Finding Out Your Cock is a Magic Wand. Sorta.

Sleep overtook you before you could even fight it, the immensity of your situation coupling with the physical exhaustion of battle... And partying... And fucking. Mostly fucking. You saw the light radiating from between you and Lydia and saw the way the girl smiled, saw the sparkle in her eyes, before you rolled off of her.

When you awake, Elaina is laying on one side of you, still clothed, pressed into your naked body, and Lydia on the other, naked as the day she was born and smiling so wide that you can't believe her face hasn't sheered in half. The light is gone. You look down, noticing the ever so slight protrusion of her stomach, before reaching a hand down to feel it. The girl squirms, giggles in her sleep, and continues to smile.

This, of course, wakes up Elaina.

"Prince Studley." She says and laughs. One of her hands explores your torso from collar to abs. There is something enjoyable about it, but also alien and wrong, and so you sit up.

"What time is it?" You ask. She continues to smile.

"Dawn approaches." She says.

You ****, jumping out of the bed and standing next to her stark naked, your morning erection waving in her face. She only smiles and reaches a hand out to stroke it. You jump away in surprise.

"Fuck, I gotta get home!" You declare, exasperated hands flying up. "My parents will be worried sick, and..."

Her hand finds your cock again, giving it another stroke before her tongue licks over the head, its edges, across the hole. She looks up at you. You fall silent.

"I thought that'd make you be quiet." She says, rising. "Weren't you paying attention to what I told you last night? Magic? Another world? I don't know where you came from? Let the magic do its job and enjoy yourself."

Your heart thumps, maybe harder than it did the previous evening when you crawled into bed with Lydia. You feel dizzy as she starts going over it again. Then she points at Lydia, who is still asleep.

"There's your proof." She says, one hand coming to rest on the tiny little bulge of your lover's tummy. "New life, a new future for Tirel."

"I don't understand why any other man couldn't have done the same.". You say.

"Are you complaining about your sudden boosted virility too?" She asks.

"Well, no...."

Elaina smiles. Her hand lingers on your cock again, only for a second, and she bites her lip. Lydia is awake now, smiling, stroking her belly on the bed. She absent mindedly combs her fingers through her sandy hair, trying to get it back under control before she starts dressing. Elaina urges you to do the same.

She continues to talk, going over everything one more time. Tirel, it seems, has had a stroke of bad luck lasting over one hundred years. They have been conquered, and conquered, and conquered, going from one war to another, one ruler to another, until their seclusion and male attrition through warfare has left the houses in danger of inbreeding to keep the lineage of the country alive. The men have suffered the worse, and after you (yes, you! Shame on you!) declared war and rode on the kingdom there simply aren't enough young men left to do everything that the realm requires to keep functioning. Monsters are rampant, carting young girls off for reproduction and eating what few good men are left, and the kingdom is one, maybe, if they're lucky, two summers away from starvation.

New blood is needed. New babies are needed. A conquerer with a brain is needed.

And somehow that's you.

"Holy fuck..." You say. Elaina grins.

"Holy fuck indeed, your holiness."

You're pulling on your regalia over top of the same tunic you wore in yesterday while she explains to you that the court is decimated. New appointments are required for the government to begin functioning anew since, you know, you kind of conquered the kingdom yesterday and the old appointees are now jobless and, most likely, untrustworthy.

"That's alright, however." Elaina says. She takes your arm in hers and leads you out of bed chamber, leaving Lydia alone inside while you take a walk. It is apparent immediately that most of the castle staff is female, as the halls are lined with women, all gawking, all smiling, some red, no one offended. "Don't mind them, they wish they were me."

"We didn't even do anything." You say.

"I know. And we won't, either, until we are wed. There's a due process to such a thing if you're going to plant a rose in my garden, after all."

You're not sure what to say to that.

"Anyway, I have multiple appointees in mind for the main positions. Hand. Steward. Chamerberlain. Marshall. Once we have appointed these positions, they will fill the rest themselves. We'll hold a small council meeting on the morrow, and then can set about an immediate strategy to begin building our strength."

"And what about uh... Erm... My 'father'?" You make quotation marks in the air.

"He'll send aid I'm sure once you show that you are capable of running Tirel without him. _We _are capable."

It strikes you that she said something about marriage mere moments before and you seem to have forgotten it.

You're stunned to find that your father has already departed, heading back to (whatever Kingdom it was you hailed from again) with the entire host of your army, leaving you alone in the hands of the conquered. This seems... Stupid. Asinine. Like you're asking, begging to be assassinated.

This feeling leaves you when you realize that the majority of the people gathered in the court, peasants and nobles alike, are female, and most of them are ogling you like... Well, the same way you've ogled some of them. With lust. And want. And neeeed.

Elaina shows you to your throne, and you sit down, and then she begins bringing in her recommendations for each of the positions she described, one after another, for your approval...