Oh, my goodness, Rhys! You're... you're inside! You're inside! You're in me, brother! We've done it! Look! Look! Ooooh fuck, you're huge!'

'Gya... ohhh Gya,' Rhys murmured, bringing his hands up to hold her ass as she sank on him.

'Yes, brother, yes! Look at it... sinking deep into my virgin pussy... you've claimed me, you fiend! You wicked, wicked boy!'

She widened her knees on either side of his legs and sank, letting her hips do all the work. Not exactly how she'd imagined her first time, but incredible all the same. Precious seconds passed and the last of the pain finally receded. She wiggled and flexed on him, adjusting herself to allow a little more inside with every stroke. Goodness, she gasped, it felt like trying to shove a whole candle up her cunt.

She moaned and bounced slowly, deliberately, occasionally looking back to make sure he was still watching. His hands are still gripped on my ass! She reminded herself. The last thing she wanted was him passing out. Magic was a funny thing, she told herself, you could never be certain of the results when casting spells on people. That's why this black magic scared her so much. Enchanting objects and liquids were one thing. With people, the results depended on the spellcaster as much as the spell itself. She just prayed Maymon would recognize when it was complete.

There was no sense worrying about that now! Gya allowed herself to block out what was going on and focus on fucking her brother. Her pussy, red and stretched taut around his awesome girth, was doing an awful lot of work as she humped him excitedly. She wasn't going to walk straight for a week! The horny Princess didn't know what she was doing, of course, but she was having fun learning!

'Oh, Rhyssss,' she moaned, running her hands through her black hair. 'Brother! Big Brother! Oh, you feel so incredible! Ugh... ugh, baby, you're fucking huge! You're fucking my guts!' Wet slapping sounds dominated the room as she up the pace.

'Gya,' Rhys moaned. 'What are... we doing?'

'Ohhhh fuck, you big idiot! What does it look like we're doing?' Gya screamed as it rubbed against her cervix. 'You're in my fucking guts!' She felt shivers run up her spine. Rhys' touch was cold and clammy but imbued with the distinct electricity of magic. She leaned back and let it course through her, felt him touch and grope her flesh. Soon his long fingers wrapped around her clapping butt cheeks, and she heard him growl with lust.

'Ughhh ugh ugh, so fucking tight, Gya.'

'That's it, baby,' her voice husky with desire, 'get a good hold on me. Hurt my little pussy!'

'Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck... Soooo tight, so tight,' he panted, relishing the feeling of her gooey, gripping inner walls as he kneaded her ass like dough in his hands.

'Ugh... ugh, that's right! That's it! Fuck my tight little cunt... I'm all yours, brother!' She clasped her stomach and felt the odd protrusion of his invading member, now deep in her core, the disturbingly large bulge in her pubic mound traveling up and down as they humped.

Gya need only look at Marzanna lying directly in front of her to see the strange shimmering aura surrounding her busty naked form to know things were happening. As she bounced on her brother's cock, the princess could make out current-like waves of blue ether emanating from Rhy's manhood and fly directly into Marzanna.

'Keep going, baby! You're fucking me so hard! Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!' She urged. She saw his whole body was now illuminated by the same strange magic as Marzanna. She looked ahead to see her mother writhing on the floor, struggling to stay flat on her back.

'Sister,' Rhys gritted. 'What's... happening?'

'We're having sex, silly!' she humped, ignoring the spell, only a few fat inches still to go. 'Get that big dick inside me, Rhys! Don't you want to stuff my hot pussy with every inch of this magnificent cock? Oh fuck, you feel soooo amazing! We should have been fucking years ago!'

At that Rhys' oversized prick surged with life, causing Gya to scream and toss her head back in ecstasy. She surprised herself, her orgasm suddenly firing through her, and she came hard all over his cock

'Oh shit,' she bleated, coming down from her orgasm, but continued to grind on him. She looked back again, giving him some sultry side-eye (and plenty of side-boob). 'That did it, brother! Why did you get harder... thinking about us doing it... years ago? You're so bad... uh uh... thinking about us like thaaaaat! Thinking about your little sister like that! I'd be much too small for such a big fat cock like this... that's why mommy had to train you when you hit your growth spurts! Our little pussies... uh uh... would never fit such fat... amazing... incredibly deep... oh, oh, fuck! Yesssss! Fuck me, baby, so good, so good... right there right there right there! Oh, shit... I'm cumming... again! AGAIN!' Gya creamed and spurt again, her mind swirling uncontrollably so soon after her first big orgasm, and then, leaning back to let it wash over her, felt a sharp blast of hot liquid shoot all over Rhys' legs.

When she eventually opened her eyes, she saw Maymon knelt next to Marzanna. No wait, that wasn't mommy... it was some young woman! It was like she was looking in a mirror! Someone much closer to Gya's age was lying in the circle where her mother had been only seconds ago... Gya struggled to make sense of what was happening.

She looked back at her brother, and felt him still inside her, still extremely erect, and buried to the hilt. He looked very pale, though he seemed oddly calm, given what they'd just been through. After the ringing in her ears finally subsided, she caught her breath.

'May, who is that? May, something's wrong! Look at Rhys.'

Maymon turned to face her and smiled. 'Nothing is wrong, Gya. The spell worked... this is your mother! You did an excellent job... I'm sorry I doubted you. Rhys should be alright, he simply has much more energy to give. I won't risk it on either of us though... it might turn us into babies! Look at what it did to Mother, Gya, she's been sent back decades!'

'Incredible...'

'Yes.' Maymon agreed. 'Now get off that big thing and out of the circle.'

***

Twenty-four hours later, Maymon hurriedly knocked at Gya's door, one hand on the letter she'd received earlier this morning.

May had no doubt the teenage Princess was still sore from yesterday but heard her stalk across the room and unlatch the door. Unsurprisingly, Gya looked as if she'd been in bed all day. May regarded her for a moment before entering the room.

Noting they were alone, and sitting Gya's roommate's bed, May tried to relax and get comfortable. Gya seemed unphased by her frenzied state. The girl was smart. She probably knew if this was serious, something about Marzanna and Rhys, May wouldn't have come herself. She'd have sent mother's guards to collect the Princess. It was an important matter nonetheless, certainly, enough to have Maymon trudging across the field to the student's dormitory.

Last night, after everything, Maymon asked Marzanna's men to escort Gya back to her room. May promised to give her regular updates as to the condition of her mother and brother. They'd seemed fine, dozing peacefully in the guestroom. May would monitor them for a day or two and then she and Gya would begin the real work. Yes, the spell had been a complete success, working its magic on Marzanna as intended, transforming her body into a woman decades younger, and they had even managed to keep Rhys alive while doing it. Truly a miracle! Gya yawned loudly and broke Maymon from her thoughts.

'We must speak!' May finally said, watching Gya got back into bed.

'Yes, yes, yes,' Gya said groggily. 'I expected you hours ago. What news?'

May settled and smoothed her skirts. She was well dressed, in a gown of thick black and purple layers, denoting her faculty. Her ear-length black hair, with only a hint of salt in it, was kept in a tight bun. She pushed back and rested herself against the cold stone wall. The air in the room was thick with teen body odor and sex. Gya had gone straight to bed after her heroic escapades with her brother.

'Unchanged. Their condition remains the same. They're both fine, I assure you. We need to let them sleep off the spell and regain their energy. I'll keep Rhys with me today. I've already let his teachers know he'll be unavailable for the remainder of the week.'

'The whole week? That long?'

'I honestly have no idea,' May shrugged. 'We have so much work to do, Gya. Blessed Redeemer, would it kill you to open the window? It reeks in here.'

'Maymon, it's freezing outside.'

'Hurry up and get dressed. I need your help with something. There's so much information to be collected. Why, other than Vyman, nothing like this has ever happened before! Velcin men... able to survive the spell... it's huge! It could lead to... life-changing consequences... for the family.'

'Uh huh,' Gya peeked above the covers.

Despite her feelings about how well things had turned out, and how proud she was of Gya, Maymon had to stay focused. Things were happening too quickly. They still needed to study and observe Marzanna and Rhys over the next few days. But there was the letter to consider. When May blinked and looked around, Gya was already up and hopping into her pants.

'Well, what are we waiting for?' Gya said, reaching for her petticoat. 'Shall we head over to your place?'

'No, wait. Not yet,' May tutted and held up the letter. 'I received this today. The timing couldn't be worse.'

'What?' Gya buttoned up. 'What does it say?'

