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CHAPTER 4

Prince Ga'har, Lord Resplendent, Keeper of the Five Keys and
Master of the Dolphin Palace was showing off.

He was good at it, it came naturally to him and he had almost
sixty five years of practice.  He lived and worked his whole life
for these rare moments, moments when he could unveil his works to
his few equals in the world and have them marvel at the splendor
of his accomplishments.  So when he'd received word this morning
that the fleet had finally arrived, he'd been ready.  He had
soldiers in parade formation at the docks.  Painted elephants to
carry his guests when they'd disembarked, with  charioteers
riding before them to clear the way, streaming colorful streamers
behind their chariots.  Trumpeters and drummers.  Banners of
Kemesh and of Akedish and it's subject lands were unfurled from
all the five towers, cheering citizens lined the streets to watch
them go by.  The Dolphin Palace was decorated with flowers and
works of art from the greatest artisans in Akedish and flocks of
doves were released as they passed it's gates.  The bird's
feathers were colored with dyes, matching the chosen colors of
the Prince's as they entered.  Purple and red for Jeddah, deep
blue for Merkur, green and blue for Zekesh the Admiral.   It
seemed that each great man and his retinue were walking through a
chromatic and glorious explosion as they entered.

Then had come the feasting. Roasted meats and stews.  Collections
of rare fruits.  Soft flat breads with cream and tart berries. 
Vegetables tossed with vinegar and spices.  And during the
feasting there were dancers and musicians and chanters.  An
orator poet, widely accepted as the best in the city, read odes
he had written to each of the princes detailing their lives and
accomplishments.

Finally, as the last of the food was cleared out of the way, the
prince ushered his guests out onto the Whale Balcony, the highest
and largest balcony of the Dolphin Palace, overlooking the whole
city. You could see all the way to the bay and  to the East, the
high mountains of the Ser-Wabat.  As the sun set on this glorious
day, all the citizens of the city lit fires in burn barrels on
roof tops, at Ga'har's order, so that from this vantage point the
whole city seemed to fill with twinkling orange lights.

The Prince and his guests relaxed on divans, watching the sun set
in the west.  The servants were largely gone, the four men were
mostly alone, except for guards at the door who could be summoned
with a shout and a pair of naked children, one male, one female,
both near to their tenth year, who tended trays of cool fruit
wines and dates and grapes.

The children were both possessed of an unearthly beauty.  Pale
skin that clearly saw little sun.  Long, identically cut and
groomed dark hair, styled and decorated with bead work, 
Identical and haunting blue eyes.

"This whole afternoon was impressive, Ga'har," Prince Merkur was
saying, sipping at his wine drink, "But where did you find these
two?  They are so well matched and exquisitely trained."

Prince Ga'har smiled broadly, pleased that the other had noticed.
 "They are one of my greatest accomplishments," he bragged
proudly, "the current result of mixing two multi generational 
breeding lines.  The last three generations have been under my
direct supervision.  I purchased one whole line from a merchant
named Melach almost four decades ago.  I was a young man and the
women quite caught my fancy back then."

"And still do, I'm sure," laughed Prince Jeddah.  Ga'har smiled
and bowed his head in acknowledgment.

"Indeed.  Melach bred for beauty and favored mountain barbarian
stock.  They were all pale and blond with icy blue eyes.  The
eyes were a trait, I noticed, they shared with the Enthressi, the
wild people from the south.  I arranged a purchase of several
Enthressi sisters with documented lineage and bred them with
males from the Melach line.  Then I bred the children with each
other.  These two are a third generation result.  Brother and
sister.  I plan to mate them when the girl flowers.  Their
offspring should be an even more perfect balance of the traits."

"The Enthressi are the tribe of the invader's wife, are they
not?"  Zekesh had mostly been quiet.  He'd also not drunk much,
Ga'har had noticed.  The man was different then the other two. 
Different than Ga'har himself as well.  Zekesh seemed to have
gone feral on the sea, he thought.  Where Merkur and Jeddah had
taken to Ga'har's displays of decadence and pomp with the comfort
of long familiarity, Zekesh had seemed withdrawn, almost sullen
at times.

