The Velcin Dynasty Ch. 01

Literotic asexstories – The Velcin Dynasty Ch. 01 by MAR5,MAR5 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. I thank you all for the continued support and the feedback!

All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older.

Chapter 1 – TREVILAN

Nineteen-year-old Princess Cressia Velcin woke with a start.

A low and distant sound, something like an animal’s howl, had roused her from a deep slumber. There it was again. Cressia blinked, adjusting her eyes to the night. She was alone in her room, an opulently decorated chamber that had formerly belonged to her father, Rodmond, when he was just a princeling.

Silently the young girl rose and wiped her eyes, pushed long locks of dark hair from her pretty face. A thin line of moonlight beamed onto the floor in front of her bed, but otherwise the room was pitch black. She languidly grasped for the wooden nightstand beside her giant bed and proceeded to slowly light a candle.

The princess was fully awake now, suddenly remembering the strange raven that had appeared at her window just before bed. The letter was unrolled on her nightstand. She would have to read it again. She shook her head and got up to wash her face at the other end of the room. Then, noticing the letter illumined by candlelight, she sat back on her bed and examined it.

She heard the howl again, coming from somewhere down within the castle. She guessed who it was and where it was coming from. The letter intrigued her more. It was from her older sister, Roslin, and addressed to Queen Marzanna. Cressia assumed she had ended up with it only because the raven brought it to her window accidently, not caring that this was no longer the king’s chamber.

Whatever the reason, the contents of the letter had startled and excited Cressia.

The four Velcin children that still lived in the castle rarely got a glimpse of the full picture, what was going on, regarding things outside their kingdom of Trevilan. Of their parents’ great plans for the continent itself. She was old enough to know a few things, but ultimate goals and grand designs were things kept among the adults and their closest advisors.

Cressia rolled her eyes thinking about it. The grand design, as her father always liked to phrase it, was not something she herself was privy to… yet… though she was always hearing this or that regarding some key player or some moment that they must soon grasp.

Now, with this letter, she was finally getting some insight, even a small glimpse, into what was going on out there in the rest of the world.

Not that she really wanted anything to do with all that. Cressia was a smart and spunky teenager, she liked to think she was wise beyond her years, but her emotions often got the better of her. She was happy here. She ruled the roost as oldest princess of those still here. Her good looks would usually save her from all the trouble she got in around the castle.

Being daddy’s favourite definitely helped too.

She read over the letter once again. Tried to put it into context with what was going on across the continent. Some of her siblings had been strategically placed in each of the four other kingdoms, at different levels of government, positions of power, which Cressia herself didn’t fully grasp.

But this letter, delivered to her by accident, had provided some very interesting information for the wilful teenager. In an obviously coded language, the letter detailed what Cressia assumed to be another phase of their plan in Sar Sanrosan, the kingdom just north of Trevilan. Princess Roslin was writing to her mother and saying that she was ready to begin the next part of whatever they had devised for her there.

Twenty-year-old Roslin had been married to Anson Sar, second in line to the throne of Sar Sanrosan, three months ago, in a grand ceremony that solidified a union between the two kingdoms, who were already on good terms with one another. It had been an excellent move for Trevilan, given where the kingdom had been less than two decades ago.

Sanrosan, affixed with the ruling Sar family’s title once they conquered it a thousand years ago, was a vast northern kingdom, peppered with snow-covered mountains, deep valleys, and vast forests, often blanketed in harsh winters. It was also home to the Holy Seat of the Redeemer, the dominant religion of the continent, where Cressia’s birth mother, Gilly, and her great aunt, Morrigan, were presently based.

She rolled the letter in her hands and absently chewed her full bottom lip. It was expertly written, her older sister being a master of subtlety, espionage, and deception. Roslin talked around things… never addressing anything directly.

This craft, luckily, was not lost on Cressia.

Princess Roslin, since her wedding night or perhaps longer, had been providing Anson Sar, some fifteen years her senior, with a potion that rendered him either impotent or unable to conceive. This was apparently the second phase of their plan. Roslin had only been married a few months and Anson was keen to breed the buxom princess. Cressia couldn’t blame him for trying. Roslin was a stunningly beautiful young woman. Her birth mother was Maymon Velcin, the sorceress queen of Trevilan, and the first child born of Rodmond’s brood from his union with his three wives.

Maymon Velcin herself, though now an extremely powerful sorceress in the black arts, now teaching at the Arcane Academy in Gristult, was no more than an adept back then, and had experimented on herself liberally during her birthing years. She was trying to weed out any dangerous genes and amplify those of which would be highly desirable.

Roslin had been a complete success of her magical engineering, either on purpose or by accident. Roslin had all the wickedly iconic Velcin features: high cheekbones, deep green eyes, porcelain skin, jet black hair. And at just a little over five feet tall, it was her other… assets which truly made her a shining example of Velcin inbreeding. Magnificently full breasts that stood high on her chest, round and perfectly shaped, always swelling deliciously in every lace corset she blessed her ripe body with, and what a perfectly shaped ass, Cressia thought, so curvy and so fat.

Princess Cressia felt herself getting hot thinking about her older sister. Nothing new there. She was deeply attracted to her, and envious of her busty body. She turned her head to stare through the moonlight at the long mirror set against the wall. She straightened her back and saw her small breasts protrude from her thin nightgown.

She hunched her back again and dramatically exhaled in a deflated gesture.

She held up the letter once again. According to Roslin, the next part was for Daddy’s firstborn son, Roydan, to travel to the Seat of the Redeemer, and meet with Gilly at the church. Finally, if Cressia understood the real meaning, Roydan would deliver… unto Roslin’s womb a child of pure Velcin blood! Cressia licked her lips at the plot.

Besides their decade-long occupation in the kingdom of Balmudia, the Velcin efforts in Sar Sanrosan appeared to be working the best. Relations were already good there and now they had a Velcin daughter married into the royal family. Cressia could only guess what else her mother and father were plotting for the snowy kingdom in the north, but it would not surprise her if the heir to the Sanrosan throne, Graboor Sar, a picture of health, and still without a male heir, would suddenly take ill and die before assuming the throne. This tragedy would of course put Anson next in line, and presumably, the son Roslin would soon give him.

Wicked, Cressia thought with a devious smile, marvellously wicked.

Resolved to find out more, tonight, she made up her mind to get answers. Besides, the source of all that howling was probably going to want to read this letter immediately. She rolled it up and stood, wrapping herself in a thin green robe. She brought the candle over to her closet and inspected herself in the mirror.

She tightened her sash around her waist and took in her lithe form.

Cressia face was round with cute baby fat. She still looked like a young teenager, not a woman yet, like her older sister. She’d fill out soon enough. And her long black hair was a complete mess, a knotted bird’s nest from her sleep. She thought she looked adorable, in a clumsy sort of way.

Her supple hourglass form was accentuated by the tightened sash, and her budding breasts were held together snuggly under the fabric of the robe. She loved them, the size and shape of her perky handfuls. She could handle them easily at this size, knowing full well how big they could get… given how her other sisters, and her mothers, tended to age and fill out.

She tuned slowly and examined her plump butt with one leg extended back and tipped on a toe — her rear was bigger and rounder than she would like, once again knowing from her mother and the other women of the castle, that she had every chance of blossoming into some hypersexual goddess. And part of her was intrigued by the idea, especially given the men walking around the castle, that such features could very well be used to her advantage. A weapon to get exactly what she wanted.

But Cressia had other plans. She wasn’t about to just resign herself to the lusts of her developing body, as hard as they were to being ignored sometimes. She wanted to rule, like her mother, Queen Marzanna, ruled. A strong woman, beautiful, intelligent, and powerful. It was no secret that Marzanna Velcin was the true hand that directed Trevilan in its governance. A role model, Cressia thought.

She knew that the Velcin genes had been carefully thought out, years prior to her birth, by generation’s worth of royal inbreeding… and magic. Her father Rodmond had married his own mother and his two sisters.

Through them, he had sired ten children who had survived infancy. Four boys and six girls.

Children who had proven to be immune from the plague which ravaged Trevilan and Balmudia almost twenty years ago. Their blood had proven to be instrumental in developing a vaccine against the plague. Trevilan, and largely the work of Maymon Velcin, had all but delivered the two kingdoms out of certain death from the roving plague.

Cressia decided it was her best bet to take the letter to Marzanna right now and confess that she had read it. Though not her birth mother, Marzanna was in many ways the mother to all of the Velcin children, and Cressia thought of her as the head mother among Maymon and Gilly. The Queen was likely awake now, if Cressia guessed right, and she would know what to do with this information. The letter was meant for her after all. Queen Marzanna played a pivotal role in raising the young princess and all her siblings.

The princess got moving, out the door and down the stairs, thinking about the three other siblings she shared the castle with for the last year.

Prince Roydan came to mind immediately, first born son and heir apparent to the throne of Trevilan, born of Marzanna’s womb. A soldier by thirteen, knighted at fifteen, now twenty and a mountain of a man. His thick black hair cut just below his ears, a strong-silent type demeanor that only slightly intimidated Cressia. Still, he was not unattractive.

Roydan was being groomed by an army of military experts and political advisors, as well as under the direct oversight of their father. But the idea that he would someday be king confused Cressia. He simply did not seem like the type to lead a kingdom. Cressia held little expectation for him as king. It wasn’t his fault he’d been born a big brute, but the fact that her older brother was a barbarian of a man and perhaps better suited to life on a battlefield then here, instead of cooped up in a castle full of women, left Cressia wondering about what kind of king he would really make.

Yes, he was quiet and slow witted, everyone knew this. But did that mean he wouldn’t make a good king? She wasn’t exactly sure she knew what made a good king. At 6’5, he towered a good foot or more over most people, and he was powerfully built, with big broad shoulders and a massive chest. His arms were like hairy tree trunks, and he thundered when he walked around the castle. The prince would perhaps never have his father’s gift of speech and diplomacy, but if you put a sword in his hands, he was a formidable force to reckon with on the battlefield. Not to mention in the bedroom.