'The Queen of Gristult is coming here. She's due to arrive tomorrow. The old King has passed, and his first son has taken the throne. Nyron. Dreadful fellow.' She sighed. 'Anyway, it seems his first order of business is for the dowager queen to visit the school and reaffirm ties with the administration.'

'What's that got to do with us?' Gya blinked at her.

'Well since we're here, being who we are, and since Mother is also here,' Maymon fingered the line she referenced on the paper, the one that specifically named Marzanna, 'they want to meet with us. Ensure our good ties are maintained under the new King. That sort of thing.'

'Oh no,' Gya mouthed and sat down next to Maymon. 'How will that work? No one will believe the woman in your room is Marzanna Velcin.'

'Agreed,' May said. 'Queen Marzanna is nearing sixty. The girl on my bed... barely looks twenty. This puts us in a difficult spot, Gya.'

Gya hunched forward, her chin resting on her palm. 'Is there any way... mother can leave before the Queen arrives?'

Maymon chewed her lip. 'Not by any believable means, no. Not by insulting the royalty of Gristult tomorrow.'

'Ugh, this is horrendous. We need to think of something.'

'That's why I'm here. I need your help, Gya.'

'Any chance you can reverse the spell?'

'Reverse it? We're lucky it worked the first time!'

'Well... do you think you could pose as a mother?' Gya asked.

Maymon considered it. 'Um, not convincingly. Besides, I've met this queen. Celeste Averone. She'll remember me for sure.'

'Celeste Averone. What's she like? Anything we can use on her... to stall the meeting?'

'I only met her once. She presents herself as a humanitarian from basic means. The old king married her for her youth and beauty. She's always throwing charities and balls for this or that cause. The gnat infestation, a few years ago, the one that destroyed all the southern crops. Celeste was on the frontlines during the relief effort, raising funds and helping out.'

'Oh, splendid. Saint Celeste is coming to visit.'

'I'm not so sure. I believe it's all theatrics. I got the impression, the last time she visited, Celeste married for the wealth and comfort of royal life. Who wouldn't? She's hardly a saint. And she seemed intriguingly protective of her son.'

'He'll be with her tomorrow?'

'I have no doubt. The boy is bright and fluent in the arcane. She'll probably wish to enroll him.'

'Alright. We might be able to use that.' Gya nodded.

'Consider these facts. She was the old king's second wife. Her only child, though of royal blood, has little chance to ever sit on the Gristultan throne. My gut tells me she's coming to explore marriage options.'

'What would mother say? Anything in your Velcin schemes for this kind of scenario?

'One of the older sons is also unwed... and I believe we had planned to have Mibby engaged to him. He apparently likes them quite young. But if Celeste's son is coming tomorrow, he may do as well...'

Gya fell back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Minutes passed silently as they considered what to do with this information.

'I've got an idea,' the Princess exhaled.

Maymon slapped her knee. 'Well out with it! I've got nothing.'

'We'll say Mother is sick with the flu. Very disagreeable climate here. She'll be bedridden for a few days. You and I can formally meet Celeste and the Prince, assuming he is with her. I could even give him one of my famous tours around campus, squeeze some information out of him.'

'Then what?'

'We'll need Rhys to be there, at the welcoming ceremony. To assure Celeste of why Marzanna came here in the first place. Do you think you can get him ready for tomorrow?'

'I'll see what I can whip up for him to drink.' May said distantly.

'What? What is it?'

'Well, what good will it do? We can only hold her off for so long. Celeste will want to see Marzanna at some point. She could be here for weeks, Gya.'

'Fair,' Gya said. 'The illness story buys us time... but what we need is dirt. Something on Celeste we can use to expedite the arrangement with the Prince and Mibby. If only Mibby were here!'

'Regrettable,' said Maymon thoughtfully.

'Celeste's trip here is quite soon after the coronation, don't you think?' Gya asked.

'Not to mention the funeral. Maybe the new king is getting rid of his gold-digger of a stepmother?'

'I don't know,' Gya sighed. 'We don't know enough. If we can get Rhys put together, present ourselves properly, and distract them from prying too much about Marzanna... well, it might give us the time we need to collect more information and come up with a real plan.'

'Alright,' Maymon clapped and rose. 'Good enough for now. I'll see about your brother. Try to dig up what you can on the Royals in the meantime. Local gossip or anything. Find a nice dress... And get a wash!'

'Wait,' Gya said, noticing Maymon sizing her up. 'The Prince!'

'As yet unpromised, yes.'

'You're not thinking... May, don't tell me...'

Maymon smiled. 'Well, as far as I know, you're just as unpromised. And Mibby is all the way over in Trevilan.'

'Oh, you've got to be joking!'

Next day, there was a significant buzz about the campus. Word had gotten around, and anticipation was palpable, for the beloved Dowager Queen's imminent arrival. Celeste Averone had been their beautiful and benevolent monarch for nearly twenty years. The people adored her. Whether from her kind heart, her charitable work, or simply her regal presence, the populace got excited whenever she visited. Today was no different. Even Maymon, royalty herself, had a hard time getting across the busy snow-covered lawn to her offices among the dozens of students, staff, and patrons milling about in groups to attend the welcoming ceremony later.

'Oh good,' Maymon said as Gya entered her office shortly after her. 'You're here.'

'It's pure chaos out there,' Gya huffed and removed her coat to showcase her exquisite gown, a lacy white dress with a deliciously plunging neckline that lovingly hugged her generous, creamy cleavage. She'd even done her hair nicely. Maymon was impressed at the girl.

'You look perfect, well done. Now we've only got an hour or so before the celebration begins. I have the itinerary. Celeste will be walked into the Grand Hall. A short speech from the chancellor, and then she'll make one. Then it's the introductions. Mostly Rich nobles, and patrons of the Academy. We're third on the list to be introduced.

'Any word if the prince is with her?' Gya asked as she leaned against May's desk.

'He'll be there.'

'Excellent, we can work with this. Were you able to rouse my brother into attending?'

May nodded and pursed her lips. 'Did you find out anything we can use on Celeste?'

'Scant. Celeste is keen to speak with us though, if the girls I spoke with can be trusted. We're the only foreign royals at the Academy. This visit is very deliberate.'

'Think she'll buy the story about Mother?'

'Maybe for a day or two, at most, but that gives me enough time to get to know Neel Averone.'

'Come around to the idea, have you?' Maymon winked.

'Please,' Gya scoffed. 'I'm still coming to terms with losing it to Rhys. But it can't hurt to get to know the fellow. We must assume Celeste will report everything back to her new King. This first meeting will be critical for us.'

Maymon laughed, 'Listen to you! Our little Gya is all grown up! Be prepared to use those magical tastebuds tonight, Princess. We'll need every advantage we can get.'

Gya stared at her aunt. 'And if the Averone Prince is smitten with me? What then? Do you want me to... accept a proposal before conferring with Marzanna? Is this what you think the Averones are really here for?'

Maymon shrugged. 'I'm as in the dark as you. I only found out about this visit yesterday. Mother is the expert on the royal families... and she's presently incapacitated. The three of us will have to make do.'

Gya breathed through her nose and paced the room, her slippers tapping on the floor.

'But I know this much: Celeste is well informed,' Maymon raised her finger. 'She knows Marzanna is here, Rhys is here... and she knows you're here too. If her son is with her, even if it's under the guise of a tour of the campus, you can be sure the subject of marriage will come up. Like your friends said, we're the only other royals here.'

'Terrific,' Gya twirled to face Maymon and rolled her eyes.

Maymon relaxed. 'I don't know this new king. Maybe he is his father's son... or maybe he is his own man. If he sent his stepmother here though, with his half-brother, so soon after the funeral, my best guess is to secure alliances.'

Gya relaxed. 'Then we proceed as planned. We cover for Marzanna and I escort Neel around campus.'

'Exactly. We'd better get going. Rhys will meet us there. So, we're clear - I'll make small talk with Celeste while you get to know her son.'

'You? Small talk? Maymon, you can hardly hold a conversation with yourself.'

'Don't remind me.'

At the welcoming ceremony, formality after formality was observed in similar fashion when Marzanna and Rhys arrived only months ago. The Dowager Queen and her son, along with their impressive retinue of guards, handmaidens, and dignitaries, arrived with the level of pomp and circumstance one would expect from a royal family so beloved. The reception was quite lively and raucous, much to Maymon's chagrin. She hated big crowds. Through it all, the Velcins paid close attention to Celeste's son, Neel.