Now, for the first time, he was paying rapt attention.  He rose
from his divan and paced over to the boy, intensely inspecting
him.  The child stood utterly still and silent, well trained,
quite used to being admired.  "He's got excellent musculature. 
He would make a fine cabin boy.  And could be quite a warrior
someday.  I don't suppose you'd consider selling him?"

"As I said, I wish to mate him to the girl.  I can't very well do
that if he's off getting buggered on one of your boats, now can I
Zekesh?"

"We could arrange visitations."

"And what if he drowns?"

Zekesh shrugged, letting it go.  Ga'har decided to take the offer
as a sort of rude compliment.

"If I may," Merkur said, thoughtfully perking up, "since Zekesh
has mentioned the invader, it would seem a good time to make
mention of the reason for our visit.  How goes the plan Ga'har?"

Of course this wasn't a social call, Ga'har thought sourly.  With
the rich lands of the Loso in the invaders' hands, the rich trade
between Losoria and Kemesh had been suddenly cut off.  Kemesh was
trapped now between hostile empires, with both the west and the
south in the hands of mountain barbarians.  The invader had
changed an old and prosperous balance of power overnight with his
ambitions.

"It goes well," Ga'har said, carefully.  He hadn't planned to
discuss business until tomorrow.  "The bait is primed and has
been sent south.  I have no doubt the invader will intercept it."

"Do you?" asked Zekesh, "It seems to me you are relying quite
heavily on this 'bait.'  With no way to confirm if the Lion has
taken it or not."

"Oh, we'll confirm it.  We'll confirm it when he takes his army
and marches south."

"And if he doesn't?"

"We'll send more bait.  This is a game of patience.  He who
waits. . ."

 Zekesh cut him off.  Ga'har decided he thoroughly disliked this
crude man.  "This WAS a game of patience.  Was.  You've been
working, unsuccessfully, to foment war between Losoria and Nor
for four years now.  Perhaps less of your resources should go to
elephant rides and poet orators and breeding pleasure slaves and
more could be spent on intelligence and strategy."

"Now now," Jeddah broke in before Ga'har could respond to the
egregious insult he'd just been dealt, "let's not be TOO hasty
here.   We're not doubting that you've been doing the best you
can Ga'har.  You've been building contacts and. . .  and making
inroads. . . " Jeddah was a bit drunk, Ga'har noticed, and his
speech was slurring.  Still, he was happy to have an ally in this
discussion.  "You've been accomplishing things and I think your
latest move is pure genius, if it works, but the situation has
changed."

Merkur nodded.  "A huge detachment of the Rohr fleet has sailed
for Pargoa.  One hundred fifty ships. They could carry twenty
thousand men."

Ga'har blinked.  "Pargoa?  Why?"

"I should think that's obvious," said Zekesh, "they're tired of
Pargoan piracy.  The Pargoans have been raiding and slaving their
coastlines for generations.  But now, now Howlee sits on the
throne of Rohl.  The Rohr have conquered Vorhalft and last year
they took Veirstard.  The mountain barbarians have consolidated
their power in the north and now they're looking to secure their
coastline.  The north has changed.  The barbarians aren't just
raiders and pillagers anymore.  They've started actually running
the place."

"So you have to understand our position here Ga'har," said
Merkur.  "Akedish is our foothold here, a civilized, Kemeshite
colony in the south.  You've had unprecedented leeway here as the
only Prince on the continent.  But we already have Rohr to the
west of us and thanks to the invader we've had Rohr to the south
for fifteen years now.  The others are reasonably concerned.  If
we do nothing, if we sit and do not act, we'll have Rohr to the
west and Rohr to the south and Rohr in Pargoa.  As our trading
partners have fallen to the Rohr, it impacts what we have to
trade to the Yevgoni and the Reigars in the east.  And there's
something else that should concern you.  Everywhere the Rohr go,
they do the same thing."

