Amaranthine

The sun streaming through the windows caused Jace Holland to stir, but his bed didn’t quite feel the same as usual. His eyes fluttered open, and he sat up with a groan, his muscles a little tight. He was naked, for some reason. The sheets felt nice though, he wasn’t gonna lie. They felt very fancy.

Reaching his hand up to his face, Jace’s eyes widened as he ran his hand across his face, feeling some facial hair, a short, cropped beard. Whoa.

He also felt a little bigger than usual, less lean and a bit more muscled.

A female murmured sleepily and unintelligibly.

Jace looked beside him and his first thought was about how sexy the blonde laying beside him was, how beautiful and full her bare bosom was, but when his gaze moved to admire her pretty face, he realized with a guilty start that the sexy girl in question was Dana, his twin.

“Big brother…” Dana whined, and Jace was stunned when she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her, pressing her lips to his. Jace’s eyes widened and he hastily tried to pull back, but Dana wouldn’t let him budge.

“Kiss me back.” Dana complained, and she licked Jace’s lips with a playful look.

Jace stared down at his sister in complete shock when the door opened. Jace turned towards the sound and for the first time took in his surroundings. They looked nothing like his bedroom, but instead was a lavish room with stone walls, wooden floors, and rather medieval-fashioned furniture. Everything looked brand new, but was unquestionably old fashioned, and all of Jace’s old furniture and items were nowhere to be found. The room was also much more spacious than his room, he noticed.

A timid looking girl walked in, with long brown hair, light brown skin, and Jace’s mouth fell open when he recognized his best friend Emily Wilkins. The Latina girl looked older than usual, though, maybe she was like twenty? If anything, it made her large breasts a little larger, and she seemed a little taller and her curves looked more graceful than usual.

“Emily! Fuck, what are you…” Jace swore.

“What’s ‘fuck?’” Dana wrinkled her nose, “Making up new words?”

“Huh?” Jace looked back at Dana in confusion but had to almost instantly rip his eyes away from her because he couldn’t keep his eyes off her beautiful and bare large breasts.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Lord Holland, Lady Dana.” Emily said meekly, and Jace was stunned when Dana scoffed.

“As well you should be, interrupting myself and my love?” Dana scowled.

Emily rapidly launched into a flurry of apologies.

“Emily, stop, what are you doing? And why are you dressed like that?” Jace asked, his eyebrows raising. She wore a gray dress that bared some alluring cleavage, and she also wore a white apron tied around her waist.

“Like what, my lord?” Emily asked, confused.

“Are you guys acting or something?” Jace asked, and climbed off of Dana. His cock grazed the inside of her thigh while he did that, and Jace’s eyes widened watching his sister coo happily at that.

“Where are we, anyway?” Jace asked, looking for some clothes.

“Your bedroom in Holland Castle, my lord.” Emily said uncertainly.

“Right. My bedroom in a castle.” Jace laughed, and went to Emily, completely forgetting he was still totally naked.

“Em, stop screwing with me. Where are we, really?” Jace asked.

“I swear, I’m telling you the truth, my lord.” Emily inclined her head deferentially.

“Are you feeling well, brother?” Dana asked worriedly, and Jace turned as his naked sister walked towards him. Fuck, she was so hot.

Seeing her naked like this was making him very erect, to his deep shame.

“Dana, I’m sorry-” Jace tried, but his sister just gave him a flirtatious look.

“What for?” Dana murmured, and she ran her finger lightly along his shaft, making it quiver. Jace groaned as Dana pressed her big tits against his chest.

“Kiss me, my love.” Dana implored.

Jace stepped back, shaking his head furiously.

“Dana, get out.” Jace said firmly. She looked at him with shocked blue-green eyes, but to his surprise, she nodded her head.

“Yes, my lord.” she said, and left.

“Is this a joke, Emily? It’s a poor one if it is.” Jace said angrily, and stalked over to a window, looking out of it. His eyes widened when he saw what lay outside the window. A number of women dressed like Emily were walking hastily through a courtyard, and they were undoubtedly in a castle, which stunned Jace.

He had a view out past the castle walls from this bedroom, too. What lay beyond the castle walls was shocking, a bustling medieval city and not at all Amethyst Shore. This place, Holland Castle, seemed to be set quite high up on a hill overlooking the city. Across the city and set on a higher hill was a vast and distinguished palace, with tall spires and what looked like a lot of gold, but Jace couldn’t see too clearly from this distance.

A knock came at the door, and Emily went to answer it. Jace heard whispered conversation and maybe the word ‘arrived’, but Emily turned away whoever it had been.

“Lord Holland, please, allow me to dress you. It appears your presence is required at the Amaranthine Palace.” Emily said dutifully, and Jace’s eyebrows rose, but a sinking feeling was building in his stomach, which told him this might not be a joke. It’d be an expensive one if it was.

Jace didn’t think even Skylar Wayne would rent out a medieval city for a prank

“Please. I need your help.” Jace said, and opened his mouth to continue, but before he could even get to the next words ‘to understand what’s going on here’, Emily sighed and plunged her hands down into her neckline and pulled out her very large tits, which were bigger than usual. Emily, Jace noticed again, also looked about two years older, and she really did look much prettier because of it, completely disregarding her spectacular tits.

Jace stared in stunned surprise at his best friend’s gorgeous bosom, at how plump and rounded it was, but then she was kneeling and wrapping her tits around Jace’s cock.

“Fuck…” Jace groaned.

“Why do you keep saying that word, my lord? Is it a different language?” Emily asked inquisitively, but Jace paid her words no heed.

It was all he could do to stay standing as his best friend gave him a titjob, something he’d never had before.

“Em…” Jace groaned, and Emily looked up at him uncertainly.

“You’ve never used a nickname for me before, my lord.” Emily said, visibly unsure.

“You… this is amazing.” Jace said weakly, and Emily gave him a small and hesitant yet pleased smile.

“I’m glad you’re liking it, my lord.” Emily murmured, and her submissive tone made Jace’s cock leap.

He didn’t know why she was doing this, or why he hadn’t stopped it yet, but right now, his mind had narrowed his focus down to just the heavenly pillows wrapped around his cock.

“Em, yes…” Jace groaned, and this time, her smile was a little bigger.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it so much this time, my lord. Usually you’re much gruffer and seem less pleased with it.” Emily said, her last sentence rather apologetic.

“How could anyone be less than pleased with this? You’re perfect.” Jace grunted. Emily looked up at him with wide eyes and a faint blush to her cheeks.

Looking back down at his cock, Emily leaned forward and gave his tip an experimental little kiss, then paused and looked up at Jace.

“Fuck, do that again.” Jace groaned.

Emily did, and she looked so pretty with her lips pressing lightly against his tip.

There was a heavy knock on the door, like something other than someone’s hand had knocked on it.

“Lord Holland, your presence has been requested in the Vassal Chamber.” an unfamiliar female voice called through the door.

“Oh, uh… ok, I just need to get dressed.” Jace called back in surprise.

Emily rose to her feet and tucked her tits back into her dress before hastening to throw open the wardrobe.

She huffed, “You made me forget all about the arrival of your future bride, the lovely Princess Rachel of House White. She’s here now, my lord.”