Not that Cressia would know.

Few Velcin women built to withstand the power Roydan wielded between his legs. Cressia had yet to fully experience his prodigious manhood firsthand. The children were always free to play with one another, but intercourse had to be approved first by their parents. Cressia had steered clear of Roydan after seeing him fuck Marzanna and Maymon. She couldn’t believe the force and power the young man unleashed upon their beautiful bodies.

Luckily, Roydan rarely seemed to take notice of his sisters, relying on the talents of his mothers to satisfy such carnal lusts. He wasn’t cruel or mean to any of them, in truth he seemed to be something of a gentle giant, but she guessed he had already developed a taste for sex that only their mother’s mature pussy and huge tits could satisfy.

Good luck trying to hold a conversation with the brute though, Cressia smiled. A few low grunts or short sentences were the most anyone could hope for when speaking to Roydan, even Queen Marzanna. Which baffled Cressia; why did Roslin wish for Roydan to travel north… to do the deed? Surely Rhys would be the better choice. Rhys was more like their father in physicality and would surely be just as amiable to such an idea, having always had a crush on Roslin.

Roydan would eat the poor girl alive.

But then, Cressia considered, maybe that’s what Roslin wanted? She was married to a little weasel of a man after all. The poor girl. They don’t make them very strong up in Sar Sanrosan. The men hardly seem to get any sunlight and its bloody cold. It was a political marriage, naturally, and the idea of any Velcin being wed to another royal family was hardly ever something lightly considered, Cressia knew, from reading her history books, that it was only something that was done when alliances needed to be secured.

Then there was Rhys, only a few months older than Cressia, and the first-born son of Maymon. Rhys was a bookworm, and soon bound for the Academy in Gristult, to study with his mother and their sister Gya. Cressia rarely saw Rhys these days. After Maymon went to teach at the Academy, Rhys moved down into her chambers, the castles lowest levels, and revived her laboratory. Rhys was a little cocky and full of himself, but Cressia adored him because she knew it was all for show since his experiments often blew up in his face. He still had much to learn, and she was happy that he had been accepted into the school to the west.

Finally came little Mibby, another child of Maymon’s womb, and the youngest in the castle having just turned eighteen two months ago. She was small and adorable with her hair in a bob that framed her innocent face. Looks could be deceiving. Mibby was like one of those tiny dogs grouped in with much larger breeds. She often compensated by being the loudest amongst her siblings. She was a little firecracker and Cressia loved how she could dominate any conversation with her babbling rants, often forcing others to stay quiet.

The sisters were friendly, though complete opposites, spending most of their days under the direct tutelage of Queen Marzanna, in and around the castle grounds where they studied statecraft and foreign policy.

Cressia loved the castle, the gardens, and the baths. She adored her life here and loved her family deeply. She knew that life outside the castle was different and could be quite difficult. She was in no hurry to leave. She especially loved her father, who often needed help getting around the castle. Rodmond had always been a loving father to her, so caring and so very giving…

Cressia continued, feet quietly tapping on the stone floor. Judging by the consistency of the banging, she guessed it was Marzanna and Roydan. He could go for hours and only she could keep up with him. The pleasure of the flesh, of being so close with their family, was paramount to the Velcins. To preserve the royal bloodline. Velcin women were products of royal inbreeding to accentuate their busty, curvy bodies. Through the same inbreeding, the men were annoyingly all hung like horses. It didn’t help that there were handsome either.

Then there was magic.

She understood that spells and magical potions had played a direct role in all their births and their genetic features. They all bore strangely similar facial features and the distinctive Velcin looks: the piercing green eyes, the jet-black hair. The girls developed pronounced curves, either big full busts, fat round butts, or both. They were both short and curvy like Marzanna or Maymon, or taller but with wider hips like Gilly. In Cressia’s case, she seemed to take after her mother, smaller breasts and big, matronly hips, with a deliciously round ass.

All of them knew the dangers of such close-knit familial relations. That such inbreeding could easily have resulted in stillbirths or genetic defects. And perhaps it had, her parents would never tell such things to her, of course, in those early years of the plague, when they had all been so desperate to secure Rodmond on the throne… and swarm the castle with his heirs.

But those dangerous factors were where magic played the central role in their lives.

Magic, largely by Maymon’s hand, had been used excessively back then, during the dark years, to ensure Rodmond’s offspring were born healthy… and regularly. How else could they have been consistently squeezing out babies over the course of three years? Cressia’s mind raced with that carnal knowledge.

And it was all based on some prophecy of her mothers, Gilly’s dreams, Cressia shook her head, and some accidental magical mixture which had gifted her father with a giant cock… she almost wanted to laugh as she made her way down the spiraling stairs, and her mothers had all fallen victim to it. They’d spent the last two decades raising ten kids… and plotting how to expand the kingdom’s rule.

That was the bulk of what Cressia understood to be her birthright.

King Rodmond had, back then, been quite satisfied with his efforts, his goals, at impregnating his wives. He’d given Trevilan ten beautiful children. Future generations of the Velcin family were all but secured. Though, presently her father, now in his late thirties, still had his appetites… and it seemed to Cressia that he had more goals in mind. Her older sister Mizel had been the first among this generation to have his child. Would she be next? Cressia herself and daddy had been careful so far… but how long would that last? Queen Marzanna had made clear that their daughters, for the purpose of their grand plans, were to only be politically or strategically wed to either their brothers or the royalty of other kingdoms upon the age of eighteen.

Cressia and Mibby were yet unpromised to anyone in the family or elsewhere. She herself had always assumed she would be married to one of her brothers, Rhys, most likely, though she supposed anything was possible… Vyman was technically not married either. She scoffed. As long as Roydan did not choose her as his queen. She could probably learn to handle him in bed but… what in the Redeemer would they ever talk about?

Finally, she approached Roydan’s chamber door, where the howling was quite obviously originating from. A steady grunting could be heard along with the telltale rhythmic thumping of someone getting a good hard pounding. There were no guards or servants to be found at this hour and the door was not barred. Anyone could come and go as they pleased.

Cressia was used to hearing or seeing them at it in various places around the castle. It was not uncommon for Roydan or Marzanna to stop what they were doing, at any time of day, and go somewhere to fuck each other’s brains out. Cressia shrugged, as Marzanna was one of the few women who could handle Roydan, it was a relief to most of them. The man was a huge stallion and only she could ride him.

It was little surprise to Cressia, then, when she walked in to find Roydan naked on his bed, broad back facing her, with mother’s legs wrapped tightly around his ass. Cressia breathed in the thick scent of sex and sweat as she watched as the massive muscles and butt constrict, thrusting forward into the older woman.

The man was easily twice the size of her, and she saw that he had one giant hand on top of her mouth, to muzzle the screams she was obviously trying to also suppress.

Walking silently into the sparsely decorated chamber, only a few rugs on the floor and a pair of birthing chairs on either side of the expansive bed, Cressia got a better look at incestuous lovemaking.

Prince Roydan was grunting and fucking their little mother, hard and fast, powering a thick dark tube of girthy cock meat, latticed with angry purple veins, into her stretched and welcomingly wet cunt.

The extremely busty Queen Marzanna Velcin, closer to sixty now, though one would never guess it by looking at her, was obviously enjoying herself.

Marzanna, even after all these years, had a very high appetite for sex and needed to get a good fucking, no, demanded it, most every night. If that was her pronounced Velcin genes at work, or the potions that Maymon supplied her with regularly to maintain her beautiful buxom form, no one could guess. Marzanna looked to be at least ten years younger, and as fit as physically fit as a woman half her age. Though her magnificently full bust, such massive heavy breasts, were definitely something that strained credulity on such a compact form…

Marzanna’s birthing years were, of course, long past, and she spent most of her days now running the castle and raising her children. The woman was a legend around the castle and the kingdom. Princess Cressia watched them having sex and wondered just how long they had been going at it. Marzanna’s huge sweaty tits flopping up and down against Roydan’s barrel chest, as he powered into her. She knew mommy was the type who loved to be dominated, to be pushed over a table, and fucked hard, while she screamed her lungs out.

The fact that this big bear of a man was going to be king someday astounded Cressia. No one could guess what kind of he would make but it was obvious he was going to breed a whole litter of strong Velcin stock. His endurance was unbelievable. It was almost supernatural…

The Velcin children, unlike their parents, required no such potions or magical spells to aid them in life. They had been born of magic. It was as if it manifested itself in them, in different ways, some subtle, and some more pronounced than others, Cressia supposed.

Roydan, for instance, never tired and had the strength of five men. And Gya had been sent to the academy in Gristult a few years ago because her latent magical abilities had begun to manifest in ways no one could really understand. She could taste something and know everything about it. It was really weird.

Cressia herself had no idea what sort of abilities, if any, she possessed, and perhaps they had yet to reveal themselves.

The family had largely stayed quiet about these gifts, as Cressia’s mother, Gilly, called them. Gifts bestowed by magic… and by the Redeemer, to see that the Velcin prophecy comes to fruition. And they were all fruitful. She was sure that if Roydan had been unleashed on her and her sisters, there would be twice as many Velcin babies running around. Roslin’s letter started to make a lot more sense.

Especially as she watched her big brother fuck their mother.

Cressia was getting weak in the knees as she saw him power into the little queen, manhandle her, and grope her giant tits needfully. They were so full and heavy on her chest, her tiny body, these massive globes of soft flesh and all just for him. She watched the brute take his hand off her mouth to squish them together and bury his face in them as he fucked her even harder.