Standing on the far side of the Grand Hall with a well-dressed but noticeably haggard-looking Rhys, the girls studied the handsome young prince intently. Neel was tall and skinny but filled out well for a boy his age. Like his gorgeous mother, Neel had uniquely silver-blonde hair, sharp facial features, and pouty red lips. Mother and son would have stood out regardless of their good looks because they were so oddly tanned among the sea of sun-starved northerners here. It was as if they had just returned from the tropical climates of southern Balmudia or Trevilan.

Eventually, the fanfare concluded, the Dowager Queen made a humble and heartfelt speech of thanks, and then the introductions began. Maymon felt knots of nervousness fill her stomach as she approached the dais with Rhys and Gya on either side.

'Majesty,' Maymon bowed. 'It is an honor to see you again. I wish... to extend our deepest condolences to your family. Your royal husband was... a strong ruler, and a dear friend to Trevilan.'

'Queen Maymon,' Celeste bowed gracefully in response and took Maymon's hands in hers. 'It is you who honor us, thank you for your kind words. It is no bad thing to honor a king who lived such a long and fulfilling life.'

'Well said, majesty.' Maymon held the queen's hands and her gaze.

'And it is so good to see you as well. Our last meeting was far too short! Are these your children behind you?'

Maymon tilted to introduce them. 'Yes, majesty. My son, Prince Rhys, and my sister-daughter, Princess Gya. Both of whom, it pleases me to say, now attend the Academy.'

Celeste smiled warmly at them as they bowed formally. 'Both are beautiful to look upon. The Velcin genes are envied across the land! And such a magically endowed family, Maymon. Allow me to introduce my son, Prince Neel Averone.'

Similar short introcutions followed between Rhys, Gya, and Neel.

Celeste's brow furrowed briefly as she looked over May's shoulder and past the children. 'But where is your mother? I was told Queen Marzanna was also here at the school?'

'Your information is correct. But the long winters of the north are no friend to the long-lived. Sadly, my mother has fallen ill and is fighting off the cold. She also sends her deepest condolences.'

'Oh, dear me,' Celeste's eyes glistened. 'Well, I wish her a swift recovery! I do hope we'll have the chance to converse. I was looking forward to finally meeting your illustrious mother.'

Maymon's smile was clipped. 'Of that, Majesty, I have no doubt.'

The procession went on as May and the kids walked back down, aged nobles now taking up the line behind them. Maymon, relieved to have survived the initial meeting, almost felt sorry for the Dowager Queen, looking at all those still waiting to give succor. Almost. Then she recalled Celeste's love of this kind of thing. She was in her element, no doubt.

Sure enough, looking back, the statuesque royal seemed to be enjoying all the schmoozing, shaking hands, and hugging old friends. And plenty of friends were milling about now, the old money of Gristult, big donors to the school who had interests in the Arcane. They'd all turned up to meet with Celeste and her son. Getting back to her pew, Maymon was at a loss. She had assumed to be interrogated thoroughly.

Endless food and drink were served. Students and nobles moved about the Hall in various circles, chatting and laughing, as the Dowager Queen and her group of dignitaries worked the room. Everything else had been cancelled so Maymon and the kids were free to go at any time and yet... something persisted. Maymon couldn't help but feel like some silent exchange was still going to happen here.

'It's not over,' Gya whispered in her ear as if reading her thoughts. 'There will be a message for you shortly. From one of her aids.'

'You've been drinking!' Maymon could smell the wine on her breath.

'Liquid courage. Neel is going to ask me to dance any second.'

Maymon almost laughed. 'And just when am I to receive this message? We've been here for over two hours!'

'I said shortly,' the Princess covered an adorable hiccup. 'It will... um, give you instructions where to meet Celeste privately. We won't be invited. You'll be alone with her, but you will be safe. Listen to what she says but try not to divulge anything personal.'

Maymon leered at her. 'How do you know all this?'

'I filched her handmaiden's drink.'

'Bless that magical mouth of yours!'

Less than twenty minutes later, everything Gya said came to pass.

Presently Maymon sat with Celeste in a stately living room, one of several on the penthouse suite of the Administration's dormitory. Maymon had never been inside these suites before, and though the room was well-lit and ornately furnished, she found them too big and drafty for her liking. She could see why Marzanna had refused such royal accommodations when she first arrived with Rhys.

The monarchs settled down across from each other on two plush blue divans. Celeste poured wine and regarded Maymon cordially, but rigidly so.

'Maymon,' Celeste said. 'Thank you again for joining me. I know it's been a long day, and yet... you are one of the few people I truly wished to speak with tonight.'

'Me, your majesty?' Maymon blushed, playing dumb. 'Whatever for?'

'It's alright, Maymon,' Celeste gestured around the room. 'We may speak freely here. Those big men downstairs, the ones you saw standing on either side of me earlier, they report directly to my stepson, King Nyron. I am, as you may already know, here at his behest, and because of your presence at this school. This is why I wish to speak with you...'

'Yes, Celeste,' May said cooly now, dropping all pretense. 'We gathered as much.'

'We? You mean Marzanna?'

'Gya,' May corrected. 'Mother truly is sick.'

'Pretty little thing,' Celeste said as rocked her glass. 'Princess Gya. She was eyeing my son the whole ceremony.'

'She is a very willful girl,' Maymon nodded. 'She'll have many theories as to why I've been summoned to a private audience with you.'

'I'll save her the trouble,' Celeste showed her teeth. 'Publicly, I'm here to enroll my son at the school. The line of succession is secure, and King Nyron has given his half-brother leave to pursue his academic interests. Neel, as you could probably tell, couldn't be happier.'

'I see,' Maymon sighed. '... And privately?'

'Covertly,' Celeste grinned, 'I'm here to beseech the Queens of Trevilan consider marrying Gya to Neel.'

'The Princess guessed as much,' Maymon chuckled. 'I'll bring the matter to Marzanna in the morning.'

'... and Prince Rhys to wed myself.'

'I'm sorry? What?'

Celeste was no longer smiling. 'I know how it sounds, Maymon. Believe me, I am not thrilled about the prospect either. I'm a widow only two days.'

'You want to marry... Prince Rhys? Celeste, he's only a boy.'

'The King,' Celeste said, 'wants me to marry Prince Rhys. Wants our families to ally through marriage. Two weddings are better than one, according to Nyron.'

'What? What's going on, Celeste? That makes no sense! We can certainly discuss Gya... and Neel. But you and Rhys? That is absurd.' Maymon was standing.

'Maymon,' Celeste said calmly but remained seated. 'Please, let's talk about this. We're both in difficult situations. You are a foreign royal operating in our kingdom. A kingdom now under the rule of a new king. I... am no longer Queen of Gristult. I've been cast aside by my family, you must see that. I have few options and I'm only trying to secure my son's future-'

'And your own.' Maymon said, though it came out harsher than intended.

'Maymon, everything changed for us two days ago. Gristult is no longer the same kingdom it was when my husband ruled. Nyron wants to secure alliances... for the next generation of Averones. I am nothing more than a piece for him to play. Neel is one more such piece. To King Nyron, you Velcins have operated here freely under the protection of this school. He means to put a stop to that unless...

'Unless what?'

Celeste stood up and faced her. 'Your family must submit to the King Nyron's rule and his proposals... or he will have you driven out of the Academy... and Gristult, forthwith.'

Maymon stared at her, too stunned to respond.

Celeste exhaled sharply and was about to take Maymon's hands but stopped short.

'I can see this news comes as a shock to you. Please take the night to consider what I've said. I've asked Neel to introduce himself to your daughter this evening. They're probably downstairs right now, dancing and laughing. It could always be like that, Maymon. It might be good for them to get acquainted if we can come to some agreement...'

Maymon nodded silently while she stepped backward towards the exit. She was too lost in her thoughts to respond.

'And Maymon,' Celeste said, watching her go, 'I do hope Marzanna recovers soon.'

***

Rhys eavesdropped on the two Queens as they conversed in the spacious and dimly lit room.

In the far corner, he squatted on his knees, refusing to get too comfortable in case he had to move quickly. He was straining to hear all they were saying. Prince Rhys was invisible. He had entered the luxurious royal suite with Maymon, walked in step with her as she approached Celeste, and made for his present spot, which he assumed would have little foot traffic.

Much to his relief, after some obligatory greetings and social niceties, Celeste had her small army of handmaidens leave the room. Then it was just the two of them alone. And Rhys.

