A Sapphic Situation

"Do come in, young prince."

The moment Casimir heard that voice, his entire being shuddered; his heart stopped, as his mind hastily recollected today's events in an attempt to make sense of the situation. The voice belonged to the Queen. There were noises coming from the room. Was Catherine trying to kidnap Casimir's wife, as punishment for his defiance? Did she intend to take Velimira hostage to control him? Why would she come for her in person, rather than sending assassins? Thoughts swarmed his head, but nothing seemed right. Nothing made sense.

Some claimed that Queen Catherine practiced some sort of witchcraft in secret beneath her palace, brewing mind-altering potions and invoking unholy powers to curse and dominate her enemies. That she could, by uttering certain words of darkness, bind a man or a woman to her will, to make them do everything she said. Mesmerised by her sorcery, these enslaved men would readily throw themselves to their deaths at her command. Casimir had always dismissed these tales as absurd - exaggerations of her beauty at best, malicious slander at worst. He thought himself a man of reason, after all. Now, however, it seemed that his reason betrayed him. What happened in this room, he could not explain rationally.

Neverthless, he had to press on. Whatever was behind that door, whatever witchcraft Her Majesty concocted, whatever she wanted to do with Velimira, Casimir was ready to face it. Though the prince of Sarmata was a gentleman, and would never even think of hurting a woman, much less a beauty such as Catherine, his wife was the love of his life, and if he had to draw his blade to protect her, then he would do so in a heartbeat.

"Velimira and I have just been talking about you. Isn't that right, my lovely?"

Casimir's jaw dropped as he pushed through the door, his heart beating heavily. The prince was ready for any kind of atrocity. He was ready to fell assassins, thugs, he was ready to treat with the queen's guards, he was even ready for demons or other dark creatures that Catherine, according to legends, was able to summon to do her bidding. There were none. The queen was alone with Velimira.

Naked.

In bed.

Pleasuring one another.

"...Yes... yes. Come, Casimir. Let's do it together, husband. This feels... so good... yes..." - Velimira moaned in joy as Catherine pressed her hands against her ample breasts, gasping for breath, waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Though Casimir clearly recognised her voice, it was quite different in tone - deeper, more seductive, similar to that of the Queen herself. There was no her usual sweetness or loving tenderness that enamored him when he was young - though somehow the dark lust of her voice enticed Casimir even more now. The prince felt an erection growing in his crotch. Though the scene he saw was obscene - two women in an act of sinful passion, violating marital trust - he also couldn't help but get hot at it. As he stared at the two beautiful women writhing in joy, the Prince noticed that Velimira's voice was not the only thing that changed. The princess' curves also somehow grew more outrageous: her breasts seemed heavier, her waist slimmer, her legs longer. Though she had always been beautiful, it seemed to Casimir that her beauty had undergone a transformation - losing its innocence to become more carnal. Devilish. Her brilliant green eyes were somehow paler, as if she was hypnotised, and sprinkled with sparkles of red at times.

Perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him. He did not care. He was sure now: the queen was not what she seemed.

"What did you do to her?!"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just came to the princess, my good friend, to suggest her a position in the Zalessian court, as one of my ladies-in-waiting." - Velimira's soft hands slowly moved down Catherine's bare breasts through her flat stomach closer and closer to her pussy, though the Queen continued to speak regardless. "A lady-in-waiting has to serve and follow her queen, and comfort her when required... ahhhh..." - Catherine moaned as the entranced Velimira inserted her index finger into the Queen's pussy - "The princess agreed, of course, after I... persuaded her a little."

"It is true then. You're a witch!"

"I suppose you could call my experiments that." - the dark queen giggled - "But admit it. You want it, do you not?"

Prince Casimir hesitated to answer. His blood was boiling from the eroticism of the scene already. From the way the two women's bodies entwined. How their arms explored each other's flesh. How they shared one passionate kiss after the other - the Prince wished she kissed him half as passionately - how they licked each other and moaned in joy. The room's atmosphere did not help either. When Casimir first arrived to the palace, he was surprised by the lavishness of the rooms, the great silken beds, the blood-red lanterns that illuminated them, the erotic paintings. Now he realised. Evidently, the queen was using the palace's many chambers for her sexual escapades, and decorated them appropriately, to enflame desire further. To say he did not wish to join in the fun would be a lie. A big lie.

"You said you were a loyal husband. That you could not become my lover, because you loved your wife. Well, dear Velimira, do you object against our... alliance?"

"No, my mistress. I want my husband serve with me at your side. We shall pleasure you greatly together."

"Do you see it now, dear prince? Your wife does not object." - Catherine giggled - "I ask you again. Do you wish to become my... favourite?