Roydan’s big hips were menacingly fast, and his cock looked like an iron bar slamming into her hot wet hole, brutally stretched to capacity. Marzanna was taking the whole thing, at least a foot of cock, which was what frightened Cressia to a point beyond fear and into… excitement? She suddenly felt her nipples harden and get hot beneath her robe.

‘Oh fuck, that’s hot,’ she whispered.

‘Ugghhh,’ her mother’s moans suddenly tore her from her fantasy, ‘that’s it you big fucker! Give it to me! Give it to mommy! Harder know, mommy is so close!’ With Roydan’s hand off Marzanna’s mouth, she could finally give him some of that filthy tongue she was famous for around the castle. They’d all grown up listening to Marzanna’s dirty talk.

‘Oh, baby… yessss! Come on, my sweet baby boy, give mommy all that big dick she loves so much!’ her mother’s voice was shrill, she had been taking it hard for some time, Cressia guessed. Both were covered in sweat. ‘I know you want… ugh, ugh… to blast mommy… with all that hot cum! Ffffuck, baby, you’re so fucking hard… so fucking deep… now show mommy how much you love this hot little cunt!’

Cressia gasped as Roydan suddenly flipped Marzanna over onto her stomach with his huge arms. The queen barely had time to brace herself as he realigned the gigantic cockhead with her dramatically smaller cunt. Her massive tits spread out on either side beneath her.

To look at them as Cressia was, such a big fat tool had no business going in there. But in it went, slowly at first, and then inch after massive inch disappeared into her mother’s boiling hot cunt. Roydan’s cock was slick and covered in their combined frothy sex cream, which evidently helped him go balls deep once again quite easily.

Roydan was grunting loudly now.

‘Ohhhh fuck… yes! Here we go, baby! Fuck mommy, fuck mommy!’ Marzanna screamed, being filled so completely once more, and latched onto the sheets for support, while her son took her roughly from behind. She was flat on her tummy now and Roydan had both of his hands down on her plump ass cheeks. For a woman her age, her big butt looked fantastic. Still so full and round, and it could really take a beating.

Which was good because that was precisely what Roydan proceeded to give it.

In and out he slammed into his little mommy, fucking her hard and deep. Cressia was close now, watching and fingering herself. They both clearly knew she was there, but it didn’t seem to matter.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ Marzanna moaned, ‘here it comes, baby! Aggghhhh! You’re making mommy cum again! Oooooh, fuck yes. What a good boy! What a good baby boy for mommy! That’s it, fucker. Keep going, keep going…’

Roydan didn’t look like he had any intention of stopping.

Marzanna’s big bubbly ass looked tiny in comparison to her son’s huge hands and the fat cock powering below her round cheeks. If the prince was getting tired, he gave no sign of it. Cressia was almost impressed, but then, all of them held sex, held the ecstasy of it, in such a matter-of-fact way within the castle. It was a given, incest, and while perhaps shunned in other parts of the world, was relied upon for the Velcins and their unnaturally high sex drives. Obsessed with their blessed bloodline, Marzanna was a shining example.

The queen had married her own father and given birth to Maymon, Rodmond, and Gilly. Rodmond, upon assuming the throne, married them, and soon impregnated all three. Cressia guessed that if it were within Marzanna’s power to carry Roydan’s child, she would only be too glad to do so.

‘Uggghhhh, ohhh fuck me!’ Marzanna’s big ass contracted and squeezed around her son’s cock.

Not missing a beat, Roydan picked up the pace and fucked her through another mind-shattering orgasm. Who knew how many she’d had tonight. Maybe he had not yet cum or maybe this was just one more for him after a long series of nightly mother son fuck fests. Cressia wasn’t going to bother asking. The young princess soon leaned against the bed and got comfortable. Roydan had pulled up her hips and drilled into her cunt with hard strokes. Marzanna was helpless to the onslaught.

The prince fucked her like that for another solid twenty minutes.

‘Inside… inside… finish inside me, Roy,’ she finally pleaded, her voice wavering and her face pressed hard into the bed. ‘Filly mommy up with all that hot cum. I need it so bad now… deep inside… deep inside meeeee!’

Cressia assumed from his low, guttural roar that her brother gave mommy what she wanted. He stayed buried inside for a long time, panting and pressing down on her, his swollen, heavy balls throbbing and contracting, as they emptied everything inside her greedy mature cunt.

Later, and without ceremony, he pulled out and stood up to face Cressia. Naked and breathing hard, Roydan faced his sister but remained silent with his arms resting at his sides.

Startled by the abruptness, she froze and met his eyes. Silent seconds passed until she finally looked down to see what Marzanna would do. The queen seemed not to notice any awkwardness between the siblings; she casually composed herself and sat up next to where the big prince stood. His bucking cock, still absurdly erect, was eye level with her arrestingly beautiful, flushed face.

‘Cressia… at this hour,’ Marzanna said warmly, despite her dishevelled look. ‘Speak, my daughter. What is it that you bring to us?’ She looked at the scroll in Cressia’s hands.

‘Mother,’ Cressia bowed, still flushed and a little bothered, ‘Ahem, Roydan… I apologize for the intrusion, but I received this letter… by accident last night. A raven flew into father’s- er, my room… and I opened it.’ She spouted.

‘Naturally,’ Marzanna said and took the letter. Her beautiful eyes flicked across the parchment. She read it in one hand while the other came up and slowly began rubbing Roydan’s big dick.

After a few minutes, she then read it allowed for Roydan to hear and took even more time to explain what the letter really meant. This was obviously done for the hulking prince’s benefit, though Cressia gleaned some insight from the queen’s interpretation. It sounded more urgent than Cressia had assumed. Evidently Roslin was trying to tie the visit in with her ovulation.

Finally, in a low, breathy voice, Marzanna said, ‘Do you understand what Roslin is asking, my son?’

Roydan grunted, and Cressia knew he was more interested in what her hand was doing than the contents of the letter. She herself stayed quiet and waited for Marzanna to speak once again.

The busty queen eyed her daughter and exhaled sharply through her nose. She raised her chin and pursed her juicy lips. Now, more urgently, she jacked off the enormous cock beside her face, as if she were fanning herself.

‘Roydan will go to the church, in Sar Sanrosan… to meet with Gilly and Roslin.’

Cressia attempted a smile over at her brother to encourage his journey. He hardly seemed to notice her.

‘… And you will accompany him there.’

‘Eeep!’ Cressia’s yelped, her mind raced. She had not expected that at all. ‘I… I will? Mother… Redeemer, why? What use would I be… there? Oh mother, please… reconsider. I am sorry I read the letter but… oh, what good would I possibly do in going there… with Roydan?’

Marzanna smiled and fixed her free arm under her colossal tits. They dominated her stomach. This action plumped them up and brought them closer to where Roydan’s cock was currently being held. A dollop of cum oozed out and fell onto her big sweaty tits. Something she had done many times before.

‘The road there is long, my child. No one would believe we’d send the heir to the throne of Trevilan all the way to the holy seat… alone. But Roydan must go. You know why, I can tell. How many times have you read this letter? I know you, my daughter. You can read between Roslin’s words. And it would be even more suspicious if Roydan were questioned on his way there… if he tried to answer untruthfully… it would never do. Now that he knows what his sister wants from him, he cannot tell a lie, can he? Isn’t that right, my son?’

Roydan said nothing. He seemed more occupied with his mother’s continued efforts on his drooling prick than at what she was saying. That, and her absurdly big milky tits. All that mouth-watering cleavage she was creating just for him. To get another hot load out of his turgid prick. Her boobs were so round and full, pressed together like that just under his cock.

Cressia could tell mother was going to have to work him again very soon.

Marzanna went on, in a tone, that while warm and motherly, suggested it was no longer open to discussion, ‘if questioned, it should come from a Velcin princess… one of character, who can explain our presence on the road. Unofficial as it will be. You are Gilly’s daughter, after all, and you are simply bringing Roydan to the Seat of the Redeemer… for… a tour.’

The princess persisted. ‘A tour? Oh, mother, must I? But you know how I despise the cold… you know that! Can’t you go instead?’

Cressia couldn’t believe how she sounded, but it was true, she really didn’t want to go, and she especially didn’t want to get wrapped up in some plot in Sar Sanrosan. She loved her birth mother, but she had seen her only two months ago and she didn’t exactly miss her just yet. Not enough to go so far north to see her under the auspices of a visit. Plus, the woman was a zealot, obsessed with the will of the Redeemer…

‘The thought had occurred to me,’ Marzanna chuckled, breaking Cressia’s thoughts, ‘but, I am bound for Gristult with Rhys in two days. Maymon has some ideas she would like to present me with personally.’

‘Ideas, mother?’ Cressia winced.

‘I will say no more,’ Marzanna tutted in a very matronly way and soon gave most of her attention back to Roydan. ‘And I will hear no more on this matter, my mind is made, Cressia. Fifty soldiers will accompany you and Roydan… you will depart when we do and return in a month. I will give you the honor of telling your father this news. But do so quickly, I don’t want him to hear it at breakfast. You are obviously not going back to bed…’

Cressia was going to object once again, but Marzanna was already sucking Roydan’s dick and mewing like a kitten. Cressia scoffed. The queen was clearly in one of her moods. There would be no arguing with her now.

Serves me right for being nosey, Cressia thought, now I’ve got to go with… Roydan all the way up north! Redeemer help me! This was so sudden… and quite unlike Marzanna to make such hasty decisions. Perhaps there was more going on than Cressia truly understood.

The young princess bowed mockingly and turned to go when a strange feeling came over her. She turned back to see Roydan looking at her, sizing her up. He had his hands on mother’s head and was forcing her to take more of him.

She quickened her pace and left as Marzanna’s sucking sounds filled the room.

Princess Cressia still had at least one way of getting out of this…

***

‘Fuck me, daddy! Fuck me, daddy!’ Cressia bounced excitedly on top of Rodmond’s fat cock. ‘Oh, fuck! So deep! Look at what you’re doing to your little girl!’