"Free the slaves."  Ga'har nodded.  His hurt feelings had sunk
into a low level dread.  Howlee in the North. Hewlor in the
south.  Howlee's fleet in Pargoa.  The world suddenly seemed
smaller and more compressed, the Dolphin Palace less grand.  It
was built for pleasure, not defense.

"If we go to war with Rohl," Zekesh said, "we'll end up fighting
the Rohr on the ocean.  If I'm going to secure Kemesh for the
future, I need Howlee's fleet fighting Nor in the south.  I'm
afraid that prior to myself taking command, we had sadly let the
fleet deteriorate."

"I thought we had eight hundred ships!"

"We do.  Some of them can't sail.  Many of the older ones are
rotten.  Howlee's fleet is newly built.  If it comes to a ramming
war in the Varshan Gap, the Rohr will obliterate us.  We need
time.  Time to build new ships, to train sailors.  Nor can give
us that time."

"So you expect Pargoa to fall to the Rohr."  It wasn't a
question.

"Pargoa hasn't fought a fleet battle in ten generations.  Their
captains and kings quarrel amongst themselves.  Their ships raid
the coasts for slaves and spoils.  They're untested against
anything like the new Rohr fleet.  I expect Pathra to fall in a
month, Thessalie a month after."

Ga'har stared into his cup, feeling shaken.  Kemesh was a
venerable and noble state.  The idea that it should be in such a
predicament was deeply unsettling.  It was unthinkable that
upstart barbarians from some frozen mountains could pose them
such a threat.  That they had allowed their war resources to fall
into such disrepair.  He'd had no idea.  "The Priest Kings
probably thought the same thing," a little and unwelcome voice in
his head said, "look what happened to them!"

"So, you can imagine," Murker said softly, "what our NEXT big
nightmare scenario is."

Ga'har looked at him, his heart heavy.  "It get's worse?"

"Oh yes.  What if, instead of taking his army and marching south
as you predict, to lay siege to Nor, the invader takes that same
army and marches north?"

Ga'har's eyes widened in alarm and incredulity.  "You mean,
here?"

"Indeed," Zekesh said, a bit of a cruel smile playing at the
corners of his mouth, "What if all of your amateurish attempts to
convince the invader that Nor is a threat instead have only
convinced him that YOU are?"

Ga'har sat up on his divan.  "I must think on this.  I'll need a
whole new policy.  We'll need to build fortifications.  Conscript
more troops."

Zekesh laughed.  "Oh, you needn't concern yourself with that. 
It's why I'm here.  I'm moving my command post to Akedish.  I
brought fifty ships with me.  Another hundred should be here
within a week.  We'll be coordinating with your soldiers to
defend the city.

"And I," Merkur cut in smoothly, "will be consulting with you on
the matters of the plan.  I don't plan to supplant you, don't
worry, you're the one with contacts and the supply lines and the
resources in Neintar and Nor.  The pirates and bandit chieftains
you've been using know and trust you, or at least your
representatives.  We just feel a bit of a more direct and
aggressive approach is more appropriate to the situation."

"I. . . I see."   Ga'har nodded resigned.  "And what of you
Jeddah?  What's your role in all this?"

"Me?" Jeddah grinned.  "I'm here to visit an old friend.  Enjoy
the pleasures of the south.  Ride some elephants, maybe buy some
slave girls.  That sort of thing."

"Of course you are."  Ga'har sighed.  The admiral to take his
troops, the mastermind to usurp control of his spy operations and
the distraction to keep him occupied and out of the way.  The
Princes in Kemeshra had chosen their representatives VERY
precisely.  They'd let him have his own way for so long here in
the south.  He'd been the most free and least interfered with
Prince, a member of an elite who had no kings, and he'd been
allowed for so long to act as if he were a king.  They'd come to
show him the error of his ways.

"Which reminds me," said Jeddah, "let's leave these two schemers
to discuss their plans.  No need for us to dwell on their gloomy
speculations."  He rose from his divan, briefly leaning on it to
steady himself, then extending his hand to Ga'har.  The older man
took it and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.  Jeddah
snapped his fingers at the slave children.  "You two, with us. 
Bring the wine."

