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 feedback!
All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older.
Chapter 5 - GRISTULT
Nestled in the north-west of the vast kingdom, an ancient school of stone stood amidst tall mountains and deep valleys. The morning air is brisk and the forests surrounding the prestigious academy are laden with last night's snow. The days are shorter and the nights colder now that winter has fully set in. This time of year, the place is practically empty, and few students grace the halls or classrooms. In the girl's dormitory, with its drafty fireplaces, frigid walls, and ominous turreted ceilings, one lonely student had to pile many blankets on her bed to fight against the freezing winds and mounting snow outside.
Princess Gya Velcin, barely eighteen, already blossoming into the spitting image of her birth mother, Queen Marzanna Velcin at that age, finds the harsh winters of Gristult part of the adventure away from her home.
Though she had yet to fully adapt to abrupt seasonal changes here, she was slowly getting used to them. Alone for the past two-weeks, with most students gone home for a month-long holiday, Gya languidly stretched in her two-bedroom dorm room, and then shrieked as one of her dainty little feet touched the cold air beyond her duvet.
The young princess was delicate and adorable, with a soft, cherubic face, bright green eyes, a petite nose, and full lips. She had long black hair that was regularly kept in a ponytail. Gya was small for her age, like most of the women of her family, but despite her stature, her bosom had noticeably filled out in the last year, feeling heavier on her taut chest, much to her delight.
She readjusted her naked body under the covers and kept both hands wedged between her legs for warmth. Her roommate Kellia usually jumped into her bed on cold mornings like this. They'd snuggle for warmth and eventually fool around. But she was gone now. Visiting her parents in Risuk.
Gya sighed and made do with her hands.
The young princess of Trevilan had been here at the Academy for the last two years. Normally, a student was only admitted to the school upon passing a rigorous magical aptitude test. Gya took no such exam. Gya was special. At first, she was nothing more than a subject of study among the faculty's more learned magic users. Wizards of repute sought to determine the nature of Gya's unexplained abilities.
Gya had been born with an innate ability to know anything about an object... simply by tasting it.
This bizarre superhuman ability, unprecedented as it was, naturally led to many tests and experiments both in Trevilan and Gristult, where a blindfolded Gya was seemingly able to perfectly identify different foods, their properties, and description, by using her enhanced sense of taste. As a child, she had lacked the vocabulary to fully communicate this knowledge, though her early explanations were profoundly, and inexplicably, accurate. Red peaches from southern Balmudia. Fresh Gamedian grapes from the coast of Sar Sanrosan. A coin brought all the way from the Holy Seat.
As she matured, so too did her abilities, and their accuracy.
Given her extremely unique talents, the school had no choice but to make Gya a full-time student. Her first year, Gya's sense of taste had become so keen she could discern the positive or negative effects food or drink would have on the body, merely by sampling them in her magical mouth. Eventually this graduated into different professors at the school requesting for her to identify the very compounds that made up their tonics and potions.
Soon she even could taste more potent substances from a distance, just by opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue. She could name them, and determine their nature, as if eating them. The fungal studies department had a field day with Gya. She cut through years' worth of mycological information in a mere afternoon of sampling.
However, Gya was still a teenager adjusting to life in a school of other teenagers, especially when she was the youngest to be admitted in many years, came with plenty of challenges. She had a tough time making friends. Other students found her kooky and weird. It helped that she was a princess of Trevilan, whose enormous donations to the school over the years also made a strong case for her early admittance, even beyond her unexplained latent talents. The fact that another member of her prestigious royal family was a professor at the school helped as well.
Sorceress-Queen Maymon Velcin, forty years old and sister-wife of King Rodmond Velcin, was presently the head of, and the leading expert on, sangromancy, the ancient study of blood magic which had, at different times in the continent's history been outlawed in one kingdom or another. For Maymon's part in synthesizing a cure, from her own family's pure bloodline, to end the plague that had ravaged the land twenty years ago, no shortage of praise had been heaped upon her name. The study of sangromancy had since enjoyed renewed interest and study, with Maymon largely at the helm here at the Academy.
Maymon was presently in mourning, burying herself in her work. She had recently returned from a short leave, having given birth to a child last month. She had lost the child. Due to the Velcin family's generations of inbreeding, years and years' worth of mother-son and father-daughter pairings, this had always been a risk. Magic had, for many years, solved the problem of their dangerously recessive genes, to keep the bloodline pure. The recent birth of a daughter by Rodmond and Mizel, who was herself his own daughter with his twin sister, Gilly, without the use of any preventative magic, sparked debate among the Velcins and had them questioning if magic was still even necessary. Given that the youngest Velcin children were all born from the spells and potions Maymon had cast during the plague years, there was reason to believe Mizel's child was no miracle baby. She had deliberately tested this theory by sleeping with her nephew Marcus last year, on his wedding day, and then refrained from using any such spells on herself during the pregnancy.
For Gya, her aunt-mother Maymon seemed to be back to her usual scatter-brained self, pouring over old scrolls and mixing potions willy-nilly. But the princess, young as she was, could still tell the last month had been difficult for May.
Given the skeleton-crew of faculty staff, and less than a dozen students still on the grounds, Gya had to stay busy to occupy her time. Maymon was actively tutoring her sister-niece and three other pupils, older by not so greatly advanced as to outclass Gya. Their subject of course was on the very mysticism of blood magic. As it was now the dead of winter and the school had ceased classes for the semester, in observation of local Gristultian holidays, those who remained had free reign of any unlocked buildings. Girls and boys shared one dormitory now, though separated by floors.
Alone in her room, snuggled up in bed, Gya idly fingered her moist pussy and squeezed one of her hard nipples.
She missed being in class. She was masturbating constantly on her break. At least during class, she had something to occupy her mind. She loved teasing the boys in class. She would routinely let a button or two go undone and give them a fantastic view of her swelling bustline. Now that she had big boobs, she went out of her way to show them off. Any opportunity to showcase her fantastic cleavage.
She wanted to reinvent herself now that she'd grown into her body. She didn't want to be the nerdy little princess anymore. She wanted to get a rise out of the boys. And the men.