‘Soooo tight,’ Rodmond rasped, ‘ohhhhh fuck… so fucking tight.’ He held onto her perfect hips as she took more than half his length.

Cressia tossed her hair around wildly and really drove down on top of him. She was trying to be as energetic as possible. Her tits were bouncing in small circles as she felt her father pound against her cervix. ‘Come on, daddy! Give it to me! I know you love to fuck me hard! Pound your baby girl! I’ve missed you soooo much!’

‘Missed me?’ Rodmond smiled, ‘why, you were just here the other night. Oh fuck! Ugh, that’s it, grind on it, baby. Redeemer, child. What’s gotten into you?’

‘My daddy’s huge cock, obviously,’ she laughed as she grabbed her tits and pulled them up with both palms, hugging them close. She watched her father’s eyes widen at her display. She might never have the huge hangers of her older sisters or the queen, but Cressia had learned how to use what she had quite effectively, especially in the bedroom.

‘Incredible,’ Rodmond groaned, watching her power onto him, ‘what an incredible little girl you are…’

‘Mmmm, and you love fucking your sweet baby girl don’t you, daddy? Love your baby’s tight little cunt? Ohhh fuck yessss,’ she hissed. She held his hands down on her hips to steady herself.

Rodmond could only nod as she rode him faster.

‘Daddy! Daddy! Oh fuck, Daddyyyy! Ooo… You like it rough, don’t you? You made this little pussy… oh fuck me! And now you get to fuck it… ugh, ugh… whenever you want… ugh! Isn’t that right, daddy? Isn’t this what you want?’

‘Uh… uh huh,’ Rodmond moaned, watching his girl bounce on top of him. She was so young, so fucking tight. His cock felt like it was being pressed in a molten hot vice. She reminded him so much of his twin sister Gilly, so little and quick, just like she was at that age. So eager to please… taking as much of him as she could. Rodmond smiled. Cressia had been trained well. She’d learned from the best.

‘Oooo, fuck daddy, you’re so fucking hard! Soooo fucking deep! It’s pulsing inside me! You just love sticking your big bad cock in my little cunt, don’t you daddy? Punish this pussy, OK daddy? Whenever I’m bad… you spank me… so hard, don’t you?’ Cressia slapped her own ass, hard and loud. The sound echoed around the room. She felt her father tighten his grip on her fleshy hips. ‘You need to teach this little pussy a lesson, didn’t you daddy?’

‘Redeemer… Cressia! Yes!’

‘Mmmmm, such a bad girl,’ she laughed. ‘Did daddy ever think… ughhh… that maybe I get into so much trouble… because I knew… Oooh! That you’d have to punish me? That the punishment… oh fuck me! Was the fun part?’

‘Oh, fuck,’ Rodmond gasped. He felt his balls tighten under her incredibly fully ass.

‘Mmmhmm,’ she moaned, ‘give it to me hard now, daddy, because… I’ve been such a baaaaad girl.’

‘Ooooh,’ he said, ‘you… have?’

‘Mmhmmmm… I’ve been reading things… things I shouldn’t be reading, daddy… A secret letter…’

‘A letter?’

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ Cressia slammed on her father, and he held her down. ‘Ughhh…I’ve been naughty again, daddy… and now I need this… big dick to teach me a lesson. I need to be educated, don’t I, daddy?’ She tossed her head to the side, long hair whipping around, and bit her lip seductively.

‘Ohhh fuck yes,’ Rodmond gasped. ‘I need to… educate this pussy.’

Soon, Rodmond had the child on her back and held her tight by the hips while he fucked her. She squirmed and writhed beneath him, squealing loudly as he taught her little cunt how to take the pounding she deserved. It wasn’t until she had a hand against his chest that he leaned down to kiss her, and she finally stopped shouting to meet his thrusts.

He took his tongue out of her mouth to let her speak. ‘Fuck, daddy. You’re making me cum! Making me cum so haaaaard… Look! Ugggghh, oh fuck me, daddy! CUMMING! Fuck meeee!’

She was shaking now, vibrating, unable to process the orgasm ripping through her body. Rodmond buried himself as deep as he could inside the teenager’s tight little cunt while she rode it out.

After a few more minutes of wet thrusting, he felt that same heat boiling up in his heavy nuts and, careful not to go too far with this one, quickly pulled out and brought his raging prick up to her perfect oval of a mouth.

Cressia was quite used to this by now, ever since she had turned eighteen. Daddy loved finishing on her tits or in her mouth. She was thirsty for a salty load of his royal cum and, given that this was his cum of the morning, it was bound to be an exceptionally huge one.

‘Mmmmm, give it to me, daddy! Give me all that hot cum!’ she reached out and grabbed his big balls, tugging and squeezing while he jerked his girthy shaft over her waiting lips.

Rodmond’s fist was a blur, close to her teeth now as it churned around the bloated cock head, bubbling pearls of cum glistening out and onto her needy tongue faster than she could lick.

The princess had taken her fair share of loads, but daddy’s first rounds were always a big surprise. The force and pressure at which they blasted always made her yelp and squeal. She could only imagine what it must be like to take such a massive load deep within her precious womb…

‘Come on, daddy, give it to me! Give your bad little baby girl the big load she deserves!’

‘Ohhh fuck yes, baby, here it comes! Cumming!’ Rodmond cried and dropped his fist to hold her little face.

Wasting no time, she instinctively wrapped her full lips around on his twitching cockhead and took the blasts to the back of her throat.

Shot after shot went off and she did her best to keep up. She had worked him hard this morning and this was her reward. Cressia was used to this sort of treatment. Though it had taken a while to get used to the taste of her father’s cum, now she lusted for it. She dreamed about it. After watching Roydan and mother earlier, she had developed quite the appetite, and she found a good load was quite satisfying after she cum once or twice herself. Daddy always made sure she got hers.

She let the boiling load fill her mouth before she even attempted to swallow. Oh, she would, she’d swallow all of it, but first, she wanted to savour it. She wanted to let her father know she was enjoying this gift that he had given her. A big breakfast just for her tummy. She played it up and made plenty of squeals and mewls, moaned at taking so much cum… and it kept coming.

Seconds passed and he was still firing in her mouth. Still holding her. Her eyes went wide. She panicked as she felt her throat close off… daddy was still cumming, filling her mouth, flooding her. Now that hand which had caressed her cheek was holding her neck. She couldn’t move. She had more than two inches of him in her mouth and he wasn’t stopping…

She grunted and remembered her training. She breathed through her nose and let her throat relax. She straightened her back and maintained eye contact with her father. She saw him smile at her now. Taking hold of his thick shaft with both hands, she swallowed a little bit of the cum, and then a little more.

The onslaught soon subsided. Cressia felt herself ease forward and take more of him, just to show that she was back in control. Nothing escaped her lips.

‘Ughhhhh… Good girl,’ Rodmond finally said, patting her cheek, and then took his hand back.

Cressia let his dick fall from her lips and began to steady her breathing. ‘Mmmm… I’ve learned from the best, daddy.’

‘That you have, daughter.’

She quickly noticed was still hard. ‘But daddy… I’m not sure I’ve learned my lesson yet…’

Rodmond flexed his cock against her cheek.

Twice more, into the rising sunlight of dawn, Rodmond fucked his daughter’s teenage brains out. She gave him quite the work out too, to be fair, and made sure to swallow him down once more before he finally finished all over her tits.

Now they both lay on their backs, the bed a complete mess, Rodmond watching her idly rubbing his cream around her nipples while she watched his tower slowly deflate. Beyond the bed, Cressia saw the natural light rise into the room and reflect off the king’s mirrored cabinet, where shelves of vials and potions glistened.

‘Now, Cressia,’ the king yawned, and stretched out to crack his back, ‘what was all that… about a letter?’

‘Mmm,’ she lotioned her breasts with his cum, ‘a raven delivered a letter last night… it was from Roslin.’

‘Last night?’ Rodmond turned to face her, ‘what did it say?’

She smiled sweetly at him. ‘I’ve already delivered it to mother. Roslin says she is ready for the next phase.’

Rodmond studied her swelling breasts and nodded. He smiled at her and said, ‘Hmmm… what did your mother have to say about that?’

Cressia scoffed but remembered to play it cool. ‘Oh, Daddy… she wants Roydan to go to the Seat in the north. To be there with Roslin. Mother wants me to go with him… as an escort! But… oh, I don’t want to go…’ she pouted.

Her father only smiled at her.

She knew she had blown it, but now she was turned to him, her arms pressing her boobs into a long line of cleavage. Black hair partially obscured her soft face. She wondered if her would take her again.

‘The Queen said that?’

‘Mmhmm,’ she nodded sadly and chewed her bottom lip. ‘But daddy… I don’t want to go! You don’t want to send your little princess so far north, do you?’

‘Hmm,’ Rodmond moaned, not oblivious to what she was doing. ‘It will not be a long trip, daughter. A few weeks at the most and it will be quite safe. Why… I think it would be good for you to go and see your mother, to see Roslin, and the land north of Trevilan…’

‘But daddy! Nooo! I don’t want to leave the castle…’

‘Come now, Cressia. Think of it as an adventure. Roydan will protect you.’

‘I don’t want Roydan’s protection… I want yours, daddy,’ she threw herself on him and nuzzled into his chest. She fixed a leg over his hip and rested her soft ass on him, felt his hot manhood against her pulsing groin. ‘Please let me stay?’

A big smile came across Rodmond’s face. ‘I am a wise king, my daughter,’ Rodmond laughed. ‘I know not to go against the wishes of my queen…’

‘Daddy?’