The busty monarchs spoke for close to an hour on a variety of subjects. To Rhys, they sounded friendly enough, but he also knew, at least for his mother, it was all for show. But what a show it was! Rhys had a hard time concentrating. Both women were still dressed for the ball in lots of frills and layers. So much bosom! Maymon was showing an obscene amount of creamy cleavage, her lacy black corset visibly struggling to contain all that healthy tit-flesh from spilling out. Celeste was similarly garbed, in a light blue ensemble with a sinfully exposed neckline. He could practically see her tanned areolas!

He didn't know where to look. But then he remembered he had an unobstructed view! No one could stop him from ogling to his heart's delight. He steadied himself on his knees and leaned forward for a better look at their tits. Careful not to make a sound. The chatter continued and he was almost worried the spell was going to wear off. That would not be good. His presence would be difficult to explain. There had been no time to devise a suitable excuse if that happened.

Earlier, during the welcoming ceremony, he'd participated in the introductions with Maymon and Gya. He'd bowed and greeted the Averone Queen and Prince warmly. Then the next minute he was off, racing down the hall and into the teacher's lounge, where his lusty illusions professor, Lucidia Lorehold, waited patiently for him. It had all been arranged by Maymon. Miss Lorehold performed her senior-level invisibility spell without fanfare, watched excitedly as Rhys' flesh slowly began to disappear in the mirror facing them.

'The spell is complete,' Professor Lorehold whispered in her ditzy voice. 'You have a few hours at most... to do whatever you must do. Remember, you never saw me. We were never here. I could lose my tenure for this.'

'Incredible!' Rhys laughed and started to undress. 'I can't thank you enough, Miss Lorehold. And I understand. I never saw you... and you never saw me!'

'Smart boy,' she breathed, watching as Rhys' clothes seemed to neatly fold themselves on the chair. 'Which means no one will see me suck this big cock...'

'Miss Lorehold,' Rhys stammered, but the woman was already on her knees, his current state no barrier to her searching mouth. 'Time is... of the essence. Oh, my goodness! Alright then...'

'Mmm, mm, mm... uh uh,' she purred. 'Don't worry... I'll be quick. Mmm, so big! Rhys... I need it so bad!'

Back in the present, Rhys gave himself a moment to appreciate how thoroughly the Professor had had her way with him. Watching the Queen's battle of wits, he felt himself get hard, leering at their buxom curves and thinking about how well Miss Lorehold sucked his invisible cock earlier.

He had to trust her magic would hold for the duration of his sleuthing. Thankfully he didn't have to wait much longer. Maymon gave an incredible performance, one of pure shock and surprise, over Celeste's demands. He watched as his mother, quite dramatically, backed her way out of the room. Rhys almost believed she was caught off guard by the news.

The invisible prince wasn't sure what to do next when only Celeste remained in the room. For a tense moment, he was afraid to even breathe, until, thankfully, her handmaidens swarmed inside and appraised the statuesque woman on tonight's agenda.

Several aged nobles, wealthy parents of his classmates, were soon admitted. None took more than a few minutes at a time before being ushered back out. Rhys was shocked at how heated they all seemed to get. The dozen or so meetings took on a familiar structure: nobles demanding when their investments would see a return from the royal family. Some were demanding their money back. Celeste could only give vague and, probably empty, promises.

It was soon abundantly clear to Rhys that the Dowager Queen was in a difficult position with the upper echelons of Gristult. By the sounds of it, the royal family had run up several impressive debts to these nobles. Now it seemed the old money were keen to collect.

Rhys stared at her more and more. Was he really supposed to marry this woman? Why? Did she only want Velcin wealth to pay off their considerable debts? He almost felt sorry for Celeste, but he had heard her demands to Maymon, had seen her defiance and holier-than-thou attitude. Celeste was putting them in a tough spot and for what? Rhys didn't want to leave the school... and he didn't really wish to marry this widow either, mature babe though she may be. He was hoping he'd get to marry Mibby... or Gya... or both!

The night dragged on, but Rhys did as he was told. Reconnaissance. All he needed to do was sit and listen then report back at Maymon's suite immediately after.

At some point, he felt he had enough information and only needed a chance to leave. Rhys decided to follow the next couple out the doors when suddenly Celeste's handmaidens announced there were no other guests to see, save for Prince Neel. Celeste sighed theatrically and asked them to admit her son.

Rhys straightened when he saw the youngest Averone Prince again. Hearing the door close behind Neel, Rhys realized he'd have to wait until the prince went back to his room...

'Did you have fun tonight, my darling?' Celeste asked, sitting back down and stretching out on the plush divan.

'I did, mommy! I had a wonderful evening. Dancing and making new friends. I think I'll like this school,' he yawned and strolled over to sit beside her, fixing her legs across his lap.

'You must be tired, my pet,' Celeste yawned. 'I know I am. You wouldn't believe how many awful meetings Mommy had to sit through.'

Rhys rolled his eyes and got ready to move.

'Well,' Neel smiled. 'Dancing with the Princess... got me excited, mommy. You don't suppose it's too late... for a little fun?'

'Oh, Neel,' Celeste's head fell against the cushion. 'Again? Mommy is a little sore from this morning...'

Rhys immediately perked up. Wait... were they? No, surely not...

'But it's so heavy, mommy!'

'Baby, it's been such a long day...'

'I know,' Neel whined. 'But you can't expect me to go to bed... with this?'

Rhy saw him gesture to his lap and Celeste wiggle her little feet pressed deeply against the boy's groin.

'Goodness, baby! Oh, you are pent up, aren't you?' She moaned playfully. 'But mommy is simply sapped for strength tonight, baby.'

'That's alright, mommy. I don't mind! I can do all the work.'

Celeste laughed and gazed deeply into his eyes. She sat up and held his face in her hands. 'Oh, Neel. What would I do without you? Sometimes I feel like it is just the two of us. That you're the only one... who truly understands me. '

The horny teenager said nothing, completely transfixed by the abundance of cleavage his mother's pose had created. She pulled him close, and they kissed. It was a very intimate and passionate embrace.

Rhys recognized this kind of intimacy immediately. The Averone mother and son began to make out and moan softly into each other's mouths. Their heads tilted as they kissed more intensely, hands searched and caressed curves and bulges.

Celeste broke away and sighed. In a husky voice, she said, 'Help mommy out of this tight thing... and then you can do what you like.'

'Yay!' Neel whooped and got to work.

Rhys watched as Neel flipped Celeste over and went about unlacing her. The spoiled prince bent forward to shower his mother's bare shoulders with kisses. The boy stopped when the task dragged on longer than he apparently liked and instead pulled down her skirts, much easier, and then her underwear, revealing a sizable fleshy rump and a silvery-colored bush. More kisses down her lower back, then her round cheeks, and his face was soon buried between them.

'Mmm, oh, Neel! Mommy's dress is still waiting to be undone,' Celeste giggled.

'There's too many laces, Mommy,' Neel moaned, face pressed against her ass. 'Can't we just leave it on? I only want your sweet little honeypot!'

'Neel Erstwin Averone! You undo my corset this instant or no fun for you, young man! You can march right back to your bedroom and forget all about Mommy's sweet little honeypot tonight. Or waking you up with my mouth tomorrow.'

The horny teenager complied with mock reluctance. Back up he came and focused on his task. After a few silent seconds of untying, the fabric finally loosened, and both gave an audible sigh of relief.

Celeste wasted no time and flipped over to face her grinning boy. Shimming out to reveal her ample bosom, she pulled his face forward between her soft boobs.

Neel was gathering her big tits in his grasp and greedily feasting on her red nipples, lapping and sucking them as if nursing, while she cooed and ran a hand through his hair.

With her final articles of clothing discarded and her son groping and sucking her tits, Celeste reached for the profound bulge pressed against her hip. A moment later the boy's fat hardon was free and pressed up against her tummy, her grip tight just below the crown. Rhys was impressed; the kid had a fat cock.

'Does baby want mommy's mouth again?' Celeste purred and adjusted her back against the arm of the divan.

'Mmmhmm,' Neel murmured, surrounded by milky tit flesh. He stood and stepped out of his remaining clothes.

What followed was not so much a lusty mother-son blow job as a forcible face fucking. Rhys had never seen anything like it. The Averone prince angled over his mother's perfect oval of a mouth and started by tapping his drooling prick on her outstretched tongue a few times for good measure, and then proceeded to plunge into her throat, hard and deep, as if another hole between her legs.

