The Prince's Potion Ch. 05

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Chapter 5
Princess Maymon crept down the secret steps and back into the wizard's chamber.
She had to get to her brother's room as quickly as possible. She knew her mother was there right now. They needed to know what she had overheard from the nurse's room. Her younger sister, Gilly, should also know the news, but the girl was sleeping. It was her night off. Queen Marzanna had offered to take care of Rodmond all by herself tonight.
Maymon had almost forgotten about her plan to finally fuck her brother; about the potion she drank earlier. Her mind was racing so fast with all this new information - The Ambassador from Balmudia was going to sail home after the wedding and they would declare war on Trevilan.
The young princess couldn't believe what she had heard. Yet the more she thought about it the more it made sense. Balmudia was not nearly as rich in natural resources as Trevilan, but they had the stronger military, and had the most to gain through going to war against the plague-torn kingdom.
Strategically, both kingdoms dominated the southern half of the crescent moon shaped continent. A ship could sail from Trevilan to Balmudia in less than three hours, weather permitting.
The plague had, of course, changed everything. Politically and economically, Trevilan had never been more vulnerable. Trade had all but ceased, with only emergency provisions being dead dropped by sea. People were forced to quarantine for weeks to ensure they carried no sign of the pox. If they were contagious, there was little to be done. No cure or treatment had yet to be discovered. Not even the most skilled sorcerers at the Academy in the northern kingdom of Gristult, where Maymon hoped to one day study, had been able to produce a potion to fight it's spread.
The klutzy twenty-year-old fidgeted on her way across the dusty room, trying to adjust her little black dress. It felt so tight on her suddenly. Her nipples were sore, and her breasts felt heavy. Had they gotten bigger? Her cleavage seemed to be overflowing out of her dress.
She shrugged. Hardly a concern at this point. War on the horizon. It couldn't come at a worse time. They might as well open the gates. The truth was Trevilan had always been the weaker of the two, and everyone knew it. Yes, it was rich in natural resources, and the coastal port towns were conveniently located to access the inland capitals of the other kingdoms to the north. But it lacked a strong fighting presence on land or at sea.
Decades of peace will do that to any kingdom.
If one kingdom would control both halves of the southern continent, it would be a powerful foothold over the northern three. Think of the wealth... her mind wandered and think of the effort to maintain such borders. She wondered if the other kingdoms would turn on Balmudia if it conquered Trevilan. Would Risuk, Gristult, and Sar Sanrosan step in and stop Balmudia... or was the plague just the sort of thing that would keep them from making any kind of peacekeeping attempt?
Balmudia had that kind of ambition. To be so bold as to invade another kingdom that had been crippled by a brand-new plague. Trevilan was clearly in no position to try for such a move. How could it ever go on the defensive or offensive now?
Finally, thinking of the next couple of days ahead, Maymon gathered up her shoulder bag of notes and positions, and quickly made for the door. Soon she was on the move up the winding stairs. The trip to Rodmond's tower was longer this way but it was close to midnight, and no one was about.
Maymon knew the only soldiers in this part of the castle would be those posted at the bottom of the stairs to Rodmond's tower. Grunts who formerly reported to the captain of the guard, the recently beheaded Ser Blant. Now they answered only to Queen Marzanna.
Maymon rounded the corner and made her way down the long dark hall to the south tower's entrance. A singly wall torch illuminated the guards. If they heard her approach, they made no sign of it. As Maymon's slippers quietly tapped across the cobbled floor, she saw that they were clearly preoccupied. They were both smiling and actively listening to what was going on only a few flights above them.
Getting closer, she too could hear the faint echoes coming from the top of the tower. From Rodmond's bed chamber. Loud grunts and sharp cries. Moaning. She recognized the voices immediately of course.
'Fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby,' the walls echoed. 'Uggghhh yes, you big fucker... fucking mommy so good! Harder, harder you big-dicked motherfucker! Ohhh Blessed Redeemer... look at what you're doing to mommy! Ohhh fuck, baby, so deep! So fucking deep! Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop...'
The two men suddenly noticed Maymon a few feet in front of them and jumped to attention. They both remembered their queen's words and crossed their spears to bar the princess.
'Errrm... sorry, m 'lady,' one of them stammered, 'n-no one is to go up tonight. Queen's orders.'