‘You must go, I’m afraid. There is much at stake in the north, and you are Gilly’s daughter. You’re going to visit your mother and show Roydan around the holy Seat of the Redeemer. I should have thought of such a plan myself. Roydan is heir to the throne, but for him to go at all is quite suspicious. No harm shall come to you, my sweet. Sar Sanrosan will gladly open its doors to such a visit, unofficial as it may be. I wonder what else Roslin has planned… I wonder how she will get Roydan alone… hmm, Gilly, if I know my sister-wife, will pull some strings.’

‘Hmpf,’ Cressia pouted. ‘I don’t see what all that has to do with me…’

Rodmond sighed. ‘It’s a cover story, Cressia. It’ll be an easy journey. Dress warmly. I expect the Queen’s mind is quite made up.’

‘Daddy, you’re getting hard again. Are you sure you want me to go?’

Rodmond laughed. ‘Yes, daughter. I am too tired to take you again. Let us go get some food.’

‘Ooo, daddy…’ Cressia purred.

‘Stop that. And as a word of advice, I would say if you were going to make such a play… for my generosity, to do so before getting three loads out of me. It has given me such clarity of mind, you see…’

Cressia pounded on his chest and growled, but it was drowned out by the king’s laughter.

***

The following day, Prince Rhys heard a knock at his door but didn’t bother to see it open.

He was busy practicing one of his mother’s formulas, a simple stamina potion. Under the normal ingredients, the potion would grant about five hours of additional energy; mental concentration and alertness, as well as fight off physical fatigue. Trying to fight off the need for sleep, the young prince wanted to play with the ingredients and see if he could extend the results by one or two hours. He doubted he would get it right. The ingredients were easy enough to play with. The magic, the spell itself to enchant the potion, that was the tricky part.

There simply wasn’t enough time. He would leave for Gristult soon, and he knew there was a test or two waiting for him at the academy. He really should be focused on that, but the trip there would be quiet enough, and he figured he could always study then. He wanted to be ready. Rhys was confidant in his arcane knowledge, having studied countless texts and scrolls since he was a young boy. But it wasn’t in theory where he needed work, it was in practice. It was the actual spell casting that needed to improve. There was only so much he could do here in the castle, in his mother’s lab of the lower levels.

Still, he had done enough to gain the invitation to the prestigious school. Once he was there, he would have everything he needed to branch out and really start experimenting. Potions, spells, enchantments. There would be no stopping him.

His birth mother Maymon was already there, and his sister Gya, but for entirely different reasons.

Maymon was a professor of sangromancy, blood magic, which made total sense to Rhys. Given her success early in life, synthesizing potions and a vaccine which had almost single-handedly saved the continent from a deadly plague, the least they could do was offer the sister-queen of king Rodmond a position at the ancient school. Mother was only forty years old, and he had no doubt that in a few more years she would be running that place.

His younger sister Gya was there, conversely, to be studied. It had been her blood, which lead to a discovery that the Velcin children carried within them the necessary piece in creating the vaccine. And that turned out to be only one of many of Gya’s mysterious gifts. In any case, they had quickly sent her off to the academy and there she remained with Maymon for the last five years.

Now it was Rhys’ turn.

He had been preparing for this moment for so long. So many years of success and failure. To finally be himself recognized for his abilities, his knowledge, and not just as a royal Velcin of Trevilan, but for potential what would surely lead to arcane greatness someday, he knew in his heart of hearts, he’d be a natural… he just needed the chance to excel.

‘Working late are we, brother?’ the squeaky little voice said from behind him.

It was, of course, his younger sister, Mibella, or Mibby as everyone called her. She alone bothered to come down here to see him nowadays. Anyone else and he would be forced to venture out into the castle proper. Little Mibby, for whatever reason, seemed to like it down here.

The lower levels, being comprised of the reference library, this laboratory and bedroom, and an empty dungeon did not immediately reveal their charm. The dungeon was a relic of another age. The lab was stuffy and poorly ventilated. And, as the library on the main level was much brighter and smelled much less foul, it was far more frequented than the dusty old scrolls down here. That all suited Rhys just fine, it meant he largely had the entire floor to himself most day. He liked the solitude, the ability to focus on his reading and his practice potions.

‘Oh, you know me,’ Rhys sighed and turned to see her laying down a silver tray of hot food, ‘magic never sleeps. Why should I?’ He smiled as he saw his younger sister silently mouth the words as he said them.

‘And when does it eat?’

‘Hmmm… good question,’ Rhys dusted himself off and rose up. It did smell good. He walked over and towered over his sister’s petite form, inspected the meal. Roasted chicken, a whole leg of it, and boiled vegetables. Mashed potatoes drowning in dark brown gravy. ‘Redeemer… I’m not going to eat all that.’

‘No? Not hungry? Still full of your last meal, are you?’ She knew he hadn’t eaten all day. She knew he hadn’t left his room all day.

‘Well, I’m not that hungry,’ but then, upon smelling it some more, Rhys felt his stomach growl. He really hadn’t eaten all day.

She rubbed her hands into her dress and looked around the dark room. ‘Its still a beautiful day out there, you know,’ Mibby said idly, now leafing through one of the scrolls on a worktable, ‘you should get some fresh air. I can only imagine what you’ve been breathing in all day down here.’

Rhys watched his sister’s nimble form slip around the room. He took at bite out of the chicken. ‘Listen to you. You sound like mother. What else has brought you down to me this evening?’

Mibby was a year younger than him, and a child of Maymon as well, so the two had always been close growing up. She was short and slim, with a wild look about her. Maybe just over five feet, a round childlike face with short cropped black hair just down to her chin, and the same deep emerald eyes, as with all the Velcins. She had perfect porcelain skin, too white against her black hair, with pouty red rosebud lips that looked almost out of place on her otherwise pale face. But Rhys loved them. They only added to her ethereal beauty.

He sized her up will picking at his dinner. Small, ripe breasts, and a swelling cleavage when she chose to emphasize it. A surprisingly bubbly butt for someone her size, that stuck out in anything she wore. Cocking his head, Rhys could also see the tight white stockings she wore beneath a simple green dress, the collar tied around her thin neck, exposing only a thin window of that creamy cleavage and her delicate shoulders.

He licked his lips and then his fingers.

‘Care to hear all the gossip?’ Mibby asked, dropping a pamphlet down on his desk and making eye contact. There was that wild smile, all those bright teeth.

‘Gossip, eh? What drama has dominated dinner tonight then?’ Rhys said, still chewing and trying to make out that he wasn’t leering. ‘Was it the usual dinner table chatter or real gossip?’

Mibby held her smile, she had a real knack for local news and gossip, though she usually stayed quiet at the table herself, she always made a point of committing the good stuff to memory. In her role as the youngest, it behooved her to be well-informed and to get new information by any means necessary. ‘Oh, you know,’ slowly walking two fingers across the table, ‘more trade disagreements with Risuk… our brother Vyman isn’t making enough progress in the north.’

‘Boring. He’s only been there for a few months.’

Mibby tutted and dropped her hand. ‘Marcus hasn’t yet impregnated Princess Remo.’ She clucked.

Rhys rolled his eyes. That wasn’t surprising either. He had last heard that Remo swore to never provide them with a legitimate heir to their occupation in Balmudia. ‘Please sister, if you’re going to waste my time…’

Mibby laughed and held her face with both hands. ‘Oh, but you know me! I’m saving the best news for last. Cressia, our dear sweet sister, who thinks she rules the roost, is now going to accompany our brother on a trip…’

Rhys piqued up.

‘… to Sar Sanrosan. On an unofficial visit… to see Roslin!’

‘Really?’ Rhys watched her. This was good gossip.

‘Mmhmm, from mother’s own mouth not an hour ago at the table. Cressia just sat there in silence. She obviously knew all about it. I’m guessing she had already made her case to them.’

Who knows how long ago. She said not a word at the table. And of course, neither did Roydan.’

‘Nothing new there,’ Rhys said.

Mibby nodded. ‘Yup! He just kept wolfing down his meal. As if the trip, and Cressia, was one more task on his to-do list.’

Rhys wanted to laugh, though he almost felt bad for his sister. ‘Did father say anything? I wonder whose idea it was?’

‘I don’t know,’ Mibby tapped her chin thoughtfully, ‘I suspect mother’s. It sounds like something she would think up. Maybe she thinks Cressia has been cooped up in the castle for too long.’

‘Yes. That… or she has been hogging father too often of late.’

‘Hmmm… possibly. But then, mother is also to be leaving soon. She’ll be… going with you to Gristult!’

Rhys gulped; she had not said anything to him about such plans. ‘You jest. She… she is?’

‘Mmhmm, she said it very matter-of-factly, in the same breath, with Cressia’s news. You look pale, brother.’

‘Redeemer, why? I’ll be eaten alive. You know what its like to travel with mother! She always going on about getting her road loads! She is insatiable!’

Mibby couldn’t help but giggle. ‘Perhaps I don’t know as well you do.’

Rhys sighed and sat down on a work bench by the wall. He had suddenly lost his appetite. He had thought the long trip to the Academy would be spent in contemplation, studying up and preparing for the tests he would face upon arrival.

Queen Marzanna would no doubt have other plans. She always got so hot and bothered on long trips. If it was just going to be the two of them in a carriage, he would have to satisfy her every night on the road. He would surely need those stamina potions now. ‘And did she say… why she was going?’ Rhys asked.

Mibby shook her head, ‘not really. You know how she is. Something about a letter from our mother, wanted her to be there in person for something.’

‘Be there in person? I am honestly surprised. If it’s that important she be there… I’m surprised we’re not sailing now… I mean when is the last time the queen has left Trevilan?’

‘Sail, brother? This time of year? You think she’d take that kind of chance. Oh no, its going to be you and her in the carriage for two weeks.’

