Gift Giver Ch. 02

As always, this story was made without AI.

Also, it has Futanari and incest.

I believe those are all the danger-close tags out of the way. Enjoy!

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Leisore had ever been a land of large, almost impenetrable forests and dipping rivered hills. It used to be mostly swamps, once upon a time, but the present land now held myriad farms where they had been drained. As it was now, there were plenty of places where roads could be laid, but those roads were rather circuitous to get anywhere.

Travel could take days if not weeks from one end of the kingdom to the other, depending on the weather and the disposition of the travelers.

Ample preparation and warning had been given for the Victory Feast. So much so that all the major cities of the kingdom were also imitating grand, if minor, feasts similar to the one King Adze was having in his still incomplete palace.

But arranging a local party had ever been a kinder, less complicated task than arranging a national one. So, despite all the preparations, way had been made for those that would come late. Because no one could imagine a point in history when any party had ever had all its guests present right away.

No, not even the Unifier of Leisore could.

So wagons and carriages delivering the cream of the noble crop to Leisore's new capital continued to trickle in days after the party started. Discounting lacking a choice in the matter there was also a certain practicality involved; Despite the lack of favors that arriving late did, it was thought to have some advantages.

Those that came late could use their early peers to measure the disposition of their kingly host. As in, missing out on the excitement of the first days meant being out of the way of any hacking axes. Or being caught in the crossfire of any settling of scores. If a late arrival was intentional, and its intention hidden, it was a fairly "safe" thing to do.

But, with all that said, it also meant that anyone arriving after the first day would have missed Princess Agatha's hand in marriage being given to another woman; the King's houseguard captain, no less.

Morrigan walked down the carpeted feasting hall of her king, doing her best to ignore the befuddled faces of the newcomers looking at her. This was the second day after her lord had unknowingly broken a grave taboo by giving Morrigan her own daughter in marriage, and it was all Morrigan could do to keep up appearances.

"Oh, darling," her secret daughter, Princess Agatha, said out loud from where she was:

Walking side by side with Morrigan, their arms linked together at the elbow.

Wide hips rubbing together as they walked as if they were a couple.

The Princess all but dared all conventional proprietary conventions and almost draped herself all over Morrigan. "Is it just me, or are the boorish eyes manifesting by the day?"

Agatha said that casually, as if she were talking to Morrigan privately. But she said it out loud. At least, loud enough for a lot of those gathered in the Hall that morning to recoil and veer their gazes.

But her discomfort was no longer a reason Morrigan could act on. Since she had made the biggest error of her life and deflowered her own daughter two days ago, it was only right that she pay for it right away.

The biggest problem was that her daughter took the loss of her virginity as confirmation that Morrigan had all but accepted her role as her wife. And why wouldn't she? Morrigan would be humiliating her if she didn't!

"Boorish?" a stern, cold voice asked from the front of the hall.

Seated beside a very amused King Adze, was Queen Anessa.

Agatha's mother.... and Morrigan's secret lover.

Morrigan had not spoken to her since the first day of the party, so Morrigan began sweating when the dark, fiery eyes of the only lover Morrigan'd ever known until Morrigan took Agatha looked at where their body met and all but drilled a hole between them with just her eyes.

"Perhaps rightfully surprised at a violation of morality and good taste would be more apt?" Anessa clicked her tongue, and the hot temperature of the castle seemed to turn wintry.

"Poor taste?" Agatha very royally quirked an eyebrow, "Mother, Morrigan dear is one of the most beautiful women in the whole kingdom."

"If having her for a wife is a show of poor taste, then I long to see which woman you would have me wed."

Anessa's lips slimmed at that.

"As for morality? We are to be wed," Agatha carelessly shrugged her shoulders and Morrigan had to fight to ignore how that made her daughter's tits bounce, "If my behavior is too scandalous, mother, my lord father could have us marry right here and right now."

"Make us wife and wife to do away with any impropriety," the grey-eyed Princess said with a smirk.

"Wouldn't that be a thing..." King Adze mused before the whole court.

"Honey!" Anessa gasped.

"I won't rush things, darling dear," Adze assured his wife before he turned laughing eyes on Agatha and Morrigan, "But it seems that the decision is quickly becoming rhetorical, anyway."

