Breakfast and Questions

Myrce was horny again.

She couldn't help to. Having her ass filled with her mommy's cock made her feel full, it made her feel secure and sexy and reminded her that she was her best lover, her favorite amongst her growing harem, a position she had won with devotion and spit. But now her ass was empty, and that brought to her a feeling of sadness. When she and Lunnara sat down at the table to accompany the King and Queen, Myrce paid almost no mind to the food, as abundant and tasteful as it was. She quickly found herself unconsciously doing little girly jumps over the chair, to evoke the feeling of being fucked again. Lunnara's hand went to her crotch and **** her to stop with a harsh claw.

"You better behave, you little slut." Whispered the sorceress. "We still need to maintain some discretion, for a few days at least."

"I'm sorry, mommy."

"Eat your foot and be grateful for it." She said out loud, sounding like a common mother to the others.

They all ate in relative silence until the King stood up. "I'm sorry, my dear love." He said looking at the young queen. "I have to attend some matters of important that I don't want to trouble you with: our priest died during night and I have to make some preparations."

"Such a dark duty, my lord."

"We don't have reason to believe that he suffered. We will need to appoint a successor soon, would you be willing to assist me in that decision?" He asked with adoring eyes.

"Of course!" Queen Karla show maybe a little to much enthusiasm. A few days ago she was completely powerless, now his King was the one asking for his counsel and that made her shine with happiness.

"Well... I guess our little trick worked, seeing how she looks at you" Said Lunnara to Karla, once the women were alone, speaking in a cute gossiping tone.

"I must say...It may have work too well." Karla was so cute when she blushed and Myrce could not help but to imagine the expressions she would make when being fucked. Soon, my mommy will have you too.

"Oh, I know that feeling." Said a smiling Lunnara "A man in love can certainly be ...vigorous. If your legs are sore, I have remedies for that."

"lady Lunnara!" Said Karla, half laughing half blushing. "My legs are ok... the soreness is..." the Queen's cheeks turned a deep red, and she didn't finish the sentence. She looked to Myrce with apprehension, realising she was speaking in front of what she believed to be an innocent girl. "I must say that I did not expect the king to be this... gentle? I never thought that I would say that word when speaking about my lord Dorian... gods, I have call her my Dorian now... He seems to be a man not totally fitting of his dreadful reputation."

"Well, you see... the gift of love is not exactly the only effect of the potion..." Said Lunnara.

"What do you mean?" Asked a curious Karla.

"Love is a curious need and, by definition, a two way exchange. The potion sets in the man's mind the need to love the woman, but it also sets the need to be loved."

"I... don't follow."

"It means that it will slowly change the King to be more closer to your... taste."

"You mean... He turned a **** man just because that's what I would like?"

"It's not as simple... but yes, that would be a way to say it." Another way to say it was that Lunnara was slowly changing the King by herself, to make the royal bond stronger and to make Karla as dependant of him as he was of her, and she wanted the queen to tell her preferences. "The process is slow, but it would happen faster and better if you focus your mind in it."

"How do I do that?" Said a highly curious Karla.

Lunnara smiled wickedly. "If you have a clear image of what you want, the magic of the potion will be quicker to assimilate that idea, because all magic is born from the will of the mind." That last part was complete bullshit, but Lunnara said it anyway. "Ask yourself this, my dearest queen: How would you like your ideal King to be?"

Karla's eyes seemed to fade away, and she spoke with a dreamy tone "My ideal king..." She said.