‘Oh gracious,’ Rhys slapped his forehead. He wanted to laugh. Sure, the first couple of days would be fun. No one fucked like the queen did. And those big heavy tits of hers were also wonderful pillows. But who could keep up with her for that long? ‘She’s going to drain me dry.’

Mibby was roaring with laughter now. ‘Oh, most certainly!’

Rhys couldn’t help but join in.

Soon she came up beside him. Standing there, she was now eye level with him. She got silent and started to finger the loose thread of his shirt. ‘Mmm… speaking of draining. Do you mind if I get some more practice in before you go?’

‘Now? Mibby, I’m filthy. You know I’ve been down here all day working…’

‘Mmm… fine by me. I like the way you smell.’ She ran her fingers along his chest and then squeezed his shoulder tightly. ‘I didn’t eat much for dinner either. I was hoping… you could fill me up?’

‘Really Mibby, it’s been a few days…’ Rhys thought back to the last time she had come down. She was always so demanding about their ‘practice,’ as she called it. She loved sucking him off. She would often tell him to keep working while she blew him under the table or even while he slept.

‘I know, I need it so bad! And you’re leaving soon! I’m so wet already, Rhys. Please? Oh, please? We can sixty-nine if you like. Come on, I know you love it.’

Rhys smirked. Why fight her? When she really got riled up, lying on top of him, blowing him, she’d toss a leg right over his head and shove her hot little cunt in his face. It was always messy and gooey from her juices and Rhys loved the expectation. Simply pressing her ass in his face would result in him eating her out. She always got what she wanted. ‘Oh, fine… I suppose there’s no point in resisting you.’

‘Mmhmm! And don’t you forget it,’ she smiled at him and came in close. She started to give him a quick little kiss on the cheek before she moved back to help him out of his pants. She had done this a dozen times before, and she liked to get started before he was furiously erect.

Rhys exhaled and remained seated as his sister anxiously pulled his breeches down over his thin legs. She squealed and crouched between his boney knees, effortlessly parted them to reveal his long flaccid tube of meat, resting in all its glory, propped up by his fat heavy balls, the size of hen’s eggs. The sight never failed to get Mibby going.

Rhys, like all the Velcin men, was generously endowed. Though perhaps not as long as his father, he was just as girthy.

Mibby recalled the first time, seeing her brother barely able to close his own fist around his raging hardon, when she had once caught him masturbating. The sight had been imprinted on her young mind. There he was, such a thin and underdeveloped young man, with an absurdly massive tool hanging between his legs, trying to coax a load out of it with both hands. She instantly knew she could help him.

Now it sat calmly against one leg, sleeping, or perhaps simply waiting for her mouth. She could already feel her lips moisten at the thought. She licked them as she stared at it. He always got so hard for her mouth. She usually had him eat her out, lick her asshole, nothing serious, but they had yet to fuck. No one had yet crossed her sacred threshold.

The young princess adored her brother’s big cock, how it twitched and pulsed against her tongue when she took in in her mouth. He had a beautiful curve to his shaft that tipped the entire head up in a splendid arc, she had long imagined what it would do to her when he finally planted that huge thing deep within her hot little teenage cunt.

Mibby had always had a crush on Rhys. Yes, they shared the same birth mother, but more than that, Mibby always felt so safe with Rhys. She was the smallest, the youngest Velcin child, and often overcompensated for her stature by being loud and obnoxious. She didn’t love it about herself, but she lived with it. This was who she was. She would never be a beautiful as Cressia, or as full-bodied as Roslin. She certainly didn’t like being the runt of the litter and was usually bossy because of it.

But when it was just her and Rhys, alone together, her defenses came down and she felt like she could be herself around him. She didn’t need to posture or be on guard. He actually seemed to enjoy her company and he listened to her, as a person and not a baby. She didn’t need to be the bossy one when it was just the two of them. She found that she loved the feeling of surrendering, opening herself emotionally to him, or just being comfortable around each other.

And she loved sucking his cock.

The fact that she was deeply attracted to him also helped. She didn’t know what to do with herself now that he was leaving. They had been playing around for months. She wanted him to know how much he meant to her. She was eighteen, and clearly very fertile. She wanted to cement a relationship with Rhys… in a way that she couldn’t with anyone else. Mibby wanted to give him her virginity.

Except she wasn’t about to come right out and say that. She wasn’t going to be romantic or wishy-washy about it either, that simply wasn’t her. Mibby was a tomboy through and through, the toughest of them, well, perhaps not as tough as Roydan, but he was on another level entirely. Rhys was different. He was cocky and confident, but she knew he was a buffoon as well. A very lovable buffoon. And it was only during their intimate moments that she really allowed herself to be vulnerable. To allow herself to feel and be felt by someone else. By her brother, and to give in to the pleasures an ecstasy of their flesh.

And now that she was facing down his chubby cock, she couldn’t wait to taste that ecstasy once again. she loved sucking her brother’s big dick. Mibby dreamed about it constantly.

She would wake up in the middle of the night, her tight little pussy soaking wet, having had another intense dream about taking him down her throat. Or finally claiming her. Rhys’s cock was perfect for her, she knew it. Anymore else and it might not fit. She came nowhere near closing her tiny fists around it, and it was definitely thicker than her wrist.

At just over ten inches long, Rhys was big enough for her to struggle with but not too out of proportion that she dared not consider taking him inside her.

Which was exactly what she was planning to do tonight. She’d give him an incredible blowjob and then he’d have no choice. Typically, they would have to wait, get the queen’s approval first, but this was different. It might be their last chance for a long time, for all she knew.

‘Mmm, look at this thing,’ Mibby purred and watched his penis slowly come to life from her lips. ‘He was waiting for me…’

‘Uh huh,’ Rhys leaned back and watched his little sister gather up the flaccid prick in her little fingers and was it in front of her face.

She was so little, and it was so big. This was always part of her ritual. She liked to play with it. She proceeded to slap her face with the floppy dark tube, dragging it against one cheek, across her pouting lips, to the other cheek. She would trail her tongue up the back of the shaft, planting dozens of little kisses on the red head, trying to wake it up and fill it out. That usually did the trick.

Now Mibby was resting it dead center on her face, letting the shaft obstruct her vision as it reached all the way to her hairline. Rhys was a shower, and his cock rarely got much larger than this, but it did widen some when those deep purple veins Mibby fingered now bulged out and hardened into something menacing and fierce. He was filling out nicely now. Soon he’d be rock hard and all for her. She couldn’t believe how quickly it happened, one minute, he was a sleeping giant and the next a dragon, ready to spew hot flames down her throat.

She had tamed this dragon before, thankfully. She knew how to control it. ‘Ready to fuck this throat, brother?’ she opened wide and flexed her muscles for him, let him see how ready she was to take him in her mouth.

‘Oh fuck… yes,’ Rhys groaned, ‘I love fucking your mouth.’ He saw her hands fight against his flaccid flesh, trying to wake the beast up as it fell back against his stomach whenever her fists fell to his base.

‘Mmm, don’t worry,’ she said, ‘I’m going to make sure you’re good and hard tonight. I know there’s a big fat load waiting to fill this belly up… and I’m going to put in the work to get it.’

‘You mean…?’

‘Mmmhmm,’ she purred. ‘Where else am I going to get my deepthroat practice?’

‘Oh fuck, sis,’ Rhys gasped, watching her little mouth negotiate his throbbing member. He knew once Mibby got started gobbling his knob, he was done for. She attacked it. Who needed a stamina potion? As soon as she got to shoving his turgid prick down her hot little throat, fully erect or not, he was right back in the game.

She continued her efforts on him with her mouth. Seconds passed and she had him absolutely drenched in her saliva. She was practically drooling all over his towering cock. Then came the sucking sounds, loud and sloppy, her hands working in tandem with her mouth, her beautiful lips stretching, choking and mewling sounds over his absurdly fat shaft.

The effect was instantaneous. He sighed and leaned back on the bench; his back touched the cold stone wall behind him.

‘Oh fuck, Mibby, that’s good…’ He watched her work the shaft. She had his balls in her free hand now. He was going to reach up and grab her head, but he wanted to wait first. Time enough to drill her. She wanted to get him going. Let her get started and put in some work. This was her idea after all. But then, he thought to himself, it always was her idea. Mibby always came looking for it, looking for a fat load from him, that’s just who she was. He didn’t have to lift a finger and he was going to miss that.

She picked up speed, taking more of him down her throat, holding him, and then coming back up for her. She squeezed his nuts playfully. Gulping and sucking noses echoed around the room. Her short black hair was down in front of her face now, stopping just above her nose. He could see her cheeks were flushed. She was already a mess as she bobbed her head a few inches back down on his prick.

Rhys smiled at the terribly erotic scene he suddenly found himself in. One minute he was scoffing down dinner and the next his sister was scoffing him down. The girl was a natural at this. She could get him going in no time. He was coming to prefer her mouth over the others. In truth, he had only been with his mothers, Maymon and Marzanna, and these days he usually just fucked the queen when she was unable to do so with his brother or his father. So, he liked how Mibby always came to him, made up for her virginity with her more than willing mouth.

She spat on him and made loud pops against his bloated cockhead. Now she was really getting riled up. He wanted to reach out and grab her, but he continued to watch. More loud sucking and slurping sounds came from under her hair, she doubled her efforts now that he was completely erect, and he could feel her tongue rabidly encircling his head.

And then suddenly she popped his head out of her mouth. ‘Mmm fuck, Bro, you’re so hard already… want to hold me up again?’

‘Ah huh,’ Rhys managed.

Five minutes later, he was still seated on the bench and had his hands full of Mibby’s juicy ass. Her thin legs were on his shoulders, her face was in his groin, happily sucking away, both hands wrapped around his shaft. Rhys had her sweet cunt directly in his field of vision, her puckered asshole not far from where his tongue could reach.

Presently he alternated lapping between the two tight holes.