"What say you, Baroness Morrigan?" Adze asked loudly, making some of the newcomer nobles who had been staring at Morrigan and her daughter gasp with the news of their new peerage, "Will you finally say the word, and consign my daughter to your house?"

Agatha looked at her with expectation, and a lot of the eyes of the court likewise did the same.

But Anessa's eyes bore on her like a spear and... Morrigan didn't have a lot of choices.

"No," she said, despite the young woman on her arm. Like she had done yesterday, when her daughter had first pulled her arm in arm into the hall.

Anessa's stormy face softened as Agatha frowned.

Morrigan could not in good conscience marry her daughter.

"I still would ask for time for a proper answer."

Anessa's face hardened again, while Agatha's softened.

Because neither could she completely dismiss the marriage.

She had, after all, deflowered her daughter.

There were whispers in the crowd, the newcomers asking the first arrivals for the whole tale. As whispered gossip flew through the king's hall, Adze raised a hand and quieted his realm.

"More time?" he raised an eyebrow and Morrigan started to sweat, "Well, I suppose the party has yet to end, and all those I would give gifts yet to arrive."

Morrigan sighed with relief as her king continued, "I shall ask again on the morrow, and again on the days to come."

"Eventually, however-" he said sternly. It was not a threatening tone, not really, but it was with this tone that he'd ordered executions, "-I DO expect an answer, you understand?"

"I do, your majesty," Morrigan nodded.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry, father," Agatha chose that moment to intercede.

Gesturing at the arms that they had linked, she gave her mother a smirk, "The only thing our marriage is doomed to is to happen."

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"I am not angry with you," Anessa surprised Morrigan by sweeping away many worries a few hours later.

They were standing on the balcony of the otherwise abandoned second level of the castle, away from prying ears and eyes.

"You... aren't?" Morrigan gulped.

Anessa had indicated that Morrigan should abscond from the party for a time, and this was the place they usually met... when they weren't rendezvousing at night.

"My daughter, like me, can be shamelessly pushy when it comes to the things she wants," the Queen smiled a mirthless smile as she stared at the floor below, "A strength, if you know how to restrain yourself. A weakness if you don't know to pick your battles."

"I am still talking to my husband, trying to get him to see the stupidity of this," Anessa huffed, "But until he does, you wouldn't be safe from whatever reprisal Agatha convinced Adze to do on her behalf."

"Yes, right," Morrigan swallow the saliva on her throat, "That's why I haven't said anything yet."

It was a valid concern, of course.

But it wasn't one Morrigan had even considered in two days.

"Worry not, I am not just gambling on convincing my husband of seeing sense," Anessa spat to her side, "As much as my oh, so royal husband would like to think himself above the court, the truth is that the collection of power that he's even invited into our abode is not something any man, even he, can trivially control."

The rigid look that the Queen had was frighteningly intense, but it finally softened as she regarded Morrigan, "Soon, the whispers in the hall will turn against this foolish thing. You will know when the time comes, and then you'll be able to firmly, and safely, turn down our daughter's hand."

"Please don't say that so loudly," Morrigan, out of reflex, warned her adulterous lover against talking about the fruit of their tryst, "Or here for that matter."

"Oh?" A smile appeared on Anessa's face, and her hand rose up to caress Morrigan's cheeks, "You would tell me what to do?"

"Never, my lady," Morrigan swallowed.

"Good," Anessa said and leaned over to kiss Morrigan's lips.

... Was it strange that this made Morrigan feel as though she were cheating on her daughter?

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"I am not angry with you," Agatha said hours later, when they had recuse themselves to a little break from the multi-day party. They were in a little corner of the hall, where few partygoers were.

"You aren't?" Morrigan was struck with a sense of déjà vu, but still repeated what she'd already said.

"Baroness or not, mother could cause a whole lot of trouble for you if she were of a mind," the product of Morrigan's loins said with an understanding nod, "Which, of course, she is."

"Yes... quite." If speaking to Anessa had been hard, speaking to her daughter was even harder. Here Morrigan was, worrying about what she'd have to say, and the women she had to convince that she wasn't getting mild had all but decided that they knew how Morrigan felt about things.

It avoided problems, but Morrigan knew she didn't deserve this relief.