She yalova escort could hardly see their faces, but she knew they were both blushing. 'I am aware of her orders,' Maymon snapped. 'I wouldn't be here... at this hour... were it not of the utmost importance.' She stepped closer and tried to get a better look at them. 'How long have they been going at it?'
'Princess?' one asked.
'Since dusk' the other said.
'I see...' Maymon smiled.
They noticed her eyes, a blazing green which looked wholly unnatural. The princess had appeared as though she were a ghost. A spectre... with otherworldly eyes. It was of course the effects of the potion, a stronger dose of the mixture she had given to Gilly only the night before. That experiment had worked wonderfully. So, she had doubled the dose and intensified the fertility properties.
The potion was in full effect now. The two guards might not have been able to see it, but Maymon was literally vibrating from being so horny. Just the thought of Rodmond, up there with mother right now, had her soaking wet. That she could hear them, Marzanna shrieking and crying out for dear life, Rodmond grunting angrily, was making her weak in the knees. She had to get up there fast. The wet slapping was getting louder, harder. More urgent.
'We... um, have our orders, princess,' one of them said over the echoed cries of lust. 'Your mother... was quite clear.'
A sharp cry from above silenced them again. 'Aghhhh! Yes, baby, right there! Right there! Come on, lover, give it all to mommy! So close! I'm so fucking close! Oh fuck! Oh fuck, baby... harder now! Mommy can take it! Oh Roddy... you're gonna make mommy... Ughhh, fuck! Make mommy... Not again!'
They all stood still, not knowing where to look, listening as their Queen cried out in a mind shattering orgasm.
Maymon couldn't help but notice both men were fully tented. 'How many times is that for her?' she asked.
'Princess?' one asked.
'At least five,' the other said.
Maymon scoffed. 'Listen you two,' arms akimbo, 'I know you're both under a lot of pressure. Your captain is dead. There has been... a lot of changes going on around here lately. I get it. There are probably going to be a lot more changes after the wedding. Take my word for it. You haven't been out of the castle in a few months, right?'
They both nodded.
'Mmhmm,' Maymon said, 'I know it's tough. But tonight, right now, there is a lot on the line, and I have information... important information that they,' she said and gestured with a nod, 'need to hear right away. I promise to defend the two of you if the queen starts to chew me out for... interrupting... her and my brother.'
The two looked at one another.
'Truly, highness?' one of them asked.
Maymon bowed and gave both a fantastic view, despite the poor lighting, of her extremely full cleavage spilling out of her little black dress. 'You have my word.' She straightened and could feel her wetness running down her thighs.
They heard the wet slapping continue. Marzanna wasn't yelling anymore, just giving hard moans. Rodmond must be really giving it to her now.
The men brought their spears back and allowed her to pass.
'Thank you both. And enjoy the rest of the night,' she said, 'after I... explain what all this is about... you'll get to hear me at it too.'
Soon she was up the spiraling stairs and standing outside the door once more. The sounds coming from inside were wickedly obscene. Maymon couldn't wait to see them at it. And this time she was going to have her own piece of the pie. A tiny hand reached out furtively. She took the latch and noticed how much her hands were shaking. She wasn't sure if she was going to cum or throw up. She couldn't wait any longer and tried the door. Mercifully, it was not barred.
She immediately saw Rodmond's sweaty back on top of mother. He was pounding her between her outstretched legs as they flopped helplessly. Mother was lying face down on the bed. Rodmond's butt was flexing powerfully, his strokes long and deliberate.
Her brother was leaning over the queen, grunting, and he looked as though he were straining to breathe, he was under so much pressure.
Maymon quickly closed the distance and came in from the side of the bed, where they both could see her. Rodmond had his entire length, all that incredible girth, buried inside their poor mother's pussy.
Queen Marzanna's face was not difficult to read, she was in pure ecstasy. Her massive tits spread out on either side like big pillows; her arms stretched forward and desperately trying to claw at the old wooden bed board above her. The woman was covered in sweat but, Maymon noted, never looked more beautiful. Maymon had never seen her mother look more alive. It was as if the more Roddy fucked her, the more stunning she became.
Afterall, she thought, the boy was pumping her full of so much magical life essence for the past two days, it was no wonder that she looked as if she were yalvaç escort getting younger, fuller of life. She was filled to the brim with life. As if she became more radiant with every load her greedy cunt consumed.
