Marcus gets what he wants, then something else distracts him

Marcus bounced fervently on the stiff, amazing cock of one of the twins, the girl moaning and whimpering helplessly underneath him. Meanwhile, he had his lips wrapped around the other's shaft, swallowing the entire length with ease after all the enforced practice he'd just gotten having both his childhood friends shove their dicks in his mouth. Now everything was at his pace though. With just one order, he'd had both twins meekly stay in place, trembling with need as he used them for all he wanted. Which was mostly just riding and sucking cock until he came over and over. Orgasming like a girl, with the shuddering waves of heat searing through his body from his wet, cum-filled pussy, was so much fun he was pretty sure he was addicted to it now.

He squealed in muffled delight around the hot, throbbing dick down his throat as another climax swept over his shuddering, girly body, his pussy clenching round the cock buried to the hilt inside him. He felt that stiff shaft pulse and throb against his flesh, the other twitching against his tongue, and he moaned again as he realized both girls were going to cum inside him yet again, their seemingly endless supply of hot, sticky fluids fueling the magic Mistress had unlocked inside him. Already the song of power simmering in his veins felt like a wild inferno, waiting to be unleashed with only an effortless thought. Why not take even more from them now?

The twin standing over him made a strangled, moaning noise, her hips quivering in place as he sucked eagerly on the head of her cock. Hot, bitter seed sprayed over his tongue and he gulped it down with relish, feeling the warm liquid settle in his already-stuffed belly. He felt like he'd eaten an entire banquet with how much he'd already swallowed. His new pussy was just as full, and when the girl below him spent her own shuddering climax deep inside most of it dribbled out and onto her shuddering pelvis. Marcus gasped in satisfaction as he let the still-hard cock pop free of his trembling lips. More power seared through him, like lightning crackling over his skin. He felt like he could do anything right now!

Marcus lapped up the last few drops of sticky cum from the dick in his mouth, then rose awkwardly up off the floor, his legs trembling. The cock below him slid free of his pussy, and he felt more sticky seed drool out onto his bare thighs, dripping down his legs. It didn't matter much. So far as he could tell, as soon as it got inside him he was able to take the power from it anyway. He smirked to himself as he stood above the limp, twitching body of the beautiful girl, her cock still hard as ever and twitching needily. Should he play more with her and her sister? Or maybe it was time he finally went and turned himself back into a boy like Mistress had wanted? That felt a little boring right now, but he knew he'd have to do it eventually.

As he wondered at that question, his satisfied gaze happened to fall on the figure still standing beside his Father's throne. His Mother, the Queen, naked and frozen there. Still aware of everything, Mistress had said, and worse made horribly sensitive to the slightest touch. The young prince bit his lip, feeling a flicker of sympathy break through the haze of warm satisfaction. It sounded like such an awful thing to do to anyone, and this was his Mother. He found himself wishing Mistress could have been a little ****, maybe, no matter that the Queen had wronged her.

"Stay here." He murmured to the twins, stepping over the one laying on the floor. They nodded obediently, waiting for his word. Marcus shuffled over the floor, ignoring the cum dribbling down his legs from his wet pussy, and the suddenly uncomfortable fullness of his belly. Instead, he stared sadly at his Mother. Suddenly, none of this felt right at all. His Father too...he shuddered in disgust as he remembered that squat, tentacled beast Mistress had made of the King. That wasn't...right. Mistress didn't need to do any of that.

The young prince paused, right in front of his beautiful Mother, his sympathetic stare flickering over her smooth, pale skin. She was so gorgeous, her big, round boobs, her slender waist and wide hips. Even more beautiful than Mistress, really. The young prince paused, gazing into her perfect, frozen face. He could swear he saw pain and raw despair in her dark blue eyes as she gazed silently back at him, her parted lips seeming to scream at him. Marcus shrank back, tears blurring his vision and his heart aching in grief and guilt. This was wrong! So wrong! Why hadn't he realized that until now? How could he have stood by and let this happen to his parents, just because Mistress said so? As if in response to his pain, he felt his magic flare inside him, crackling power tingling down his arms until he felt like his fingertips were sparking.