Her teenage pussy was a gooey mess of sticky fluid when she positioned herself on him, pools of cunt juice around her perfectly bald pussy lips. Seeing it like that, Rhys had never felt hungrier in his life, and this was definitely hotter than his dinner. Now he was like an animal, feasting on his prey. Sucking and licking while she eagerly blew him not far below.

Not to say they were experts at any of this. It was pretty sloppy sibling sex. They had tried to sixty-nine only once or twice before, with varying levels of success. Mibby was always the more intense in her actions and, frankly, it was tough for Rhys to keep up with her. She usually made him cum first and then she would lie down and have him eat her out.

Tonight, Rhys was determined to meet her pace. He wanted to make sure she came with him. Especially if she was going to try deepthroating.

After a few minutes, she started at it again. Mibby had given it a couple of attempts before and usually only managed about four or five inches before her gag reflexes kicked in and she was forced to evacuate. One time she threw up all over his cock. Tonight was going to be different. She relaxed her throat and let his beautifully angled, engorged prick slid down her welcoming throat. Rhys couldn’t believe what he was feeling.

Mibby had a determination to do more, to go further, he could tell. She was really trying now. She broke off and came up coughing for air. He wanted to say something but then she was back on him, trying again. First, she would lick and suck, and then she would try taking him down again. Over and over, working him just a little more down her throat. The sounds were obscene and just a little startling… but in a very stomach-clenching erotic way. The force at which she was sucking him off, gasping and moaning, was just a little more than unusual.

‘Uhhhh fuck, that feels incredible, sis!’ Rhys panted, stopping his own licking for just a moment. He faced her gaping cunt, her perfect little asshole, and then widening it by pulling her cheeks apart. ‘You’re really trying to take it all aren’t you?’

He watched her head descend once more.

‘Mmmhmm,’ she moaned, never taking her mouth off him. She began the process all over again, much to his delight.

Minutes passed, the teens still eagerly licking and sucking each other off.

Rhys could soon feel his first load bubbling up and ready to fire off, but, remarkably, Mibby was also ready to pop. He kept at her sopping cunt, greedily lapping and tonguing her clit. He knew she couldn’t take much more because her groin was twitching and convulsing around his face, her legs tightening on either side of his head, and she was moaning stupidly around his cock. He knew it wouldn’t be long now.

With a bit of luck, they were going to cum at the same time.

‘Oooooh fuck,’ she suddenly spouted, ‘Yes! You’re gonna… you’re gonna make me…’

‘Mmm, keep sucking. Me too!’ Was all Rhys could manage between eating her juicy cunt. Her legs tightened even more around his head, he never let up and neither did she.

There it was! The blessed release. The flood of pleasure she had worked for so hard.

‘Here it comes! Here it comes!’

He felt the first shot empty into her sucking mouth. Then again and again. Filling her throat as she worked to accommodate the deluge. Mibby was squealing and convulsing, she was coming too! Rhys couldn’t believe it. Shocked as hot liquid sprayed his face in rabid bursts. She clamped around him in a death grip.

They had really done it!

Soon, the princess relaxed her hold on him and fell against his stomach, panting on his rising and falling chest. He kept hold of her tiny waist, arms locked up and around it on either side, breathed in relief as she slowly let him out of her mouth. He could feel her lips give their little kisses of thanks to his weeping head. The only sounds in the room now were their attempts at catching their breath.

Later, both lay next to each other on his bed. Naked, they kicked off all the blankets and tried to cool down.

Rhys watched as a fine layer of sweat collected on her perfect stomach. Her body was beautiful, so young and flawless. He couldn’t compare her to his mothers, that wasn’t fair. Such women, at their ages, of statuesque design, goddesses at their peak of maturity. Mibby needed time to develop. She made up for it in spirit. She would sure grow to be just like them, he knew, but right now, at this moment, she was radiant in her youthful splendor.

‘That was quite impressive, sister. I shall remember it fondly when I am away.’

‘I hope that you do,’ she said, a hand draped across her left breast, a bright pink nipple barely concealed. ‘You’re the only one… I’d do it for.’

‘Oh? Not… father?’

‘Hmpf, only if he asked me, I suppose. Daddy is different. With you… I’d give myself willingly.’

Rhys laughed and turned on his side to face her, an arm propped his head up. He couldn’t stop looking at her petite form. ‘And what makes me so special, sister?’

A tense silence filled the room.

Finally, she said, ‘I… I love you, Rhys. Don’t you see?’

He didn’t immediately respond. Knots in his stomach again. At first, he thought it was an obvious answer from her. They were family, after all. And even from the same birth mother. Then he thought about it. Let the words play over in his mind. She really meant it. Mibella was in love with him.

‘Mibby… I,’ he started.

She rolled closer to him. Their noses touching. ‘It’s OK. I just wanted you to know, before you left… how much you mean to me. You see me, Rhys. And I see you. I have that with no one else.’

And then, before he could respond, she leaned in and kissed him. A deeper kiss than what they typically shared before they got to business. For a long time, they held each other, brother and sister in a deep embrace of lewd passion. Excited tongues explored each other, the taste of their sex still lingered on their lips.

‘I want you, Rhys.’

He looked at her dumbly. ‘You have me, of course, sister. Always.’

She rolled her eyes. He didn’t get. She’d have to spell it out for him. ‘No… I want you… inside me.’

‘… You mean?’

‘Mmm, yes! I want you to be my first, you buffoon.’ And then she was kissing him again, her hands searching his body. They continued their embrace and he relented, doing the same, groping her ass and squeezing her thin waist. She was so small in his arms, so tiny. He felt like an idiot, letting her love for him, this true love, go unnoticed for so long.

‘I love you too, sis.’

‘Show me.’

They rolled around on the bed for a while, making out with nervous energy, neither being sure who should take the lead or make the first move. They were happy enough pressing their naked bodies together, exploring each other and grinding against their sex.

She was so small in his arms. Pressed tight against him, his fat cock squeezed tight between her legs. Poking out between her butt. Rhys didn’t want to hurt her. It looked like it would tear her in half. He didn’t just want to try and shove it in like he could with the queen or his mother. He wanted this to be special and he knew she did too.

‘How should we… what should I…?’ He searched her eyes.

‘It’s ok,’ she said, giggling, ‘I know, I know. I’m nervous too. Let’s just… take this slow, alright?’

Rhys nodded. ‘Lay on your back.’

Mibby stretched out, raised her legs and held herself by the knees. She kept exchanging glances with him, catching his eyes before looking back down at it. His prick was enormous, looming over her snatch, a steadily drooling a thin line of precum out of the fat purple head. She watched as it swayed and pulsated with every move he made.

Rhys groaned and held it tightly at the base, inched in closer between her uplifted legs. Her pink pussy was a bright mound of shiny flesh between her legs, moist and hot now. He licked his lips at the sight, it took everything inside him to resist slamming into her.

‘Slow,’ she breathed. ‘Slow… we’ll take it nice a slow.’

‘Yessss,’ he hissed, ‘you’re just… so beautiful, sis. I can’t believe we’re doing this. I can’t keep my eyes off you.’

‘Mmhmm, I see where your eyes are looking. This is our secret, got it?’

Rhys beamed at her, smiling, and she laughed at him. He cleared his throat and looked back at her pussy. He eased himself down and heard her inhale sharply in anticipation.

Another second passed and he was rubbing the head of his engorged prick against her opening, heard her moan and breathing sharply. He shook his head, this was going to be a tight fit, he thought, but we’re both more than willing to try.

‘Here we go,’ he whispered, and winked at her.

Mibby giggled again, still nervous, and lifted her head, eyebrows raised, to watch as the fat cockhead parted her thick lips and began to envelope the invader. The feeling was unbelievable. Pain, hot pain flooded her senses. This was going to be difficult.

Rhys was pushing against it now, her barrier. Her last defence. Soon, he would break it and get inside her. She held her breath.

‘Breath,’ he said, and felt the push back as well, the resistance. Something was stopping him from entering.

She exhaled. ‘Keep going,’ she hissed, ‘it’s yours… to take…’

‘Oooohhh… so tight,’ he breathed, ‘so fucking tight. Its incredibly hot, you’re so hot. It hurts…’

‘How do you think it feels for me?’ she almost shouted, but it only came out in a whisper of sarcasm. ‘Don’t stop, Rhys… its magical.’

She was right, it was magical. Rhys couldn’t stop watching as he pressed forward. This moment, he had never seriously dreamed about doing, was really happening. He was taking her virginity! She was offering herself to him and he was claiming this sacred moment. It would forever be etched onto the fabric of their beings.

‘Fuck, Mibby, you’re soaking wet,’ he gasped.

‘Uh huh,’ she nodded, watching the huge thing disappear.

‘This is going to hurt, sis. But only for a moment…’

She nodded rapidly, ‘ y-you promise?’

‘Uhhhh… Redeemer! I promise!’

And it did, for a split second, it was the most intense sharp pain she had ever felt. He flexed forward and into her vagina — suddenly something tore – and she yelped, tears filling her eyes, head thrashed, and hands gripped her legs even tighter than before.

‘Yes! Yes… yessss… you’ve done it. My maidenhead… is yours.’

Rhys slid in a little more after the initial tearing, noticed there was only a bit of blood around his shaft. He didn’t even have to pull out, the creamy red discharge acting as even more lubricant than they had considered.

Now he had a solid inch or two stuck inside her. Mibby made him stay there, signalled for him to wait, feeling her body adjust to the size. Her perfect folds pulsing around him and getting used to all these new feelings. Her mind raced with this new information, swirling thoughts, that had seconds ago been an urge to take flight, to stop all this and run… now had evolved into pleasure. The painful stretched out feeling suddenly was a lust for more, she wanted to be filled by him so badly.