Ga'har followed the man, numbly.  They'd planned this whole
conversation out, the three of them.  And they'd just dismissed
him, using Jeddah to do it, so it wouldn't seem a dismissal. 
Watching Jeddah's gait as they reentered the Dolphin Palace,
Ga'har doubted the man was as drunk as he'd seemed out on the
Whale Balcony.

"Now I've brought some slaves with me," Jeddah was saying
jovially as he strolled passed the guards at the door, "I think
you'll love them.  Very exotic, very well trained.  YOU!" Jeddah
accosted a servant at random, "find us a room with privacy and
good lighting and have my staff send Shelkie and Tashe to us."

Soon the two Princes were laid out on another pair of divans
while a pair of slender teenaged girls in bead skirts and silk
veils danced around them, playing small calfskin drums.  Jeddah
had the slave boy continuously refilling Ga'har's glass and his
head was heady with wine.  He could almost forget how this day
had blindsided him and taken him from a master of his own fate to
an inconvenience while other men solved his problems.

The dancing girls had very dark skin and wavy black hair.  They
swayed sensuously around the two men, every move of twitching
hips and bouncing breasts carefully orchestrated to accentuate
ripe womanhood.  He felt overwhelmed, drowsy with wine.  A bit
overheated.   One of the girls stroked a hand down his face as
she danced past, brushing her fingers through his beard.  He
heard Jeddah speaking to the slave boy.

"So, Prince Ga'har plans to breed you to your sister boy?"

"Yes my Prince," the boy answered.  He himself was watching the
slave girls dance and sway with great fascination and Ga'har saw
that the child had quite a little erection protruding from his
groin.  He himself was flaccid.  "I'm old," he thought to
himself, "Old and drunk and being cast aside as useless."

"Has he had you practice?" Jeddah was asking the slave boy.  The
boy nodded.  "He likes me to take her from behind as he watches.
He hopes that I will get her with child as soon as possible."

"You should show me."  The boy nodded and the two children moved
to stand before them.  The sister dropped to her hands and knees,
obediently assuming the breeding position as he himself had had
her trained.  The boy positioned himself behind her, clearly
practiced, sliding his little prepubescent hardon into the
child's pussy and beginning to fuck her, humping fast against her
ass like a rabbit.  Ga'har also saw that beneath the other
Prince's robe, his cock was having no troubles with the wine. 
Jeddah motioned to one of the slave girls and she knelt beside
him, opening his robe and taking his cock into her mouth as he
watched the slave children fuck.  Ga'har felt disoriented and a
little nauseous.  But ego and appearances demanded things of him
and when the other slave girl knelt beside him and began to
massage and suck his flaccid penis, he moaned appreciatively. 
He'd seen the siblings before him fuck many times, maybe that
explained why he felt indifferent and dizzy.  Usually, even drunk
watching that could get a rise out of him.

He heard Jeddah laughing.  "I do believe the old man is going to
pass out!" Jeddah was telling the slave girl felating him, "too
much wine perhaps."  Ga'har's cock remained flaccid.  The other
girl was working it anyway, holding it in her mouth, stroking it
with her tongue, gently cupping his balls in her hand.  The
little girl getting fucked in front of them was squealing and
moaning as her brother pounded her.  She was watching the slave
girl suck Jeddah and her little mouth was hanging open, her
breath coming in fast pants.  Ga'har could see her brother's
slender, hairless cock hammering into her over and over as his
belly slapped against her buttocks repetitively and hypnotically.


In the other divan, Jeddah was staring hard at the children as he
ejaculated into his slave girl's mouth, groaning as she bobbed
her head up and down on his erection.  Ga'har felt his
consciousness slip away.  The darkness rose around him.  He
dreamed of Jeddah laughing at him.







































CHAPTER 5

In the house of the king, in the grand palace of Nientar,
Princess Alaera was watching her mother and father through crack
between stones.