"She's not even being honest about the matter!" Agatha groused, "I know for a TRUTH that mother doesn't see anything wrong with women crossing their twats!"

"But it doesn't matter," the princess shook her head, "The court has seen us arm in arm for two days now. Two days in which Father has done nothing except show his favor."

"The longer this goes on, the less she'll be able to do something about it," Morrigan's daughter assured her, looking almost identical to the Queen, her mother, for just that moment.

"Are you sure?" It was to the point that Morrigan doubted her Queen for a moment and believed their daughter instead.

"You dare doubt your future wife?" Morrigan's daughter asked, "Believe me, Baroness mine."

"It'll all be fine."

That charm, so debonair, was something both Anessa and Agatha shared. It was something bewitching and cloying in turns. Enveloping, but drowning. Their wit so self-assured.

But Anessa wasn't Morrigan's.

And Agatha never should have been.

Morrigan couldn't make her daughter marry her own futa mother.

... but neither could she humiliate her by tossing her aside like dirt.

The conflict was still inside Morrigan and only growing stronger.

She literally had to do nothing to win in this situation.

But that was, somehow, worse than taking any responsibility on her shoulders.

In the end, like in the war, someone had to be right. There had to be a winner, and there had to be a loser.

When desires warred, one had to die.

Unfortunately, for as good a dice toss as Agatha had-

"Gentles of the court!" A duchess who was late to come said during dinner, a few hours before the 3rd day of partying ended, "I have heard of a match royal taking place between our liege's 2nd oldest Princess and... a bodyguard."

-Anessa was the better player.

"A bodyguard that I have made into a baroness," Adze replied from where he was, sitting on a throne again, "And my daughter to bind her to me for all time. What of it?"

"I welcome our new peer to the realm, my lord." The duchess vowed to the king and then, to Morrigan's surprise, inclined her head to her. Equal-like. "All know that you wouldn't be a mighty Gift Giver if you weren't given to such generosity."

"I notice you don't put my daughter's marriage to Baroness Morrigan on the same realm," Adze idly noted.

"Can I, my lord?" the duchess asked, "After all, my family and I did much for the realm, and sacrificed many sons. We bled in your majesty's unification, yet only came here to partake in the joy of our victory."

"But if the princesses of your house are being given to a mere recently peered Baroness," the duchess said, "To a mere ex-bodyguard, why, what does that make us, who cannot receive any gift nearly as pure?"

"... you would cast judgment on what I give, Duchess?" Adze carefully asked.

At this, the duchess tattered, but still fought through her nervousness, "I merely voice what many think, my lord."

"I ask my liege to think of all the things we freely-willingly!- gave to your house before dismissing our words."

There was a pause in the hall, now fuller than it was even just a few hours ago due to the continual arrivals, before whispers of the pointy variety began again.

Even if the topic of conversation hadn't been about how much Agatha's and Morrigan's marriage affronted the nobility before, it was now.

"That bitch," Agatha hissed as her eyes narrowed as she looked around.

"The duchess?" Morrigan asked.

"No, mother," the dark-haired princess bit her thumb, "I didn't think she'd have time to arrange something like this so quickly."

"Why is she such a rush?" she wondered, "Does she truly HATE us? Why?"

The whispers became later and louder.

"Why?"

"Enough!" Adze called, quieting his nobility, "If you speak for a lot, then I've heard your words. If you speak for yourself, then I've heard it all the same."

"I've brought you victory!" King Adze said, "I've brought you Unification!"

"Each of you is richer and wealthier than you were before. I've brought you a better future on a platter!" King Adze pointed out, "But you will begrudge me the marriage of a single one of my daughters?"

"You think you've given me more than I've given you?" the king asked, "That one of my gifts to someone of my preference makes any of you lesser?"

"Truly?"

King Adze really was a figure when he had a mind to be. The sheer indignation alone was enough to make most nobles look unsure.

But alas, it was now the Queen's turn to speak.

"Nobody here begrudges you your pick of spouse, my lordly husband," Anessa said with all the humility that she could muster, making the heat of the moment float away.

"Don't they? Imagine my surprise," King Adze looked at his wife and grunted.

"It's not a lack of appreciation, or a lack of loyalty, that moves tongues, my love," Anessa pleaded, "But fear, my lord."

"Fear?" Adze said skeptically.