The gagging and choking sounds were quite pronounced. Rhys squinted to watch. Neel thrust his young hips forward until every fat inch disappeared down her welcoming throat and pressed deep until his bloated scrotum rested against her sloppy chin. Only to pull the whole thing out, a heavy film of saliva and precum making it glisten in the candlelight, and then shove it back down.

Celeste retched and sobbed but patted his hips lovingly. Presumably, she was used to this kind of treatment from her son. This went on a good long while until the prince finally fell back and sat on her taut stomach.

'Had enough, baby?' Celeste gasped; her face a dripping mess of fluids.

Neel gripped the girthy root of his shaft and pressed it against a round tit.

'You want to fuck mommy's pussy now, darling?' she spat.

The prince smiled and nodded. When his mother parted her legs to welcome him, he silently stood and aligned himself between them. The contrast between his fat, vein-riddled appendage and her puffy cunt was striking. The fat tube of teenage flesh pulsed wickedly against her gooey quim. Neel sawed back and forth and let his thick shaft slide up and down her sucking pussy.

'Fuck, baby. You're so hard! It's hot... Hurry up and give it to mommy!'

'Hard, mommy?' He grunted and rested his prick against her pubic mound, a bushy forest of silvery hair, where the arc of his shaft extended past and now throbbed just below her belly button.

'Yessss,' she hissed. 'Hard, baby! As hard as you like... just put it inside! Please!'

'Give me your legs,' he said and adjusted as she complied. Soon he had both ankles resting on his shoulders. 'OK, Mommy. Gonna give it to you now. Ready?'

'Uh huh,' she panted. 'Uh huh... Yes, baby. Yes!'

Neel pushed his bloated purple glans into her furnace of a cunt and sank forth as Celeste sang in pleasure. Her mature pussy was stretched and bright as inch after inch of teenage cock eased inside her with more care than Rhys had thought she'd receive from her hung son.

'I love how tight it is, Mommy. This is the only cunt I need!' Neel went as deep as he could go and stopped.

But Celeste was grinding against him, pumping her fat ass forward and trying to coax him on. 'Come on, baby! You're so deep... right against Mommy's special place! Ughhh, what are you waiting for?'

Neel laughed and flexed inside her, making her squeal. 'For you to beg, mommy!'

'Oh, baby! What a naughty boy! Naughty, naughty... ohhh, fuck. So big... so fucking big. Come on, baby! Give it to mommy hard.... Please. Please, baby? Hear me now? I'm begging! Give me a good, hard fucking!'

Neel said nothing but rolled his hips and began to thrust. Out and then back in. Deep and slow, as his mother moaned and cried beneath him. He had her in his control. She wiggled and writhed under him, pinned down, her legs helplessly dangled, held against his shoulders by one of his arms as he pumped.

'Neel,' she panted, her voice wobbling in response to his efforts. 'Baby... you're so deep. Sssssoooo fucking deep. Harder, honey! Mommy needs it hard...'

'Yes, mommy.'

'Ugh, ugh, ugh... Oh! Oh, fuck yes!'

Rhys remained the voyeur, watching mother and son conduct their needful intercourse for the better part of an hour. The kid worked his mom long and hard, flipping her around several times and bending her over the arm of the couch. Loud, wet slapping filled the room, with only her echoing cries to challenge them. It was a wonder her handmaidens didn't burst in to see what the matter was, but Rhys figured their silence had long ago been bought.

Finally, Neel had her angled down on all fours, massive cheeks slapping against his hips, his hands gripped firmly above hers, as he pumped and plowed with all the force he could muster.

'Cumming, mommy,' he chanted. 'Cumming! I'm cumming inside you!'

'Yes,' she moaned. 'Yes, darling. Inside... inside meeeee! Mommy is cumming too!'

Rhys was watching; shamefully erect himself, and hoping he'd soon get his chance to exit. He needed relief! His mothers were going to love this!

Their final thrusts soon subsided, Neel and Celeste basked in the glow of their orgasms, and then he rose to stand over her. A puzzled, exhausted look came over her beautiful face. His slick cock was still an angry red and menacingly turgid. A fat club of a cock sprouting out from his hairy groin. Celeste, still dazed, head lolling on her shoulder, peered up as he slapped it against her forehead.

'Still.... Baby? It's... oh, you're still so hard,' she moaned as he traced his glans across her puckered lips. A slimy trail of cum was left on the corner of her mouth.

'Sorry, mommy. It just won't go down!' He shoved it back in her mouth.

'Mmmmm!' she blurted. 'Mm, uh, uh!'

Neel took hold of her head with both hands, gathering her silvery-blonde hair up in his grip, as he fucked her face again.

Twenty minutes later Rhys finally managed to cut out of there. Celeste's loud throating made enough nose for him to pass unnoticed through the bedroom's balcony double doors. He was outside when the spell finally began to dissipate. Just in time!

Standing outside, he peered through the glass doors one more time to see Neel carry his mother into the bedroom and lay her on the bed. Up went her legs! The stamina of this kid! Before Rhys had the good sense to climb down and go home, he watched in awe as Neel's back began to hump on her once more, Celeste's legs dangling helplessly in the air on either side.

Rhys had returned to normal by the time he got back to Maymon's suites on the other side of the campus. He had no idea what time it was and wouldn't be surprised if they were asleep. But he ran all the same, partly to get news to them as quickly as he could and partly because he was still naked.

Thankfully, upon entering, he found May and Gya sitting together in the living room drinking tea.

'Finally! Took you long enough,' Gya stood and threw up her hands. 'What happened? And where in the Redeemer are your clothes?'

'Either Professor Lorehold has them... or they're still in the teacher's lounge,' Rhys panted and wrapped himself in a big brown blanket. He sat across from Maymon. 'But that hardly matters now. Sit down, Gya. You're going to want to hear this.'

He told them everything, all he'd seen and heard, saving the best for last. He left out no details.

'Juicy,' Gya whispered. She watched Rhys intently, sitting close to him. Dressed in her thin green silk nightgown, her voluptuous young body was hard to ignore but Rhys seemed totally absorbed in his report. Even with her long locks, supple curves, and gravity-defying breasts basically on full display.

'That's one word for it. Rhys, this is huge,' Maymon said pouring him some tea. 'Good work. This changes everything. Exposing their incest... would ruin them. The Gristultans are... a very conservative people, quite rigid in their views on family and relationships. Incest, even among their royals, is simply not tolerated.'

'How sad,' Rhys said. 'Celeste must not have known that when she started banging her son.'

'Incredible,' Gya exhaled. 'But is it enough? Their poor financials... and her relationship with her son?'

'Possibly,' Maymon offered. 'I'll need time to think. And... well there's no getting around it. I'll need to tell Marzanna.'

'Is that wise?' Gya asked. 'She's still recovering.'

'I see no other way forward. We've gone as far as we can without her guidance. I'll talk to her.' She rose to close the discussion. 'You two should get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a busy day.'

The kids nodded as Maymon went to her room and closed the door.

'So, what was it like? Seeing another family... a different mother and son... are being intimate?' Gya asked when they were alone.

'Gya, it was wild!' He beamed. 'And I am not ashamed to say... I got very excited watching it.

'You did?'

'Oh yes... and I usually never get like that... unless I'm participating, you know?' He crossed his legs and sipped at his tea. 'But I guess... knowing that it's so taboo for everyone else, and yet, is so uniquely fascinating to see... That it still happens all the time in secret... and then to see it happening... well it was something!' Rhys rambled.

Gya chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully. 'I think I know what you mean. I'm... getting excited just thinking about it.'

'You are?'

'Mmhmm,' she nodded vigorously. 'I wish I could have watched them.'

'Gya,' Rhys whispered.

'Yes?' she cocked her head and smiled at him slowly, sensually.

'I just... well, I wish I had been more alert the other night, with you.'

She laughed warmly and patted his leg. 'It's fine, Rhys, I was just saving your life, that's all.'

Rhys laughed hesitantly. 'No, I meant the sex! I enjoyed it... from what I remember. I was hoping... well, it wasn't a one-time thing, you know?'

'Oh?' Gya leered at him. 'And I thought I was too old for you?'

'What? Gya, are you kidding? You're hardly... the oldest family member I've been with.'

'No?'

'Don't forget I was on the road with Marzanna for nearly two months.'

'But you were with Mibby first,' she retorted.

'Yes,' Rhys nodded slowly, 'that's different. What Mibby and I shared...'