She was secreted away, in a hiding place that her mother had
revealed to her the night before, the truncation of a short
passageway she'd had to crawl through, starting from behind a
loose stone in the servant's hallway, ending in a surprisingly
roomy space, with enough room for her to kneel and lean forward
to see and hear the goings on in her parent's chamber.

She would have expected such a space to be nasty and dusty, full
of spiders and dirt.  But it was in fact clean, dusted and
maintained and showed signs of common use.  She wondered who made
it a common enough habit to spy upon the rulers of Losoria in
their own bedchamber regularly enough to maintain this corridor.
Clearly, whoever it was, her mother knew of it.

Earlier that day, she'd watched her father return home in a storm
cloud of dust, thousands of soldiers on foot and horseback
stirring up the dry plain to the north west of the city until
only the cloud and the distant rumble was indication of their
coming.

She'd sat on cushions beside her mother on a stone tower top,
shaded from the heat of the sun by a canopy of graceful poles and
linens and palm fronds.  The pair were flanked by hand maidens
and Rohr soldiers and warriors of the Enthressi maiden guard,
fanned with fans made of peacock feathers and served drinks of
cool grapefruit liquor.  They'd watched for the three hours it
took her father's army to cross the plain, pass the city gates
and parade his weary troops along the grand avenue to the palace
gates.

She'd always loved seeing her father, handsome and strong and
glorious in his armor, return home from the field.  When she was
small, he would stride through the palace gates, take off his
helm and sweep her up into his arms, carrying her through the
palace and smothering her in kisses, his beard tickling her face
until she giggled and tugged on it.  He would balance her on his
shoulders as they entered the great hall, toss her into the air
as his various advisers competed to gain his attention for
matters of state or defense.  He would interrupt them sometimes
to ask her what she thought of their counsel, laughing at her
childish answers before sending her off to play or rocking her to
sleep in his arms.

And yet, somehow, all that childish excitement and youthful
exuberance of her past paled in comparison to how she was feeling
now.  Her mother's lessons had awoken something in her, a deep
and constant hunger, an ache born of her mother's stories of
lovemaking, of her own conception.  She thought of the cocks that
her mother had shown her, all boys close to her own age.  She'd
not had one in her pussy, a princess (much less THE Princess)
couldn't just fuck boys whenever she wanted.  What if one got her
with child?  But she could touch and suck them, stroke them with
her finger tips.  But the cocks of the boys were small she knew,
barely hairy and they all came so quickly.  From her mother's
tales, often told while she had her own fingers rubbing away at
her little clit, she knew her father was different.  She ached to
see for herself, find out the secrets of his manhood.

Now, kneeling in the narrow space behind the wall, she was about
to see.  Her body was shaking with the thrill of it, her little
fuzzy cunt was creaming away between her legs, wet as she'd ever
felt it.

Her father entered the chamber and began to strip his armor off,
untieing the tight knots in the leather chord that held it on. 
Her mother appeared from behind him, the light green gown she'd
worn to greet her husband left in a puddle on the floor with the
loosening of a single strap.  Naked except for her sandles, her
mother pushed her ample breasts against her fathers back, her own
fingers beginning to tug at the knots that held his armor on. 
"Let me help you, my love."

The King grunted, allowing her to untie him.  His eyes were
distant, Alaera realized and his face looked troubled.  That was
a little shocking.  She'd rarely seen her father look troubled.

"Oh beloved," her mother said, working the fastenings of his
breastplate loose.  Her father caught the heavy piece of bronze
in his strong hands and set it aside, leaning it up against the
wall.  "What?"

"I could ask you," her mother said soothingly.  "Something
clearly weighs on you.  Tell me?"

Her father sat in a chair began to tug off his heavy riding
boots, releasing small puffs of road dust.  "It's nothing,
beloved," he said, "just Kemesh.  We found more Kemeshite
weapons.  And slave women, taken from the north, being sent south
as gifts to Nor."