"Yes, fear at how many changes our daughter being married to another woman, a recent commoner, will bring all at once to our kingdom," the Queen said.

Many nobles in the hall nodded their heads, the logic making sense to them.

"About what it'll entail to their position in the new great kingdom that you've wrestled for us all," Anessa said.

King Adze looked at his Queen and then at the nobles.

The number of nobles who wouldn't have cared about the marriage before just this little talk number greatly, but that little seed, that little doubt the Queen just planted, was enough to sprout immediately.

The King marrying his daughter to whom he wanted was one thing.

The social order being uncertain after a prolonged war was another.

With that thought in mind, many heads that had looked at Agatha and Morrigan with empathy were now turned aside.

So, in the end, King Adze snorted, "Hm, what would you have happen then?"

"No," Agatha gasped as her mother smiled.

"Put off the marriage, my dear," Queen Anessa sweetly said.

"No!" Agatha said louder.

"At least until all the high lords and ladies of Leisore approve of it."

"NO!" Agatha yelled loud enough for every single eye to turn to her.

Eyes watering and she glared powerlessly at her mother, the 2nd Princess of the kingdom picked up her skirt.

And ran out of the hall.

"... I suppose this is a good time to close this day," King Adze observed on the wake of that.

He continued, "We can talk more about this tommo-"

But whatever he was going to say wasn't something Morrigan heard.

Why?

Because she was running after her daughter.

Maybe it wasn't wise, and maybe she was ruining her older lover's plans by not staying there and seizing the moment to break the wedding off.

But her daughter was in emotional turmoil.

The little girl she had... defiled just had the kingdom turned against her.

Morrigan couldn't.... she just couldn't stay there while her daughter was elsewhere. Not like that.

A little room that was finished being made but not furnished laid at the end of a long wing of the king Adze's palace.

A little thing that, even with the palace being as full of people as it was, was hard to notice.

Gentle sobs came from inside its wooden door but, hah, it didn't have a lock installed yet.

Mascara and makeup ran down Agatha's face as Morrigan, with her red hair down, approached.

Eyes of impotent anger looked up at Morrigan as soft white hands reached out for her, for what Agatha thought she had.

But then they retracted as she deflated.

"I should have known mom would win," Agatha, in the end, said, "I should have known there was nothing that I... well, it doesn't matter, I suppose."

Morrigan didn't know much about politicking. Not a single thing. What she had, instead, was faith in her lord's ability to do it.

And her Queen's as well.

She thus had faith that Agatha was right. That Anessa had won.

And yet.

"You don't know that," Morrigan found herself saying, "You can't know that."

"Oh, do you see something I don't?" Agatha mirthlessly smiled.

"The conclusion of this," Morrigan bent and sat on the side of the floor where her secret daughter was, "So many things can happen from here till the end."

"Some things, once set in motion, are like fate," Agatha shook her head, "I should not have let my guard down. I should have talked to all the nobles before Mother could get to them!"

'But no, I was so happy that I got to be with you that I-I-I was stupid blind girl!" Agatha pounded the floor with balled fists.

"You couldn't have known," Morrigan consoled her.

"I should have!" Agatha replied.

Morrigan opened her mouth and then hesitated. If she wanted things to end, this was a good time to do nothing, like she had been doing all along.

But, instead, she spoke anyway, "Your father still hasn't agreed to this."

That seemed to give Agatha pause, "He-he didn't?"

"He was saying that he'd talk about it tomorrow," Morrigan explained.

"That's... not the worst case," Agatha admitted, "Bah, but what does it matter? Mother already has the court in her palm!"

"But not yet your father," Morrigan replied.

"Not yet," Agatha said, "Not yet."

"Have faith," Morrigan tried again.

"How?" Agatha frustratedly asked, "I'll-I'll still fight, but how can I have faith in this? There is little to grasp and little to do except fight against the coming tide! The race started and I've yet to take a single step!"

"Because," the words were coming out of Morrigans mouth, even as she knew that it would push her on a path that she couldn't really walk back from.

"I have faith in you."

These words, in this context, not as a mother to a daughter, but as a lover to a lover, should never have come out of Morrigan's mouth.

But she couldn't bear to see her daughter this way.

And she'd already ruined her.

Agatha looked at Morrigan for a moment.

