“Well, long ago when the land was starting to come out of chaos. Warlords started loaning family members as hostages. The idea is ‘I’ll honor this treaty, and you can have my relative as proof.’
Naturally, over time, if the treaty lasts the relative gets married into the host family eventually. The idea is to make the bond permanent. Usually it starts a war unless people understand the order of succession on either side.” Marcos lectured, “Sellis understands that the future Queen has her own choices in marriage here. They can’t use him for a right to the throne. They sent Prince Monto because he’ll hopefully die before he gets the throne.”
“Why is that?” Kaarthen inquired.
“He would be the oldest, but his parents are young enough to try again for a worthy son. You did notice the less then regal bearing, poor posture, and the riding chaps he wore?” Marcos said shaking his head.
“That’s it huh, he’s crazy or something?” Kaarthen said looking at him.
“Not exactly, Sellis likely gave up on him. If he were better minded, or less sickly, we would have sent him to Lafaust to learn how to become an officer. That’s usually what’s required here for nobles.” Marcos stated. “If he were better he would not be here though. Sellis just dumped him off and turned to better things.”
They were quiet on their return and Marcos pointed out the seams of magic over the walkway. They were barely visible light lines that were hard to keep the eye on. When they entered the tower, Kaarthen followed him all the way up to his quarters. She wasn’t the only one with the idea.
Marcos’ apartment was the largest taking up the whole floor. The central room had two-steps down after the door. The floor was a shiny finished tile of dark green. The furniture was fixed grey stone with dark green velvet. There were doors on either side of the room of thick carved wood. Toward the back, a low banister overlooked the training rooms below. The center of the room in front of the steps had a large circular table that Marcos removed his swords and robe onto. Behind the table, three sofas formed an open circle.
On one sofa directly behind the table, a woman in white laid on her side. Kaarthen moved to the sofa to her right and Marcos acting like this was normal sat to the sofa on the left.
The woman was Aliss’ mother. She sat back with straight white hair. Her skin belied any signs of age except around the eyes. She was pale though her hands hinted at a tan. Her beasts were meaty and large but covered with a white shawl she had around her head. The shape of her face was similar to Aliss with chubby cheeks that gave the impression she was smiling or laughing inwardly. Her eyes were a striking pale grey with a burst of blue in craggy lines like lightening. Her eyes were hard and seemed to take away from the cherub like innocence.
“Marcos, how I’ve waited for your return.” She said entreatingly.
“Yes, it was an interesting journey. I’m sure you met Kaarthen at dinner?” Marcos motioned to Kaarthen who sat back looking between the two. “Kaarthen, this beautiful creature is Salenne. She lives in the upper tower. It is so nice of you to come down and join us.”
“Yes, what a beautiful woman you are.” Kaarthen said absently.
Salenne’s eyes flicked over her lecherously. “Yes, thank you. You are also.”
Images formed slowly of them locked up licking each other’s pussys. The images were tentative and slow to form. Kaarthen was not surprised, she had played with many women. But, these images emphasized her muscles and Salenne’s softness. It appeared Salenne was being held down and ravaged by a woman made of rock, While Salenne’s body seemed fluffy, soft, and very plush all around.
Kaarthen wanted to emphasize her own soft breasts and the image changed to just her. It was some vague yet familiar time when she filled her water and caught her own reflection in the water. Her breasts hung low and her nipples were visible under her mantle. Again, the image changed as Salenne picked up. Now the image shared was a close up of her inverted nipples and Salenne wonderingly fingering and sucking them in the room they were in now.
“Marcos” She said opening her eyes. He was leaning forward and looking between the two with obvious curiosity. They had been still and breathing hard and moaning for a few minutes. He must not have expected them to have a s?ce in his apartment.
She pulled open the top of her dress. It had large straps meant to join some where above the navel on Marssel. On her broad back and massive chest, it showed decent cleavage, but was rather tight. Her breasts came spilling out happy to be free.
“Come here please.” She bid, and Marcos dumbly moved across to her left and took her breast. She climaxed as he worked the already hard nipple into standing position. She leaned back and fiddled with the image building a realistic image of Salenne on her knees blowing Marcos and fingering herself. Salenne herself refined the image slowly. It showed she was naked under the creatively arranged sheet she was actually wearing.