She opened her eyes wide and embraced it. This was exquisite, to finally have her brother’s sizable penis inside her, owning her, where it belonged.

‘Ahhhh… don’t move… just wait, just stay inside me, Rhys,’ she groaned, her voice hoarse, ‘leave it right there and let me get used to it, OK?’ her small breasts, hard nipples, vibrating from her shaking body.

‘Uh huh,’ Rhys gasped, watching so much of his girthy shaft caught in the hot vice of his sister’s cunt. ‘Whatever you say, sis.’

‘Mmhmm,’ she smiled weakly, ‘whatever I say. I like that. I like that a lot.’

Precious minutes of wiggling and adjusting soon passed, and the teenage amateurs found that the intense tightness of her undersized cunt had transformed their shared experience into something profound. It felt fucking great! They loved being connected like this.

Mibby was in awe that something so big had even fit inside her, but there it was. She chalked it up to her Velcin genes. She wanted more! She wanted to know what it felt like to have sex. To make love. To get fucked. ‘Ready to do some damage, brother?’

‘I thought you’d never ask!’

Against the loud squeaking of the ancient mattress, Rhys pounded his little sister for all she was worth. He was on top of her now, grinding into her with his hands down around her ass again. Her eyes were closed, and she kept her legs up and wide apart for him. There was still pain, perhaps there always would be, but she embraced it now.

Rhys buried his raging shaft deep inside her young cunt, amazed at how much she was able to take for her first time.

‘Fuck me, fuck me… oh wow, Rhys, this feels incredible!’ She panted. ‘I can feel you… so hard inside me, and so deep inside me. I never want this to… Ssssstop!’

He guided her through one loud orgasm, holding himself deep inside as she rode it out.

Her second peak came very quickly after the first one.

The teens kept at it for nearly thirty more minutes, slowing every now and then to readjust or catch their breath, allowing Mibby to come back down after yet another mind-shattering orgasm. They were happy to just be so close to one another for so long. They didn’t even feel like changing positions. She was so wet and juicy that Rhys had no problem thrusting away inside her.

Until finally, he felt that moment approach… the time was coming for them to make a decision. ‘Mibby… oh fuck, Mibby, I’m… I’m almost there,’ he groaned between thrusts. ‘What… should we do?’ He inched back to grab his root and pull out.

‘Don’t you dare pull out! Inside me, you idiot! Inside! Ohhhhh… fuck! Don’t you even THINK about pulling out!’

There was his little firecracker. He wasn’t about to argue with her.

‘As you wish princess…’ and slammed into her with the same kind of force he gave his mother, all the way to the base. Her eyes rolled back. He felt his heavy nuts squished against her ass cheeks. He was buried to the hilt, pressed hard against her chamber, and all she could do was scream. ‘Oh, fuck, Mibby… I’M CUMMING!’

‘Rhys… Rhyyssss… don’t stop… don’t ever stop…’

He could only faintly hear it, was only distantly aware of her clawing hands on his back. Her legs trying to wrap around him. Only pleasure now. Only release. He was emptying inside his little sister’s womb with gallons of potent cum, flooding her fertile eighteen-year-old channel with all of his need.

***

The evening before her departure, Cressia sat with her siblings in the castle topiary.

They were gathered around the ancient marble fountain, an impressive round pool carved by Trevilanians of great skill, and it served as the garden’s magnificent centerpiece. Birds chirped and sang distantly as a steady stream of water acted as their chorus. It was a lovely evening, and they had the whole place to themselves. Dinner was finished and the king and queen had retired to bed early.

Cressia was sure if she went looking, she’d probably hear them ‘retiring’ right now.

This was more important. There was no time left to plead her case or argue. What good would it do? Mother would hear no more of it. No, Cressia had come to terms with their decision and wanted to spend this time enjoying the castle grounds. This was easily her favorite place to be, it was well known, and with her brothers and sister it was that much more special, while they could all be together.

Tomorrow, she and Roydan would depart early for Sar Sanrosan. All the preparations had been made. Rhys and Queen Marzanna would follow, bound for the western kingdom of Gristult, to the Arcane Academy to visit Maymon and Gya.

Presently, the four children lounged around the water fountain, skirts and britches hiked up to their knees, legs wading in the water. The boys had on loose fitting white tunics and black pants. Mibby wore her signature black choker and a dark green dress. Cressia had on a simple black corset that was partially unlaced, showing a healthy amount of creamy bosom, and a light brown skirt.

They were joking around, talking nonsense, and just happy to be together. Which was funny, because most of the time they couldn’t stand to be around one another, unless they absolutely had to do so. Unless they were made to do so. Now all that was going to change. They were the last of the ten Velcin children in the castle, and soon it would be down to one.

Watching the water stream from a big marble horse, a coiled snake, and finally several frogs around the base, Cressia saw the glitter disappear into the pool around her feet. It was an impressive display of water work. She loved spending hot evenings out here and, knowing it would be her last for at least a month, she wanted to enjoy it. She knew it was going to be difficult to say goodbye, not just to her family, but to this place. This was her first big trip out of Trevilan.

Her mother had later explained that, for her own good, and education, getting out and seeing the world could be an eye-opening experience for the young princess. She may get only a few opportunities to do so in her life. She had been to every corner of Trevilan, one end to another, and sailed its waters many times. But to leave her kingdom like this, so suddenly, for the first time, had caught her completely off guard… and she admitted to herself that she was still coming to terms with it, even the night before departing. To look at her brother Rhys, she would think he was actually looking forward to the trip.

‘Are you excited to go, Rhys?’ Mibby asked, as if reading Cressia’s thoughts.

Her younger sister sat between Roydan and Rhys, had taken off her long white stockings, and now sloshed her legs absently. On the other side of the fountain, Cressia watched them speak, her chin rested in one palm, as she spotted her little sister grip Rhys’ thigh.

‘Oh, sure,’ he said passively, ‘I guess so. Think of everything I’ll learn there.’

They practically had to drag Rhys up out of the lower levels of the castle. He spent most of his time there and often missed meals. Mibby had been bringing them down to him and, if anyone could have convinced him to come out tonight, it was her. Still, he looked happy to be out with them. Even her oldest brother had his feet in the water. Oddly enough, Roydan took little convincing to join them after dinner. He had eaten enough for twice as many at the table and Cressia supposed this was the key to making him more amiable. Naturally, he contributed little to the conversation, but it was nice he had come out.

‘Well, I’m glad,’ Mibby said. ‘At least that makes one of you. Though I suppose, now that Cressia has stopped kicking and screaming, it means she has finally given in?’

‘Watch it,’ Cressia said playfully, ‘I can still kick.’

Mibby raised both hands. ‘Have any of you considered the fact that I’m going to be left here all alone with father… for the next month? Do you realize how much work that’s going to be for me?’

Cressia laughed. She hadn’t thought of that. ‘Oh, good luck, sister,’ she laughed, ‘you know how father gets when he hasn’t been with mother in a few days.’

Mibby blushed and stopped kicking the water around.

Rhys rolled his eyes. ‘Don’t forget,’ he offered, ‘I’ll be riding alone with mother for three weeks to Gristult.’

Now they all laughed, knowing how vigorously Marzanna needed attention during long trips. Poor Rhys, Cressia thought. Mother is going to work him into an early grave.

‘Oh, you’re in trouble! Make sure to drink plenty of water, Rhys,’ she said.

‘You too, sister,’ Mibby said, ‘make sure you’re well hydrated.’

‘Excuse me?’ Cressia stared at Mibby.

‘Heh heh,’ Mibby smirked, ‘who do you think will keep Roydan occupied on the road?’ she smacked Roydan’s arm but there was no sign he felt it. Mibby looked like a toddler next to her giant older brother.

Cressia’s eyes went wide as she looked at her brother, but he didn’t seem to react. After watching him with mother the other night, and him staring at her like that, she wondered the same thing. It was a long road to Sar Sanrosan. Cressia wondered what was going to happen. Luckily, Roydan kept his eyes focused ahead on the fountain. If he heard what she said, his face gave away nothing. Cressia made the sign to hush at Mibby, and her sister only giggled back with both hands over her mouth.

‘At least you won’t be gone too long, Cressia,’ Rhys said, changing the subject, ‘I don’t know when I’ll be back. I know how much this place means to you. I love it too. I don’t really want to go, but I know it’s for the best.’

Cressia had never heard her brother speak like this.

‘And you’ll get to see mommy,’ Mibby said. ‘And Gya. I miss her. I haven’t seen Gya in years.’

‘We’ll come visit!’ Cressia said. ‘We’ll all go see you at the Academy, Rhys. When you’re a great and powerful sorcerer.’

‘Oh, so maybe in a hundred years?’ Rhys scoffed.

‘Sooner than that, I’m sure.’ Cressia said and winked at her brother. He blushed and looked away. She had no real idea of what her parents had planned for her, but looking at Rhys now, on the other side of the fountain, Cressia found him quite handsome. She regretted not playing with him more often, but then, he had never shown that much interest. Rhys was always so involved in his books, in his studies.

‘Just don’t blow anything up!’ Mibby said, ‘I doubt they’ll be as forgiving as mother is around here. Don’t get yourself thrown out before we get a chance to visit.’ She nudged him a little too playfully.

Rhys was caught off guard and dropped his hand in the water, which caused it to splash Mibby right in the face! Surprised and a little shocked, Mibby took this as a first shot and returned fire, cupping her hands in the pool and chucking them at her brother. Soon both were splashing and laughing. Even Roydan was caught by the spray and helped his sister return fire.

Cressia couldn’t help but squeal and then scooted over to help Rhys. She slid beside him and began to splash back at the other two. They kept at it until they were all drenched.

Later, as the sun began to set, the Velcins dried themselves off and hugged each other good night and farewell, knowing that this was the last time the four would all be together for a while.

To be continued…