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Chapter 4
It was mid-afternoon and High Priestess Morrigan limped back to the chapel rectory from her meeting with Rodmond.
Her Paige, a sweet-faced youth she had brought with her from the Holy Seminary, approached her immediately upon entering the castle's chapel. The high, vaulted ceiling of the ancient chapel gave every sound an echo which only made the High Priestess more irritated. It looked as though they had the place to themselves, but she had no time for the boy, and hurriedly moved towards her office. He was trying to say this or that, offering to help to his mistress, who was clearly struggling to walk straight.
Morrigan would hear none of it. The only thing she wanted was a long soak in a hot bath and a fresh change of clothes. He kept babbling next to her. She waved him away sternly until finally he relented and departed. She made note of his inability to observe her delicate state. Five demerits.
She'd simply have to sit on his face later. The boy looked like he needed a reminder of how to properly use his tongue with her. And she could definitely use a soothing balm on her raw asshole too. What she really needed was some peace and quiet.
Upon opening the door however Morrigan found Queen Marzanna seated in her chair. The woman didn't even stand to greet her. Framed against the wide-open window and crashing waves beyond, her beautiful sister looked straight out of a painting. The room was otherwise bare besides her cot, a simple wardrobe, one desk, and two chairs.
'Sister,' the High Priestess sighed and straightened. She hoped Marzanna wouldn't notice her compromised state. Alas, the busty queen had been watching her as she walked in. Why hadn't her Paige told her that the queen was in her office? Oh, by the Redeemer, she was absolutely going to enjoy sitting on his face later.
'My dear Morrigan,' the queen said with a smirk, thoroughly inspecting her, 'I tried to warn you this morning, didn't I?' She sat in a regal pose and wore little jewelry beyond her wedding ring. She had on a long green silk dress that left little to the imagination. But that was Marzanna. Her huge tits were barely concealed by the generous plunging neckline that dominated her stomach.
'Hmpf,' Morrigan snorted, 'I seem to recall you hobbling around at that hour as well.' She leaned against the only other free chair in the room.
'True, true,' the queen steepled her fingers and fought back a burst of laughter, 'but then, I suppose I couldn't be sure... he would still be up for it, after last night, of course.'
Morrigan eyed her younger sister. 'Leave it to you to try and tire a man out.'
'Evidently not,' the queen said, watching Morrigan wince as she tried to ease herself down on the plush chair. 'Your blessed bottom, I take it?'
'Where else?'
Marzanna nodded. 'Fair... and how was it?'
'Ughh,' Morrigan sighed, finally sitting, and stretched out her legs from under her skirts. 'Exquisite,' she chuckled.
'Isn't he?' Marzanna now had a hand on her cleavage to stifle the jiggling of her mirth. 'Please, sister. Won't you tell me how it went?'
'Oh my, if you insist,' Morrigan cocked her head, raised an eyebrow, 'after I had finished him with my mouth...'
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Rodmond was on his knees on the council room's great wooden table.
The thing was ancient and had seen countless hard-fought deliberations, lengthy negotiations, and tense debates take place on it over Trevilan's history. Doubtful though if it had ever served as the foundation by which Rodmond now fucked his forty-year-old aunt in the ass.
His surprisingly busty Aunt was in a solid doggy style position, with her long robes and white wimple serving as cushion for her hands and knees.
Presently Rodmond had a hand firmly rested on one of Morrigan's fat ass cheeks, while the other guided the girth of his cock into the horny High Priestess' well-lubed sphincter. The teenager had spent a good amount of time earlier eating both her ass and pussy. He had been diligent with both holes, alternating between them and fingering liberally when his mouth was busy with the other. All done at her enthusiastic behest, of course.
Now it was time to fuck her holy asshole and Rodmond wasn't about to pass up such an opportunity. To think he had spent most of his eighteen years almost completely bed bound, with barely any real action. And now, over only the last two days, he had been getting more sex than he could have ever dreamed of.
The newly crowned king watched as the fat head of his enormous prick slowly stretched open his aunt's puckered asshole and sank inside it.
Morrigan was a chorus of moans and grunts, a steady beat of fists slamming down on the table. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck,' she had done more swearing in the last hour than in the last year. 'Yes, give me more of that big hard prick, stud. Auntie needs all of it up her tight little asshole!'
Despite the pain, she urged him to keep going and give her more. And there was plenty more to give. Rodmond held onto his cock, about halfway down the shaft, and watched as it buckled under the intense pressure of her tight butthole.
It was almost as tight as Gilly's pussy, Rodmond reflect, simply amazing. His sister's tiny form flashed in his mind, fucking him last night. He still couldn't shake those powerful images of her lithe, young body gracefully gyrating on top of him, so fluid and beautiful. It was either through her own horny willpower or the magic bestowed upon her by their sister Maymon's potion, or both, which had allowed Gilly to take a little over half of his awesome length. He hoped it wasn't a dream. It had been an unbelievable sight to behold.