Looking at her now, Maymon would have never guessed their mother to be near forty. She could have easily passed for a woman in her late twenties. But Marzanna was very much their mother and clearly had been made for this purpose. Built for it. Her wickedly busty body and deep, mature cunt had delivered three babies already and, with a bit of help from Rodmond's oversized cock, was surely going to squeeze out a few more in no time.
Yes, if Gilly's visions were correct, which Maymon supposed they had every reason to be since she herself was such strong proponent of the arcane ways, the three Velcin women were apparently going to save Trevilan by giving Rodmond exactly what he wanted: their fertile wombs. Willingly surrendering to his magnificent cock. Repeatedly. He would have their wombs. They would have his children. More Royal Velcin babies... inbred heirs to save the beleaguered kingdom.
Maymon watched them but still struggled with all the recent information. Was it all thrown into question due to what she had heard earlier? She wanted to cry out and interrupt them, tell them how dire their situation really was... but she couldn't help herself. She was so fucking horny. She had to watch them finish. Had to watch Rodmond give her mommy one more giant fucking load, deep inside her hot, welcoming cunt.
'Ughhh... I'm sooooo close, mommy! Ugh, ugh, ughhhh... I'm going to... cum inside... again.' She heard him grunt.
'Uh huh,' Marzanna nodded, half-muffled in the bed, and still in a daze from her last climax. She turned to face Maymon. 'Do it, baby, fill me up!' she cried, 'breed mommy. Don't stop fucking... fucking mommy... until you empty those big nuts inside me, OK?'
'Yes, mommy,' Rodmond gritted.
Maymon hadn't even noticed her hand slip down beneath her dress. Pressing into her hot folds. Rodmond was just so big and strong, powering into her little mommy, fucking her so hard. Mommy was his plaything. He was fucking her with such need, shoving his huge cock in her hard and fast. All mommy could do to was try and hold on for dear life.
Then, after a few seconds of pounding, Marzanna made eye contact with her daughter. She noticed her eyes first and then gave the most perverse little smile the princess had ever seen on her mother's face. The queen absolutely loved this! She loved getting destroyed by her son's huge prick. She would let her son fuck her brains out every night... not minding that he was being shared with her two daughters.
Maymon couldn't wait to be right there, getting the same ruthless pounding from her brother.
Suddenly Marzanna took her hand. Her voice came out wavy from the pummelling. 'He's got... so much... to give tonight,' the queen yelped, trying as hard as she could to form the words. 'Are you here... to help... mommy?'
'Yesss,' Maymon hissed, still fucking herself.
'Mmmm... good girl,' she winked and looked back at her son. He was drooling over her fat ass, pressing down on it hard as he pulled out all the way and then slammed it back inside. Marzanna screamed. 'Ughh... come on, Roddy. Do it, baby. It's time... to put a baby in mommy.'
That sent the horse-hung teenager over the edge, and he buried all twelve fat inches inside her again. He held himself deep inside her. She was completely stuffed. Marzanna's eyes rolled back, and she climaxed again.
Rodmond roared, held both hands on her generous cheeks, and made sure every hot spurt flooded his mother's welcoming womb.
The queen gripped her daughter's hand and rode out the orgasm.
Princess Maymon was overwhelmed and brought herself off not long after. She laughed as she saw Rodmond smiling down at her. She winked and, while he was still watching her, leaned over to kiss mother deeply. It was messy and she made sure to use her tongue to lick the sweat off the side of her mother's face.
'Ohhh, fuck yes,' he moaned and leaned forward to get a better look, feeling his cock bend and press inside his mother.
Later, they all lay on the bed. Rodmond lounged as his mother absently jerked him off. Together they listened to Maymon tell them everything she'd overheard from Wengigia's room.
Marzanna sat up, her breasts filling her lap. She pressed Roddy's half-hard cock down against his stomach, as if to pause their relaxed foreplay.
Rodmond watched his beautiful mother grapple with the information. He himself couldn't believe what his busty sister was wearing. That tight little black dress made it look as though her fat tits would spill out any second. Had they always been that big? And what was going on with her eyes, he wondered. His cock throbbed at the thought of getting between those heavy hangers.
