And Wedding Night

You seat patiently on one of the pews closest to the altar. Together with Eliza, Helga, your mother and step-father. Franz Karl and Francois seat on another. Franz Karl’s children on the pew behind them. All of you look your best for the occassion. There is just one problem. The bride is taking too long to arrive and walk down the aisle.

So where’s Jacqueline?

Simple. She’s still in her dressing room. Once those assigned to prepare her for her big day were dismissed by Alana, the older Queen and Jacqueline began to make-out. They roam each other’s bodies with their hands, squeezing the other’s breasts through their white dresses.

Once Alana felt that her upper lips had had enough attention, she forces Jacqueline on her knees. Alana lifts up her dress and without a word being said, Jacqueline gets to licking up the sweetest tasting thing she’s had the pleasure of knowing having to exist. Alana keeps her pussy fully shaven, knowing Jacqueline loves it so much. Jacqueline smears her red lipstick all over Alana’s flower.

Alana knows they don’t have much time. So much to Jacqueline’s dismay, Alana takes two steps back, removing her lipstick smeared pussy away from Jacqueline’s eager mouth. Alana then wipes Jacqueline’s mouth. It just wouldn’t do if Jacqueline went out there with her mouth all wet with Alana’s nectar. But Alana doesn’t wipe it too much. She wants Louis to take her on Jacqueline’s lips when Louis is to kiss the bride.

Alana wipes Jacqueline’s lipstick from her upper lips but does nothing for her snatch. She gives Jacqueline a small vial containing white fluid and has her hide it in her person before she goes out ahead and finds a seat next to her husband. Jacqueline comes out five minutes later, her red lipstick re-applied.

The ceremony begins and ends. Louis kisses the bride and mentally notes the unfamiliar flavor on Jacqueline’s lips.

Later that night, you head for the room where Alana said you two could fuck without worrying about getting discovered by anyone. You knock on the door and you hear Alana’s voice from the other side saying, “Come in.”

You open the door and find no one. You enter anyway and close the door. You look around and you see, by the bed, not only Queen Alana but also the newly wed Princess Jacqueline. Both are dress in fine silk, no doubt had cost a hefty sum to make.

Alana beams a bright grin at you while Jacqueline smiles nervously and her eyes hint of happiness to see you. “I hope you do not mind, my step-brother but I have opted to join you and my step-mother this night. For you see...,” Alana pulls Jacqueline closer and the younger girl wraps her arms around Alana’s stomach.

“We want our children to share the same father.” Alana finishes.

“What about Louis? Would he be looking for you right now?”

“Do not concern yourself with Louis, young King.” says Alana.

“He is sleeping deeply and will not wake up anytime soon.” Jacqueline had given him a dose of a potent sleeping **** earlier during the celebration.

Alana and Jacqueline each stretch out a hand. “Come, young King. Make love to us and let our wombs carry your children.”