But what about Anya's army?

Anya lay on the ground, shocked.

"You bit me!" she murmured. "I love you, Cathan! But I see that mother got to you first! Fucking whore wanted you as much as I did! I'll have her head!"

"You're wrong, Anya, mother is no closer than you are." Cathan muttered.

"You've not won yet, little brother! My forces are still far greater than yours!"

"In canon, that would have been true but after you left, I knew you'd be back, so I trained an elite guard!"

"Elite guard!?"

Just then the guard captain rushed in.

"Prince Cathan, we have defeated the enemy forces!" he reported.

"Good work." Cathan said.

The guards surrounded Anya.

"Drop your sword." Cathan commanded.

Defeated, Anya threw her sword to the ground.

"Now take off your clothes." he continued.

Staring back at her brother, Anya reached behind herself and started undoing the clasps of her armour. Her steel breastplate came first. She dropped it, letting it fall to the floor with a loud crash. She fumbled with the straps on her belt. Soon the steel plates lay in a heap beside her, along with her belt and sword. All she had left was a thin tunic.

"All of them." Cathan commanded.

Anya's hands went to the hem of her tunic and Cathan watched as she rolled it up over her hips and pulled it over her head before dropping it over her discarded armour.

Her body was quite toned, though Cathan knew it wouldn't stay that way for long, and her breasts were flat. Between her muscled thighed, her pussy was really wet, trails of liquid dripping down her legs.

As the prince thought about how he would further humiliate his sister, he felt his dick getting harder.

Cathan's penis was originally only three inches but after remembering his previous life, he used magic to increase the size to ten inches.

Standing naked in front of her younger brother, Anya blushed, covering herself with her arms.

"Move your arms," Cathan ordered. "Everyone will see soon enough."

Anya slowly placed her arms by her sides. Cathan's eyes drifted over her naked body.

"I know you always fantasied about making me yours," Cathan said. "Well, I'm going to make you mine. Send Princess Anya to the dungeon. Her fate will be decided in the morning."

Cathan walked with the guards as they marched the naked princess to the dungeon.