Yet the two women were consumed in matters of something else entirely. Balmudia, of all yenibosna escort places. A dreadful kingdom to the west, Rodmond reflected, where fishmongers reigned supreme. Though he had never been there himself, it was said the people there all reeked of fish. That was all they ate. Like the other kingdoms, Balmudia had had to close its trade doors to Trevilan at the start of the plague. Now they had little contact with them at all, officially, in the last three months, other than through their ambassador, a stingy old man, who, true to form, had an unnatural penchant for fresh fish.
Rodmond chuckled to himself. Trevilan groupers rarely seemed to please that man, unless they had big tits and blue eyes, it seemed.
'Wait,' Rodmond finally said, sitting up to take a long sip of water, 'why would they declare war now? Isn't the plague enough to keep any serious aggressor from marching on us? The battles would be horrendous... and the sickness would be even worse. I understand that sickness is the leading cause of most death during war. We have a guaranteed illness spreading around our kingdom. This is ridiculous. How could they be so foolish?'
'I agree,' said Maymon, lounging between them, 'but Balmudia may think such a risk is worth it, to control the southern half of the continent. From their perspective, there may never be a better time to invade.'
'How so?' Rodmond asked.
'Well,' she considered, 'the plague has weakened Trevilan to a point never before seen in its history. It's decimated our population and killed our ruler. In father's place, Rodmond is crowned, the formerly crippled boy... who has the impossible task of trying to salvage the kingdom the disease. You have no heirs. Balmudia might kill you and capture us. Perhaps not a full-scale invasion... but send assassins. Force us to marry into their family to legitimize the takeover.'
'Gristult's civil war... two generations ago,' Marzanna said blankly.
Maymon nodded. 'Our soil is rich, and our waters are plentiful with life. Trevilan has always been a land of abundant crops. The plague has yet to stop that. Balmudia has no such comparison in resources. Beyond their meager wheat fields, their over dependence on fishing, and their fighting force. But it is not cheap to feed their army.'
Rodmond watched her intently, thinking over her words.
She continued, 'this is a very smart move, brother, for them to attack us now. The plague could have even been their doing, but I have no way to prove it. They could kill us all and then wait a few years until the sickness burns itself out. They have a lot of options. We have a few...' She kept talking, but the wheels of Rodmond's mind were already turning.
Finally, when she had finished, they were silent for some time.
Queen Marzanna rose up, still naked. Her busty, mature body was like a beautiful stone stature before her children, large swinging breasts dominating her chest. Neither of them could take their eyes off her. Suddenly aware of her bare state, and attempting to regain her composure, she draped a blanket around her shoulders and hopped down off the bed to make for the door.
'Mother,' Rodmond said, 'where are you going?'
'To kill the ambassador,' she said briskly.
'No, wait,' Maymon yelled. 'Mother, you can't. It would be too obvious! They would know... that we know their plan.'
'I can't believe that,' Marzanna stopped, shaking her head. 'No, I can't believe... Rodmond's nurse would... would betray us like this. Who knows what she has told him? After all these years of service. I'll have to kill them both.'
'Mother, please,' Maymon said, getting up. 'Listen to reason! Killing the ambassador... even if we made it look like an accident... could spur immediate action from Balmudia. They might invade simply on the grounds of our incapability to govern the kingdom, with kings and ambassadors dying from the plague. They have the stronger navy. Why, they could be here in a day. They probably know every weak point... from Wengigia. Plague or no, their soldiers would swarm our shores.'
'Thats going to happen anyway then,' Marzanna whipped around, 'Ohhh, I've been so foolish... like I was under a spell! Trying to save this family... when we are already dead.'
Maymon didn't know what to say.
Then Rodmond stood. He was completely naked, and his cock painfully erect, bobbing with his movements. He settled on his mother's eyes and held her gaze. 'But we're not dead, mother. And the ambassador is still here in the castle. There is still time to act and there are moves we can yet make... to ensure Gilly's vision comes to pass. To save Trevilan.'
'What do you mean?' Maymon asked.
'You said the ambassador would not sail home until after the wedding, correct?'
'Those were his words, yes,' she slowly nodded.
'That means we have at least three days to prepare.'
'Prepare for what?' Marzanna cried.
'War. Let us assume Balmudia is ready to attack us. Since they haven't yet it must mean they need more information. The Ambassador wants to see my wedding. To confirm his suspicions that I'm just a puppet being held up by magic. That we're weak and vulnerable. That Trevilan is still susceptible to attack. We'll continue to let them think that. Meanwhile, we prepare... a secret invasion.'