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Chapter 5
Princess Maymon crept down the secret steps and back into the wizard's chamber.
She had to get to her brother's room as quickly as possible. She knew her mother was there right now. They needed to know what she had overheard from the nurse's room. Her younger sister, Gilly, should also know the news, but the girl was sleeping. It was her night off. Queen Marzanna had offered to take care of Rodmond all by herself tonight.
Maymon had almost forgotten about her plan to finally fuck her brother; about the potion she drank earlier. Her mind was racing so fast with all this new information - The Ambassador from Balmudia was going to sail home after the wedding and they would declare war on Trevilan.
The young princess couldn't believe what she had heard. Yet the more she thought about it the more it made sense. Balmudia was not nearly as rich in natural resources as Trevilan, but they had the stronger military, and had the most to gain through going to war against the plague-torn kingdom.
Strategically, both kingdoms dominated the southern half of the crescent moon shaped continent. A ship could sail from Trevilan to Balmudia in less than three hours, weather permitting.
The plague had, of course, changed everything. Politically and economically, Trevilan had never been more vulnerable. Trade had all but ceased, with only emergency provisions being dead dropped by sea. People were forced to quarantine for weeks to ensure they carried no sign of the pox. If they were contagious, there was little to be done. No cure or treatment had yet to be discovered. Not even the most skilled sorcerers at the Academy in the northern kingdom of Gristult, where Maymon hoped to one day study, had been able to produce a potion to fight it's spread.
The klutzy twenty-year-old fidgeted on her way across the dusty room, trying to adjust her little black dress. It felt so tight on her suddenly. Her nipples were sore, and her breasts felt heavy. Had they gotten bigger? Her cleavage seemed to be overflowing out of her dress.
She shrugged. Hardly a concern at this point. War on the horizon. It couldn't come at a worse time. They might as well open the gates. The truth was Trevilan had always been the weaker of the two, and everyone knew it. Yes, it was rich in natural resources, and the coastal port towns were conveniently located to access the inland capitals of the other kingdoms to the north. But it lacked a strong fighting presence on land or at sea.
Decades of peace will do that to any kingdom.
If one kingdom would control both halves of the southern continent, it would be a powerful foothold over the northern three. Think of the wealth... her mind wandered and think of the effort to maintain such borders. She wondered if the other kingdoms would turn on Balmudia if it conquered Trevilan. Would Risuk, Gristult, and Sar Sanrosan step in and stop Balmudia... or was the plague just the sort of thing that would keep them from making any kind of peacekeeping attempt?
Balmudia had that kind of ambition. To be so bold as to invade another kingdom that had been crippled by a brand-new plague. Trevilan was clearly in no position to try for such a move. How could it ever go on the defensive or offensive now?
Finally, thinking of the next couple of days ahead, Maymon gathered up her shoulder bag of notes and positions, and quickly made for the door. Soon she was on the move up the winding stairs. The trip to Rodmond's tower was longer this way but it was close to midnight, and no one was about.
Maymon knew the only soldiers in this part of the castle would be those posted at the bottom of the stairs to Rodmond's tower. Grunts who formerly reported to the captain of the guard, the recently beheaded Ser Blant. Now they answered only to Queen Marzanna.
Maymon rounded the corner and made her way down the long dark hall to the south tower's entrance. A singly wall torch illuminated the guards. If they heard her approach, they made no sign of it. As Maymon's slippers quietly tapped across the cobbled floor, she saw that they were clearly preoccupied. They were both smiling and actively listening to what was going on only a few flights above them.
Getting closer, she too could hear the faint echoes coming from the top of the tower. From Rodmond's bed chamber. Loud grunts and sharp cries. Moaning. She recognized the voices immediately of course.
'Fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby,' the walls echoed. 'Uggghhh yes, you big fucker... fucking mommy so good! Harder, harder you big-dicked motherfucker! Ohhh Blessed Redeemer... look at what you're doing to mommy! Ohhh fuck, baby, so deep! So fucking deep! Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop...'
The two men suddenly noticed Maymon a few feet in front of them and jumped to attention. They both remembered their queen's words and crossed their spears to bar the princess.
'Errrm... sorry, m 'lady,' one of them stammered, 'n-no one is to go up tonight. Queen's orders.'
She could hardly see their faces, but she knew they were both blushing. 'I am aware of her orders,' Maymon snapped. 'I wouldn't be here... at this hour... were it not of the utmost importance.' She stepped closer and tried to get a better look at them. 'How long have they been going at it?'
'Princess?' one asked.
'Since dusk' the other said.
'I see...' Maymon smiled.
They noticed her eyes, a blazing green which looked wholly unnatural. The princess had appeared as though she were a ghost. A spectre... with otherworldly eyes. It was of course the effects of the potion, a stronger dose of the mixture she had given to Gilly only the night before. That experiment had worked wonderfully. So, she had doubled the dose and intensified the fertility properties.
The potion was in full effect now. The two guards might not have been able to see it, but Maymon was literally vibrating from being so horny. Just the thought of Rodmond, up there with mother right now, had her soaking wet. That she could hear them, Marzanna shrieking and crying out for dear life, Rodmond grunting angrily, was making her weak in the knees. She had to get up there fast. The wet slapping was getting louder, harder. More urgent.
'We... um, have our orders, princess,' one of them said over the echoed cries of lust. 'Your mother... was quite clear.'
A sharp cry from above silenced them again. 'Aghhhh! Yes, baby, right there! Right there! Come on, lover, give it all to mommy! So close! I'm so fucking close! Oh fuck! Oh fuck, baby... harder now! Mommy can take it! Oh Roddy... you're gonna make mommy... Ughhh, fuck! Make mommy... Not again!'
They all stood still, not knowing where to look, listening as their Queen cried out in a mind shattering orgasm.
Maymon couldn't help but notice both men were fully tented. 'How many times is that for her?' she asked.
'Princess?' one asked.