'Different?'

'It was... it was her first time. She wanted me to be her first.'

'I was a virgin too you know!' she punched his shoulder. 'That was my first time last night!'

'What?! I must have really been out of it! You gave it up... to save me? And I was...'

'Yes,' she folded her arms and huffed. 'Idiot.'

'Gya,' he said. 'Thank you. Last night, I was barely hanging on there... I had no idea... you would do that to save me.'

'... You'd do the same, wouldn't you, Rhys?'

'Absolutely...'

They stared at one another for a long time, or what seemed like a long time for two horny teenagers bearing their feelings to one another.

And then, suddenly, in the span of a flame's flicker, the distance between them closed and they locked lips in a lusty embrace. Kissing in a frenzy of passion and need, they fell into each other. On Maymon's couch, in her cluttered living room, where the ritual had been performed only last night, the two siblings made out like the young lovers they were.

Without a care for the fact that their mothers were in the other room, planning and scheming their next course of action, Gya and Rhys got hot and heavy. Their hands roved across each other, hungry to feel such full breasts and tight muscles. All that supple and soft flesh. Silently they made out, caressing, squeezing, and groping freely, while hastily undoing what clothes remained.

Gya couldn't control herself, and her sharp moans of passion were music to Rhys' ears. He had been so bashful around her earlier, even during the ceremony, not truly believing that last night he had been inside her. Now it looked like he'd get the chance once more and there was no way he would miss a second of it this time.

'Get this blouse off me,' Gya gushed into his ear, between chewing it, and with her fingers clawing at his belt. 'I want to feel your mouth on my bare tits.'

'Oh fuck,' Rhys bleated. 'I can't believe this is happening.'

'Don't overthink it,' she smirked. 'But don't expect me to do all the work this time either. I want you on top first.'

'As you command,' he ripped open her blouse and shoved his face between her big perky tits.

She threw off the blanket and his cock slapped back against his stomach. Gya gasped as she took hold of it, the long thing was already pulsating wickedly in her grasp.

'Oh fuck,' she mouthed. 'I keep forgetting how huge this is! Hurry up and get on the floor, this couch isn't nearly big enough for us to get busy on.' She was already spreading out on the rug. On the floor they already had such associations with.

The Velcin teens clumsily got into position for missionary sex. Both completely naked, quite a taboo sight for anyone lucky enough to see it except Rhys was sure no invisible voyeurs lurked in this room.

Here was Rhys, tall and gangly, though strikingly handsome, with an enormous cock, almost comically out of place on his thin frame, and wobbling nearly a foot in front of him. And there was Gya, so young and yet already blessed with the voluptuousness of a grown woman's body, a grown woman's sexual organs, her heavy, full breasts disproportionately large on her petite frame, her curves, her fantastic ass, arrestingly pronounced. They seemed to be made for one another. And in a way, they were.

'Fuck you're already soaking.' Rhys gently fingered her twat, the smell of her cunt was overwhelmingly erotic, and hot pink lips were now a web of gooey girl cream.

'Told you, idiot. Hurry up and put that big thing inside me!'

'No way,' Rhys lowered his face to her blossoming petals, close enough to feel her oozing nectar against his nose. 'Gotta eat this first.'

'No! What? Ohhhh you foolish boy! Oh fuck!' she yelped, running her hands through his messy hair as he gave her oral pleasure. Soon she was grinding into his face and pressing him down hard as he lapped, kissed, and sucked her wet cunt.

When they'd had enough, and his face was slick with her juice, Rhys rose and readied himself to enter her. Wordlessly he slipped past her folds and watched her face reflect the pleasures of their connection as he filled her so completely. They fit together perfectly. They were made for one another, like all the Velcin children.

'Easy, baby,' she purred. 'It's fucking huge...'

Inch after inch sank into Gya and she extended all her fingers against his chest as he got closer and closer to her face. His arms and elbows were on either side of her, easing him down as he worked himself inside, between her soft legs.

'Ohhhh, brother.' She surrendered. 'It's wonderful. You're so wonderful. More... more... I need more.'

'There's still so much left, Gya,' he soothed. 'Don't worry.'

'Will it... hurt?'

'Do you want it to hurt?'

She reached up and kissed him. Then she wrapped her legs around his butt and locked him in. 'I want you to fuck me.'

They did just that. Rhys was careful to muffle her screams and moans as they went at it, several times he thought Maymon or Marzanna would come barging out and telling them to keep it down. Luckily, they rutted undisturbed. Eventually, Gya got back on top, reverse cowgirl, letting him enjoy the astounding view of her big butt as it clapped and bounced on his frothy cock. The iron bar that was his penis was unstoppable tonight.

He pulled out and came on her tits, watching in satisfaction as she smeared the massive load on her skin. Then they went back at it for almost an hour. Gya lost track of how many times she'd cum on him.

Presently she was on her back, Rhys had her held down, his hand around her neck, as he humped in long and fast strokes. She had never been taken so forcefully before. She loved it!

'Gonna... cum, sis!' He panted but did not slow. 'Can I... finish inside this time?'

'Not inside! Not inside!' she managed with his hand still on her throat. 'It isn't... ugh, ugh... it's not safe!'

'Ummm... it isn't? You don't... uh, uh... want my kid? You don't want me... ughhhh... to put a baby in your belly?' he kept pumping, fat balls slapping against her taint. He was dangerously close.

Gya didn't want to argue. She didn't want it to stop. She kept humping back on him. Some wicked part of her wanted this to happen, to know how it would feel.

'Is that what you want, Rhys? You want... oh!... to knock me up? We're... both students. Do you want me... walking around school... with a big belly? You want... everyone to know you got your little sister pregnant, you sick fuck?'

'Fuck yeah! I want them all to know I seeded you! I want everyone to know this pussy is all mine. I'm the only one who gets to breed this incredible pussy! I'm the only one who gets to knock you up, sis!' Rhys slammed into her. He had let her neck go and had her by the hips instead, fucking her wildly.

Gya could barely see straight. She could only feel the pounding and the ecstasy of her impending orgasm. He fit so perfectly and filled her so incredibly. He was pressing against her cervix... banging on it... over and over, kissing those puckered lips of her teenage womb's willing gateway.

'Ooooh fuck... you made me cum again... Ohh Ughhh NOT AGAIN!' Gya screamed and sprayed all over his groin.

'Oh shit, Gya,' he panted, seeing her juice fire uncontrollably. He continued his onslaught on her poor little pussy. 'Here it comes, sis! Ugh, ugh, ugh... Gonna be a big one!'

'Fuck it,' she cried, thrusting beneath him. 'Inside me, you big fucker! Dump it inside me! Breed me... ugh, ugh... fill me up! Come on, big boy, empty those nuts and fill me up! Get me pregnant, daddy! Get me pregnant! Knock me up, Rhys! Fuck me, fuck me. Put a baby in meeee!'

'Ffffuckkk, Gya!' Rhys managed, unable to stop himself. 'Cumming! Oh shit, I'm doing it! I'm cumming inside you!'

'Ah! Ah!' Gya screamed, 'yesssss!'

She covered her mouth as she felt the indescribably intense sensation of being flooded. Shot after molten shot of sperm searing its way into her teenage love tunnel. Her unique abilities, for so long thought only to be found in her mouth, reacting to the buckets of potent swimmers now flooding her dangerously fertile womb. Her mind continued to spin. She had such profound awareness of herself, of Rhys, of their future, eclipsing the horizon of her mind, amidst the fireworks of yet another spine-shattering orgasm. Perhaps her powers reacted to more than what went in her mouth... but any of her body's orifices. This would surely need further research.

For now, she was happy enough to be so thoroughly fucked apart by her brother's meaty horse cock.

They made out slowly and sloppily. Rhys stayed inside her for a long while, his long prick, though deflating, still bucking and throbbing fat dollops of baby batter deep inside his little sister's mercilessly stuffed cunt.

Gya, now truly and madly in love with her brother, wrapped her little arms around him, smothering him in her bosom, and held him close. She kissed him once more and wished that the deluge would never end.

Eventually, the kids collapsed on the rug and were fast asleep in each other's arms.

Next morning Rhys woke alone on the floor. He shot up and examined the room. The place was still a cluttered mess but his clothes from last night were neatly folded on top of the table. He didn't bother getting dressed just yet. 'Gya? Mother? Anyone?'

'They're gone,' Maymon called from the master bedroom. 'Maybe an hour ago.'