She closed her eyes concentrating on the image as Marcos worked his magic. She felt the Goddess stir and push the image out. It ceased to be an image radiating out and changed to a directed projection. She could felt the change as the image went from a mental picture shared by both into a physical ideal. She was still surprised when she heard Salenne stir. It only involved Salenne for the image to be realized. But Kaarthen was still awed by the new power she wielded.
Kaarthen’s hand moved opening Marcos pants. His cock was cleared and standing by the time Salenne dropped her face onto it. The ideal image continued to change as Salenne escalated in arousal. She stopped Marcos from ejaculating too soon several times as she used her throat to stimulate him. She wanted to triumphantly take him and his seed within her core. She felt that she alone was the vault, the caretaker, the steward for his precious seed.
The Goddess shifted in Kaarthen’s mind as it saw the images the woman of the woman’s thoughts. Unsurprisingly Salenne’s focus was his cum so most thoughts were scenes of sexual domination through simple greed. Kaarthen pushed against them and found herself remaking Salenne’s fantasies and mentally transforming her. Images where she sat straddling Marcos post coitus while Kaarthen looked on sadly at her lost share of seed were replaced and changed to Kaarthen looking pleasantly smug and proprietary with her hands on Salenne’s shoulders gently pushing her down further onto his spurting cock. Kaarthen always wore faces of cheerful satisfaction while Salenne’s face was orgasmic, sweaty, and satisfied.
The Goddess seemed to be changing the woman also. In moments, Kaarthen watched in surprise the changes to Salenne’s concept of femininity and fertility. Salenne’s only desire was his cum for their pleasure and her breeding interests now. Everything else was secondary to her receiving his hot loads. The Goddess was done making changes but still spoke to Salenne’s mind perverting her further. Salenne outwardly didn’t look any different as she was remade. She was still worshipping Marcos cock with her mouth and staring at his balls.
Kaarthen knew it was time, and pulled at Salenne’s shoulder. She pushed the image of Salenne rising and dropping her sheet on the ground before mounting Marcos. The push was different from when the goddess did it, it felt more naked and raw. She felt like she shouted in closed space, instead of hearing noise from the room next door.
When Salenne rose, Kaarthen did too. She watched as Salenne dropped her sheet to pool at her feet. Salenne stood statuesquely for perhaps a heartbeat longer then she should, but moved in precisely. Her legs folded under her as she mounted him. Kaarthen stepped in and placed her heavy breasts on Salenne’s shoulders for Marcos as she reached between the two and rubbed Salenne’s bud.
She quickly realized Salenne hadn’t been penetrated yet. Salenne had followed the image exactly like water drops sliding down a string, and Kaarthen had missed that action. She placed his cock at her hole. The Goddess mentioned from its corner, how doing this would mean she was taking charge of Salenne’s sexual pleasure.
Marcos tenderly sucked her teats, Salenne started to pump them as she rose, and fell onto him. Kaarthen stood behind them leaning in. She climaxed almost as often as Salenne as she felt the rise and fall of their bodies with the almost painfully intense pleasure in her suckled breast. For a while the three were in a tiny world filled by breathing, moaning, and the smell of raw sex.
Finally, Marcos came with an explosive exhale. He stiffened, relaxed under them, and leaned back into the sofa closing his eyes. Kaarthen stayed behind Salenne stroking her breasts, and the front of her body. She rubbed away the sweat that cooled on Salenne who started to shiver. Finally, she helped her off. Kaarthen’s strength helped, since Salenne wasn’t to steady on her legs at first.
Salenne grabbed her sheet and pulled it around her self. She had changed from the proud posture to one of acute self-conscious awareness. The change didn’t look good on her at all. The posture dissipated all the mystic of her feminine form.
Her breasts drooped and belly bulged as she tucked her chest and hunched her shoulders. Kaarthen tried to quickly send another image. She knew to try linking the thought to sex, and imagined Salenne naked, smiling, and standing proud with her shoulders back and her hands on her hips. Salenne looked startled as the thought hit her. She straightened up and dipped a finger between her legs before tasting what she found. The taste seemed to make her very happy and she straightened further and beamed at Kaarthen. She turned and left content and appearing happy. When she looked back closing the door she locked eyes with Kaarthen staring at her with wary dark eyes.
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