"Indeed?"  Her mother pulled off the King's skirt, so that he sat
naked.  Alaera's breath caught as she took in her father's nude
body, muscled, scarred in places, his chest and crotch covered in
the same thick golden hair that spilled down his shoulders. 
Alaera watched the Queen begin to play with the King's cock, as
she'd watched her mother do to the several boys who had been part
of the Queen's lessons.  Alaera was actually a little
disappointed.  Her father looked tired and worried, not
aggressive and horny as she'd expected him to come home.  She had
been hoping it would be like one of the Queen's stories, the
one's where he'd been so eager he'd torn her mother's clothes
(how the Queen had learned it was best to disrobe herself before
he got to it) and buried his cock in the woman as fast as he
could.  Instead, he seemed distracted.  His cock wasn't even
growing as the Queen played with it.

The Queen laughed then, and Alaera remembered that some of her
mother's stories were like this too.  "You fear Kemesh is forging
an alliance with Nor?" her mother asked, kneeling at her father's
feet, gazing up at him, seeking to curry favor with your last
rival in the south?"

The King nodded.  "I'm troubled by the implications.  If Kemesh
attacks from the north and Nor sends their fleet from the south
to take the Loso, we could loose the mouth of the river before
Howlee could send his ships to aid us.  Nor cannot match our land
army, but Kemesh could.  They could even bring in soldiers from
one of their trade alliances in the east.  We could end up
fighting elephants."

"Perhaps you could march north?  Sack Akedish before Kemesh can
make a move.  Deny them a friendly port and they'll have to come
at us by sea, where Howlee can crush them."

"And if I do, and Nor put's their navy to sea?  Nor could sail up
the Loso and be in Neintar before word could even reach the army
at Akedish."

"And yet if you march south and take Nor, then Kemesh remains a
threat.  How ready is Kemesh to move against us directly?"

"We don't know."

"Hmm, I' guess we'll have to find out before you can formulate a
strategy then."  Her mother had been playing with her father's
cock throughout the conversation and it was finally semi-erect in
her hands and Alaera was stunned by it's size.  Her father's
penis was massive compared to the boys she had played with.  The
Queen bent her head and sucked it, taking it in her mouth,
bobbing her head up and down on it several times.  The Queen's
eyes widened and lifted her head from the cock, stroking it with
her fingers.   "You've had another woman recently."

It wasn't a question, nor an accusation.  The Queen just sounded
amused.  Her husband didn't deny it.  "Two," he confessed, "Two
of the women we freed from slavers.  Sisters.  Twins actually. 
I'm thinking of taking them as concubines."

"Concubines?" the Queen, smiled, but looked surprised.  Alaera
drew in a deep breath.  Her mother's hand looked tiny next to her
father's cock as the woman continued to stroke her husband. 
Alaera's little twelve year old pussy creamed harder as she
stared at it. "They must be very special girls.  You've never
taken concubines before."  She giggled.  "I've always been enough
for you.  Twins you say?"

The Queen looked over in the peephole's direction and winked. 
Alaera bit her lip. The King was nodding and moaning as his wife
resumed sucking his cock.  Alaera started to rub herself, her
fingertips gathering up her girlish moisture and spreading it on
her clit.  She tried not to make a sound as she pleasured herself
while watching her mother pleasure her father.

The King grunted as the Queen sucked him.  "They've been. . .
trained as. . . courtesans.  I thought they might make good
companions for Alaera, actually."

The Queen stopped sucking, but continued jerking her husband's
prick.  "Companion's for Alaera?  They're of an age with our
daughter?"

"A bit older."

"So, you would make concubines of your own daughter's companions?
 What would your Rohr honor think of this?"

"Honor's got. . . nothing to do with it."

"Or perhaps our Enthressi ways are rubbing off on you.  Which
reminds me.  Your daughter's flowered.  I've begun instructing
her in the ways of Maesha."

"What!?"  The King was suddenly standing, towering over his wife
where she knelt on the ground.  His huge cock was bobbing, erect
in the air.  He looked angry as he glowered down at his wife. 
"What have you done to our daughter!?"