Rhys walked into the room and saw the bed was made. Maymon was sitting with her legs folded and a book in her lap. Otherwise, she was naked, though that was hardly unusual. 'Where is Marzanna?' Rhys looked around and gaped. He had no idea what was going on. It was just the two of them.

'She's out on an errand,' May said casually. She licked a finger and turned the page. 'It's late morning, Rhys. You've slept in. Don't you have class?'

'Class? After what happened last night? Mother, what is going on? You let Marzanna go outside? In her... condition? Is that wise?' He fluttered in confusion.

'It is of no concern now,' Maymon chuckled and closed her book. Though forty, she was still quite beautiful. May's pale skin, short black hair, and piercing green eyes were the hallmarks of Velcin beauty. Though Rhys seemed occupied, Maymon, barely more than five feet tall, sat patiently, and seductively, on the bed. Her posture only amplified her generous hips and massive, matronly melons, which rested low and full on her chest, nearly filling her lap.

'No... concern?' he stammered.

'We discussed everything you told us and have already come to... a conclusion... that will mutually satisfy both families and, I believe, our continued positions at this school.'

'What? That's... it then?' Rhys blinked at her. 'You two arrive at another one of your neat and tidy conclusions for conquering another kingdom and we're just... supposed to move on? Go to class! What about Prince Neel and Gya? What about Celeste's threats? And they're fucking, don't forget.'

Maymon smiled and patted the bed. 'You've said it all, my son. And we couldn't have arrived at our conclusions without your sleuthing... your covert intel. That's how we get ahead! Information, Rhys. You've allowed us to do this final part - and in so doing - secured your further education. And my career. We owe you a debt of gratitude.'

'But how? I don't understand! And what conclusion was even reached? Mother, I am so confused!'

'Relax, child. You'll know everything soon enough. Why don't you lie down... and let mommy take care of that painful morning wood for you?'

'My... oh,' sure enough Rhys was sporting a massive erection. Though he had probably failed to take in the mature, busty body of his birth mother, his restless cock sure hadn't. 'Oh goodness.'

'It's alright,' Maymon chuckled. 'I'm free for the next hour... if you are?'

'Well, I guess... if you're not worried,' he shrugged, leaning back on his elbows to let his long tube fall against his stomach. 'But I'll expect a full report when they return! I deserve to be kept in the loop!'

'Of course, dear,' she cooed, her face already in his lap, licking and kissing. 'First, let me clean you. Why you're positively covered in dry cum! It's a good thing mommy is here. You know how much I love a good clean-up job...'

***

'Princess... Gya,' Celeste said as she opened the door. 'Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise! Please come in.'

'Good morning, majesty,' the princess bowed. 'Is Prince Neel awake?'

'Umm, yes, we... we just finished breakfast. Shall I have him brought out?' She quickly wiped her mouth and gestured for the princess to make herself comfortable in the living room.

'Only if he is decent,' Gya said. 'I've come to speak with both of you... regarding your conversation with Queen Maymon last night.'

Well, that was fast, Celeste thought. And far easier than I thought it was going to be. 'Wonderful news. Why don't you have a seat, princess? I'll have him brought out... in just a moment.'

'Please take your time, majesty.'

In the bedroom, Celeste hastily skipped across the marble floor and into her closet. She fluttered about and eventually grabbed a few articles for her son to wear.

'Time to get up now, baby.' She said, walking out to see him still on the bed. 'Princess Gya is here to speak with us.'

'But Mommy,' the boy whined, 'I'm still hard!'

'Baby!' Celeste stopped, hands on her hips. 'You just gave mommy's tummy a whole breakfast's worth of seed! How can you still be hard?'

'Ummm... look!' He threw aside the blanket.

'Oh my, you certainly are...' she licked her lips, could still taste the hot, salty load he'd fed her only minutes ago. 'But we've no time, my sweet angel! The princess is sitting out in the living room right now. You must... try and put that big thing away and greet her with me. Mommy will... take care of it once she's gone.'

'Promise?'

'Promise!'

Soon enough, the handsome young prince was produced, and Celeste had all three of them sat on the comfy divans she and Maymon had conversed across only last night, among her other late-night activities. It was a bright and beautiful morning, the sun was shining, and spring was finally in the air. Celeste even had some windows open. She was confident this fine day was a sign that things were finally going her way.

'Good morning, Princess Gya,' Neel said formally. 'It is good to see you again! You are looking radiant today. Is your hair... longer than it was last night?'

'Is it?' Gya flushed and fixed her hair. 'Velcin locks must... grow fast, I suppose.'

Neel was going to say the princess' voice also sounded different, as if it belonged to an older woman, and her bust looked significantly larger, tightly molded to her dark green dress, but his mother had told him to mind his manners, so he kept his tongue.

Celeste examined the princess as well, curious by Neel's observation. The princess did indeed seem oddly different this morning, chunkier, but beyond her long black hair and noticeably buxom figure, especially for one so young, she could see nothing out of the ordinary. Celeste's memory was a blur of so many new faces.

'I think it suits you,' Neel smiled.

'Thank you.'

'Getting right to the heart of the matter, Princess Gya. Am I to take it then,' Celeste coughed and chose her words carefully, 'you've come to speak with us regarding... marriage?'

'Quite right, majesty.' The Princess nodded energetically. 'It is precisely that.'

'Wonderful,' Celeste clapped. 'You see Gya, Neel and I were somewhat... apprehensive about this entire visit. This ceremony business the headmaster put us through last night, is all for show, you understand. When we truly meant to get down to business with our visiting Velcins.'

'Oh, yes. I can imagine,' Gya added. 'Given marriage was on your mind.'

'And then, well, word got out that we were coming, didn't it?'

'You could certainly say that again,' she crossed her legs.

'Why, every wealthy noble and their families came to have an audience, as I am sure you saw. And well, I truly wanted nothing more than to have a moment alone with your parents, er... your mother. Mothers? I beg your pardon, Princess. How exactly should one refer to them? Do you... consider Maymon to be your co-mother or your sister?'

'Well, umm,' The princess tried to interject.

'Mother,' Neel laughed and touched her shoulder, 'you're babbling. Why don't you let Gya speak?'

Celeste blushed and glanced between the teenagers. 'Listen to me! Forgive me, Gya. I guess I'm just so relieved how abruptly we've resolved this matter.'

'Perhaps you should check your relief, majesty.'

Celeste cocked her head. 'I beg your pardon. Whatever do you mean?'

'Just this: I am here to discuss the matter you spoke of with my mother last night. Though I doubt the conclusion we've reached is... exactly what you had in mind.'

'I'm afraid I don't follow,' Celeste spat.

'Allow me to make things clear. I will be marrying Neel. We have other plans for Rhys, betrothals, and breeding goals... your hand would add little value to our endeavors, were you and he to wed. Do not fret. Consider this a mercy, if you wish, as we shall allow you to remain here or at the capital, once Neel is crowned king in a few years.'

'King?' Neel sputtered. 'What is she talking about, mother? I don't understand.'

'I'm sure I don't either,' Celeste hardened. 'Explain yourself immediately, Princess. How dare you presume to tell me what to do! This is our kingdom, not yours, and you are to treat us with all proper respect!'

'This was your kingdom. No longer.' Gya straightened. 'But perhaps King Nyron didn't know how great a boon we Velcins would truly be to you and your son when he sent you here. I assume his goal was to intertwine our royal families... expressly to pay off your many debts. Is that it? As I understand it, the Averone family is essentially bankrupt.'

'Mother? What is she talking about?' Neel stared at Celeste, searched her glistening eyes.

'Velcin aims are much higher. Lucre is hardly a concern for us, as I'm sure you know. But though our ends are quite different, our means are the same. We want the same thing, Celeste. I'll marry Neel and see him made king of Gristult.'

Celeste stood up and pointed at Gya. 'Get out of here at once and don't you dare ever speak a word of such lies ever again. Why, you're lucky I don't have you whipped, you ungrateful swine! I'll speak to your mothers and no one else on this matter, do you understand?'

The princess did not stir. 'No. I am the only audience you deserve now, Celeste. Sit down. Perhaps all those nobles caused you to take leave of your senses... or the three times Neel fucked your brains out last night? Don't bother yelling at me anymore. We know everything.'

Celeste gasped and Neel cracked a smile.

'There's no sense denying it, majesty. I'm a very well-informed. I need only look at Neel and to know the truth.'