Mistress shouldn't have done this to his parents, and suddenly he realized he could fix it! His vision seemed to blur as his magic rose inside him, and again he saw the strange, shimmering web woven like black strands over his Mother's frozen body. What Mistress had clearly used to freeze her like this. It seemed so complicated, with strings of power entwined and coiling over each other. Marcus knew his own nascent power wouldn't be capable of anything like this, but...what about destroying it instead? With such a complex design, he suddenly knew as if from nowhere that if just one string was cut the entire piece would fall apart. And that felt like something even he could do even now.

The young prince held out his hand towards his Mother, his trembling fingers just inches from her frozen skin. He closed his eyes, summoning up a picture of that web of magic wrapped around her unwinding, freeing the Queen from Mistress' spell. Like before, his power responded to his wishes, tingling electricity crackling down his arm. Only...something was different now. Instead of simply flowing where he wanted, he felt...resistance. It was like the magic was meeting some kind of solid wall when it tried to unravel Mistress' spells. Marcus bit his lip, concentrating harder and willing the image in his head to sharpen and grow clearer. His heart pounded in his temples, and he felt a throbbing pain behind his eyes as his magic swelled and burned inside him. It didn't matter how difficult this was. He had to all the same. This was to save his Mother, the woman who'd raised and protected him.

The wall he felt in his head seemed to bend, then buckle, and a frantic gasp of relief escaped his lips as his power flowed freely once more. In just moments, he felt the web of magic wrapped around his Mother's frozen body unravel, dissolving into the air like wisps of smoke. He heard a shuddering breath in front of him, and his eyes fluttered open to see his Mother standing there in front of him. She was shivering, taking long gasps of air, and her eyes were wide and haunted. Marcus gazed limply back, feeling drained and exhausted all of a sudden, like the effort of freeing her had taken a lot out of him. He wanted to jump forward and throw his arms around her, but she still looked so shaken and he was worried he'd frighten her.

"Genevive...is that you?" The Queen breathed, her voice hoarse. The young prince stiffened at the mention of his long-lost sister. "No, you're not...you look rather like her, but I can't remember...what happened. It all feels like a dream...or nightmare." She shook her head tiredly, then froze, a look of horror flickering across her face. "The witch..." She gasped, suddenly sounding terrified. "Where is she, girl? Is she still here?"

"Mother, it's me..." Marcus stammered. He'd never seen the Queen look so afraid, and that made him want to run and hide with her somewhere far away. "It's Marcus."

"Marcus?" His Mother's hand darted forward and grabbed him firmly by the shoulder, fingers sinking into his skin. The young prince whimpered at the shock of pain when her nails dug into him enough to hurt. "Where is he, girl? Where is my son? Did she take him? Tell me, right now!"

"I'm him, Mother!" Marcus squealed, wriggling in her grasp. "Mistress...turned me into a girl, but I'm still Marcus!"

"She turned you into a girl?" The Queen paused, her lips trembling. "Marcus?" She gasped, her voice quivering with helpless, frantic relief. "Oh...Marcus, baby! She did this to you?" Suddenly her arms were wrapped around the young prince, and she yanked him forward, squeezing him tight against her naked chest. Marcus gasped as his face was squashed into her big, soft boobs, his slender girly body rubbing against hers. "Oh Marcus..." He heard the Queen whimper above him, her body trembling with hoarse, frantic sobs. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

The young prince felt his own lip start to quiver, tears of relief stinging his eyes. He nuzzled into the Queen's pillowy chest, pressing as much of his bare skin into hers as he could. His Mother was okay...he'd saved her after all! Mistress would understand when she came back, right? For now though, he just enjoyed the welcome feeling of being held so tightly in his Mother's strong arms. Her skin was so smooth and soft on his own, her perfect boobs pressed against his face. Those two gorgeous mounds felt so good he just wanted to nuzzle in deeper and kiss her all over. His cheeks flushed at the thought and he felt a warm tingling between his legs. His pussy was all wet and hot again, his dripping juices joining the dried cum already clinging to his bare thighs. Why not...? A little voice whispered in his head. He had magic now...so he could do what he wanted. Wasn't that what Mistress had tried to teach him?