The Queen smiled up at him coylee.  Alaera could see that she'd
adjusted her legs slightly so that looking down at her as he was
the King couldn't help but see the Queen's wet pussy, drooling
and hungry for him.  Maesha's magic.  The power to distract men
and beguile them.  "Nothing my mother didn't do to me.  You've
never complained about my education."

The King, Alaera saw, was not easily diverted.  "Woman!" he
bellowed, "Alaera doesn't need to learn your ways.  She's just a
little girl!  A child!"

The Queen ran her hands up the King's leg, cupping his balls.  She 
seemed small on the floor before him, and defenseless, like a lamb 
before a shepherd.  "Our daughter has a woman's body now.  Her body 
wants things.  She needs to know about the magic awakening in her, 
the power of Maesha.  She needs to learn to control it or it will 
control her, or be used to control her.  I'm only seeking to give 
her the power that is her birth right."

The King's cock was still hard, but so was his voice.  Alaera was
actually a bit frightened and stopped her rubbing on her cunt to
watch.  "Woman, I'm only going to tell you this once!  I won't
have our daughter learning Maesha's ways.  She's only twelve
years old.  She's not even old enough to be married."

"And in three or four years when she is?  You're going to use her
to bind your family to one of the Loso lords so that your house
will be a union of all three nations.  I imagine Tevalrevanra or
Duhkalanvi.  What if she has her own ideas?  I was determined to
pick my own husband and I got you."

"And with me the lands of the Loso."

"Quite.  Give your daughter credit.  Her own choice may yet bring
our house more power.  But if you send her to a husband of
political convenience, don't you want her to be prepared to speak
for you in his household?  To make herself. . . necessary to him?
 You cannot deny that Maesha's power will give her that."

"She's our little girl!"

"Well let me tell you," the Queen continued, her tone hushed and
seductive, "our little girl has taken to Maesha's teachings like
a terrapin to water.  She thrives on the magic.  It burns inside
her."

"You'll have all kinds of things inside her, if you have your
way."

"Such words!" the Queen pretended to look shocked.  She had
coiled herself about the King's leg and was still staring up at
him.  His hands were in her long, black hair and hers were still
fondling his cock and balls.  Alaera could see her mother was
humping her pussy against her father's ankle and knew the King
could feel it, hot and wet against his skin.  Of her own accord,
her fingers resumed their rubbing.   "You know what she wants
inside her more than anything?  You.  Her father.  Her beloved
papa.  She wants this giant, beautiful cock to be her first.  Her
pussy is wet, wanting you, hungry for you.  I've seen it.  You
should see it.  Her little cunt, barely dusted with it's first
hair, only just out of it's second flowering now.  Getting wet
when she talks about you.  She rubs it, when I tell her stories
about how you fuck me, and she cums so hard!"

"I. Can't. Believe. What. I'm. Hearing." the King said. But his
tone now was fascinated, almost hypnotized.  "The gods would
punish, harshly, any man who violated his own daughter as you
suggest.  And that you'd suggest that. . . about Alaera?  I aught
to kill you where you sit, harlot."

"Your cock doesn't seem to object," the Queen said.  She rose and
pushed the King down into the chair.  "And neither will the gods.
 Maesha protects her priestesses.  And your daughter is a
priestess.  Such things are not uncommon among the Enthressi you
know.  King Ahenrin who lead us across the mountains took his own
daughter as a second wife and she bore him a son and daughter who
married each other.  The son was Ahendehal the Guardian and his
sister/wife was Ahlendrel, one of the most powerful priestesses
of Maesha who ever lived.  Her name means Sun Fire, as Alaera's
means Sunlit."

"I'll not take my own daughter as a second wife!  I cannot
believe you would even suggest such perversion."

"You don't need to.  You'll always be her papa.  Her papa who she
loves.  And wants to fuck her.  She wants you to take this big
hard spear between your legs and fuck it into her tight, wet
little young cunt.  I know she does.  She's told me."