Celeste's hand went to her forehead, and she looked about to swoon. Momentarily she sat next to Neel and gaped at him. 'How... do you know such things?'

'As I said, I'm very well informed. Perhaps you've gotten sloppy. I understand incest is a crime in Gristult, even among the royal family. Given your already compromised positions within the hierarchy of the Averones... the family might overlook such a blemish...'

'No no no,' Celeste was mumbling. 'It's... not true.'

Neel was silent, staring at his feet, kicking them back and forth.

'How do you think King Nyron would react to such news... given your other transgressions?' The princess continued.

'No,' Celeste said again. 'You wouldn't.'

'I don't need to, Celeste. It'll get around as gossip shortly... unless you do as I say. Though I don't know why I should help you... you and your son are a charity case at this point. You'll be lucky to be thrown onto the streets once Nyron hears of this.'

'Mother?' Neel tugged at her sleeve. 'Is it true?'

'Of course, it's true, Neel,' Celeste moaned. 'You think all mothers let their boys fuck them senseless? Suck them dry to get them out of bed?'

'The world would be a much better place if they did,' Gya mused.

Celeste's face was in her hands now. 'I'm such a horrible mother! I couldn't resist... the temptation! Nylus was already so old when we married! He never had any time for intimacy... and he cursed Neel with such a big dick... but it was me who was seduced by it... '

'It's alright, mommy,' Neel patted her back. 'Gya said she would spare you. Didn't you, Princess? Mommy is free to do what she likes... if we marry?'

'Just so,' Gya said warmly. 'The Averones may never forgive such vile action, Celeste, but the Velcins welcome them! As you know, we Velcins are all wonderful products of inbreeding. Incest made us who we are today... and we wouldn't have it any other way!'

Celeste sniffled and wiped her eyes. 'What's... what's to become of me? And just what do you mean about Neel becoming king? Even if Nyron has no sons yet, Neel would be an old man before ever coming close to sitting on the Gritultan throne.'

'I wouldn't worry about it if I were you. All you need be concerned about is our royal wedding. Why not stay here for the season? Write to Nyron and tell him everything has proceeded as planned but you found Rhys already promised to one of his sisters. Our wedding should satisfy him.'

'... and our debts?'

'We'll cover them. And a donation will be made to the school... with the understanding a Velcin should always be on staff.'

'Of course, of course,' Celeste hastily waved, collecting herself. 'I'm still not sure what you're getting out of this, Gya. Neel becoming King? Wouldn't it be better... if I spoke to one of your moth-'

'The future, Celeste. We get the future!' Gya raised her hands to silence her.

The Averones gaped at her with questioning looks.

'Now what do you say we celebrate the start of what I'm sure will be a long and fruitful union?'

'Yes... yes,' Celeste sobered. 'I'll have wine brought in.'

'No,' Gya said, 'we'll get it directly from the vine, you and I.'

Celeste watched as the princess got down on the floor and crawled between Neel's legs.

'Excuse me!?' Celeste gaped.

'Well, you did say he inherited, or was it cursed with, his daddy's big dick. One even his mother couldn't resist. I want to know if my future husband can measure up... to Velcin standards.'

Neel smiled broadly and looked down at Gya, the fantastic view of her big boobs showcased lovingly in her plunging neckline. 'Can we, mommy? I am still quite pent up!'

'I suppose... you are going to be married. Soon, I take it?' Celeste said, overcome with relief that was quickly turning into lust.

'Whenever you like!' The princess said, massaging Neel's legs. 'The chapel downstairs is lovely. We can arrange it within a fortnight if you don't mind staying in these meager accommodations.'

'I don't mind!' Neel offered.

'Well...' Celeste watched as the Princess' tiny hands made for Neel's pronounced bulge.

'Leave it to me,' the busty princess whispered, fishing his cock out of his pants. 'Well, well, well, this is quite the dick. I can see why mommy couldn't keep her hands off it!' She squealed and winked at Celeste.

'Or her mouth,' Neel giggled. 'Or her pussy!'

'Neel!' Celeste blushed.

'What a naughty mommy!'

'You have no idea,' Celeste finally sighed and leaned in to watch.

Gya was popping out of her dress and had both hands around Neel's swelling shaft. She even gave it a few probing licks. The princess knew her way around a big dick, Celeste observed, given how quickly she got him hard, applying plenty of saliva to aid her strokes.

Soon she was sucking and blowing him in earnest, though at a pace slower than the Dowager Queen knew Neel was accustomed. He liked it hard and rough. He liked to be in control. The busty little girl wasn't going nearly deep enough, merely toying with his glans in her mouth, licking and teasing it playfully. Neel needed a good deepthroating, to coat his many girthy inches.

Celeste watched intently, feeling hot and bothered, despite Gya's apparent inexperience. She pursed her lips and watched as the Velcin princess fooled around with Neel for a few more minutes. Neel seemed happy just to watch her navigate his size, his width, and hearing her gluck and hack on him, though he was unsure where to put his hands.

Celeste gently tapped on Gya's shoulder. 'May I intercede, princess? Perhaps this is a moment... we can all learn from?'

'Absolutely,' Gya spit and panted. 'By all means, majesty. I've never been much of an expert at... prolonged oral.'

'It is an art, isn't it, Neel?'

'Mmhmm,' Neel sat back and flexed his shaft before the girls on either side of his spread legs. 'Mommy is an artist.'

Celeste scooted herself into position and showed her how it was done.

Later the girls took dragged him into the bed and took turns fucking him. Once again, Celeste demonstrated how her son liked to fuck pussy. Then with big tits, she illustrated how to give a proper boobjob while sucking him off.

Princess Gya seemed especially eager to fuck her hung son, Celeste noticed. Though the girl was quite young looking, once she got naked, Celeste was surprised by how filled out she was, how absurdly buxom her body looked. And she hardly seemed as demure about fucking as she had sucking dick. The girl was a natural and took Neel on top almost as soon as Celeste had finished her demonstration.

Prince Neel really couldn't believe this was the same girl he'd danced with last night. Bouncing on top of him, she was a woman transformed. Perhaps all girls were like this, he wondered. She'd seemed so timid and reserved last night. So modestly built, with large breasts for her age and supple curves. Now her boobs seemed much larger, so much fuller. Her ass was magnificent! How was that possible? And her skin... she was whiter, paler, as if fighting off the flu or had been locked inside from the sun for months. It was very strange, but he wasn't about to question it, given how good she felt on top of him.

Gya leaned down and moaned into his neck, dragging her claws down his shoulders as he gripped her big butt tightly and slammed her up and down his length. She squealed and kissed him, wet and sloppy, just like when he made mommy orgasm.

They made out for a long time, Neel pumping her tight teenage pussy all the while. Then he felt his mother come beside him, caressing their faces and joining her mouth to theirs. It became a threesome after that. At last! Rolling around on the bed, feeling each other up and worshipping their soft flesh, Neel was in paradise.

Celeste let go of all her inhibitions and surrendered to this passion. All she wanted now was pleasure. She told herself this was their path forward. Escape the secrecy of living under Nyron. The Velcins would deliver them at the doorstep of prosperity, hand in hand, from the Averones who had cast them out. If that meant arranging such a marriage with Gya, so be it!

On her stomach, Celeste felt Neel enter her; sink into her pussy and claim her once again. He was so deep! And there was Gya, under her, groping and sucking her tits. No, she wouldn't mind if they shared Neel, not with this kind of attention...

The spoiled prince soon had both women on their hands and knees, taking turns, fucking one's pussy while fingering the other. He loved how they moaned, squealed, and cheered him on. They went back and forth like this for a good long while. Gya kept squirting on his cock! He was finally able to pound her now, the way he liked to fuck. Celeste's tongue was in his ear, she reminded him he must not cum in the princess, but Gya made no such protestations. Quite the opposite, she begged him to fill her. When Mommy finally relented, Neel emptied into his betrothed. Gya screamed as she welcomed his boiling load.

Later, while Celeste ate out the Princess' freshly creamed pussy, Neel took his mother from behind.

'I love you, mommy! I love... uh uh... your pussy so much!'

'I love you too, baby! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Give it to mommy... Promise you'll always make... ugh, ugh, time to satisfy me!'

'I promise, mommy! I promise! I promise!' Neel thudded into her fleshy ass again and again.

'Harder, Neel!' Celeste begged; her face half buried in the pillows. 'Go hard, baby! Hard! Fuck mommy as hard as you like! Uh, uh... N-never stop. Never stop fucking mommy!'

To be continued...