And then she jumped on her.

"Hmmm, yes, thank you, thank you, thank you!" the princess pecked at Morrigan's lips again and again, "Oh, I knew you were meant for me, just as I knew I was meant for you!"

"I knew that this was right, that we belonged to each other!" Morrigan's daughter's lips felt hot on her own as they clashed, labia sucking against labia.

"If we can't overcome things together, indeed, were we ever strong at all?" Agatha's hands flew all over Morrigan's body, undoing her carefully managed dress and taking off garments. All until Morrigan's humongous tits and red-haired pussy felt the cool touch of air and stone.

And, to Morrigan's shame, her hands were doing the same.

She made her daughter naked in short order.

"We will fight!" Agatha straddled Morrigan's legs as her hand took a now familiar futa cock and aimed it at the princess' now no-longer virginal cunt.

"We will win!" Agatha pressed one of her titanic breasts against Morrigan's face.

And Morrigan... sucked the large nipple of her daughter inside her mouth.

"And we'll do it as wife and wife!" Agatha declared as she came down on Morrigan's cock for the second time.

There was no blood this time, and Agatha's pussy more readily expanded for Morrigan's foot length of futa meat.

But they still saw stars.

"Oh yes, how could I have EVER given up on this?" Agatha moaned as her pussy gripped Morrigan's dick so tightly that it made it feel as though it was going to squeeze it dry.

"HMPH!" Morrigan moaned into the long meat tube in her mouth as she sucked, SUCKED, what her daughter would feed their incestual children with.

"I still haven't gone at your pussy, dear fiancé!" Agatha howled as she smashed her cervix into Morrigan's glans, "I still haven't eaten!"

"So make up for it!" she demanded as Morrigan sucked harder and harder.

Unlike the first time, they weren't slowly but steadily working up their passion.

This second time had begun with emotions running high, pain and hurt turning into arousal and ecstasy.

Agatha fucked Morrigan like an animal, like a needy bitch.

Her wide hips swung her baby making ass into and out of her mother's cock, digging into her own flesh every time she did so. Pounded her uterus into submission again.

Fluids flew with every clash, pussy juices mixed with pre-cum splashing on the bare stone as both women outright mated.

There was no mercy here, no plan.

This wasn't Agatha's meticulous seduction.

This was just... fucking.

It got to the point that it did not make any sense for Morrigan to NOT bite her daughter's areola.

"FUCK YES!" just as Agatha speed reached a zenith and she impaled herself one last time.

Not having any room to put it off, and not having any other thought in her mind, Morrigan held on to dear life to her daughter's waist with her arms.

And her tit with her mouth.

She held hard as she felt herself explode again inside her daughter's uterus, making it inflate again.

But the sperm cells seeking out a fertile ovum to create new life would be disappointed this time.

Instead of an ovum, a zygote was already attaching itself to Agatha's uterine wall. It was quickly dividing, turning into the heir of Morrigan and Agatha's barony.

But that did not stop either of them from wondering if, this time would be time when there would be no question as to whether they had crossed the line or not.

Floor wet and moist with spent sperm, unknowing daughter looked at her mother's eyes as their orgasms ebbed.

Morrigan let Agatha's tit fall from her mouth, the teeth leaving their marks on her daughter's huge breast.

And then they kissed.

It was a moment full of life, irresistible even if Morrigan was Agatha's mother.

And she couldn't help but enjoy it with her.

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"Well," King Adze said from where he spied into the unfurnished room from a secret route that he'd had designed into his castle, "I rather think that takes things out of our hands, doesn't it love?"

His Queen, Anessa, was beside him, also spying with a face carved from stone.

They had absconded here after all the guests left for their housing. Anessa didn't need a lot of convincing, since even she wasn't without worry for her daughter.

But, hoh, things had just become complicated, hadn't they?

"... I'm going to bed," Anessa said with the hollowest tone of voice that Adze had ever heard, and he couldn't help the smirk that came on his face.

How sweet Schendafreud was, wasn't it?

"If you like," he said, but his queen was already walking through the secret tunnel of his palace.

Possibly to get "lost" on the way and end up somewhere else.

Hah, that was fine.

King Adze gave his wife's daughter one last look before also starting to head back.

This really was a time to reap fruit long seeded.