The Queen turned away from the King, and began to settle onto
him, so she was sitting on his lap.  Alaera realized what her mother
had done then.  In the midst of his rage, his very fundamental
sexual mores being challenged in a way he found so perverse,
Alaera's mother had maneuvered the King into a position where he
could fuck her while Alaera could have the best view.  She
clearly saw the head of her father's cock part her mother's cunt
lips and slip inside.  A rise and fall of the hips, a push of her
mother's body and her father was fully embedded, her mother
sitting on his lap, legs spread and impaled where Alaera could
see ever detail of the penetration.  It was exquisite and amazing
and the little twelve year old jammed her own fingers hard into
her young cunt.  She had never seen anything so arousing in her
life.  She felt the power of her arousal, the full force of
Maesha's magic, crash over her with an adolescent urgency and
need.  She began masturbating as hard as she could, watching her
parents fuck.

"Imagine," her mother was saying, "Imagine I'm Alaera.  I'm our
little daughter, and I'm sitting on my papa's lap with his big
hard cock buried deep in my hot little pussy. I'm bouncing on
you, so you can feel the walls of my cunt squeezing your cock so
hard with each stroke.  I want your cum.  I want the same seed
that planted me in my own mother's womb deep inside me.  It would
be dangerous.  I've flowered and you might get me with child. 
But I don't care.  I just want to feel this hard cock deep inside
me.  Exploding in me.  Flooding me with your cum."

She reached back and pulled the King's hands to her breasts.  He
began to kneed and squeeze them, pinching the nipples and pulling
on them hard, causing the Queen to moan and gasp.  Alaera,
masturbating frantically in her little hiding space, saw her
mother's legs flex and toes curl.  Her pussy lips were distended
around the King's cock and her clit looked huge and wet,
protruding from her curly dark bush.

"Imagine I'm Alaera," the Queen continued, and that Ameillee,
your wife and Queen and mother of the child is watching you fuck
me.  I'm over there, on the stool perhaps, with your new
concubines, your liberated twin slave girls, barely older than
our daughter, kneeling between my legs, pleasuring me with their
little tongues.  I'm watching you fuck Alaera.  Encouraging you.
'Fuck her,' I tell you, 'Fuck her hard! Give her what she wants,
her papa's hard cock.  Fill her with the same seed you filled me
with to make her.'  The twins have their asses to you, and you
can see their little cunts drooling as they pleasure me."

The King was moaning now, thrusting up to meat his wife's downward 
bounces.  Alaera's clit rolled under her fingers, slick with her own 
juices.  She stared intently and the junction of her parent's
interlocking genitals, imaging it was her own little pussy bouncing
frantically on her father's prick.  Could she take it?  It seemed
so large.

The King suddenly let out a groan, clearly unable to contain
himself.  He rammed his cock hard into his wife and Alaera could
see a sudden white froth leaking around her mother's pussy lips.
She knew her father was cumming inside her mother, squirting his
thick, sticky cum.  She felt her own orgasm crash over her quite
suddenly, triggered by her mother's hot words and by seeing her
father's cum in her mother's creamy pussy.  She bit down on her
lip hard to keep from making a sound.  "Control Maesha's magic,"
she heard her mother's voice say in her mind, "You're in control,
not the magic.  The magic works for you, you don't serve it." 
The body strained and shook as pulses of pleasure radiated from
her groin through her entire body.  But she didn't make a sound,
remaining in control.  She let the intense, overwhelming waves of
pleasure roll over her.  When she opened her eyes her mother had
pulled off of her father and was sitting in his lap, her well
fucked pussy leaking their combined juices all over his legs.  He
still looked disturbed, but the Queen was stroking his cheek and
giving him soft little kisses on his face.  Alaera decided she'd
seen enough.  Perhaps a little too much.  She turned and crawled
out of the hiding space.

As she ducked out into the servant's corridor and ran back to her
chambers, one though consumed her.  She'd wanted her father
before, but after what she'd just seen, she felt she had to have
him.  "Maesha," she prayed to herself, "Goddess of the Well of
Joy, mother of women, holder of the secret magic.  I'll give you
what ever you want.  Just let me have him!"