She needs an apprentice

At last, Mistress let her hand drop from the Queen's body. Staring at his frozen Mother, Marcus was sure he saw tears glistening for a moment in her dark blue eyes, but when he blinked they were gone. Then he looked back at his new goddess and he didn't even remember them anymore. Instead, he watched in awe as she stepped to his Father's throne and sat herself down, her long legs crossing over each other under her slinky black robe. She was so beautiful, it made him very much want to crawl over there and kiss her feet again.

"Yes, this castle will do nicely, I think." She purred. "A new home, a place to conduct my experiments, and so many helpless, unwilling subjects to perform them on. And now you as well, my dear. The key to everything. Come here, closer." She beckoned with a finger. Marcus scrambled over to the throne that had once been his Father's. When his new Goddess pointed to the floor at her feet, he collapsed to his knees, just in front of her long, gorgeous legs. This close to her again, he felt his head go all fuzzy and hot. All he could do was smile and stare eagerly up at her, waiting for more orders. "Have you guessed it yet, why I want you so very much?" Mistress asked, leaning forward to stare down at him with those gorgeous purple eyes.

"No, Mistress." He shook his head slowly, struggling to even think through this loving haze. It still didn't make any sense to him why she would.

"I know I may not look it, dear, but I am old." Mistress explained, her red lips curling into a thin smile. "For a very long time, I have been searching for someone I could pass down all my knowledge to, someone I could trust to help me continue my work. An apprentice, if you will. The moment you were conceived, I knew it could only be you. A mingling of two ancient bloodlines, producing by chance something very special indeed." She reached down toward him and when her hand brushed over his cheek the young prince trembled in delight. It made his whole body throb with longing for more of her touch. Even his dick had gone all hard again, aching between his legs like he'd never felt before. He hoped she didn't mind that too much. "That was why I arranged the fall of your parents' kingdom, then when they were at their most **** offered my assistance in exchange for their unborn child." The goddess continued, her fingers gently rubbing over his skin. "I could have just taken you of course, but at the time I had a flawed belief in subtlety and suggestion over brute ****. That has cost me eighteen years, a mistake most dear. Had I raised you from birth as I planned, you would already be one of the most powerful sorcerers ever to exist. Now, thanks to the vile selfishness of your parents, I must start from scratch."

"I'm sorry, Mistress." Marcus whimpered, his heart trembling at the anger in her voice.

"Don't be, dear." She smiled again, her fingers rubbing at his cheeks. Every slight touch set his skin alight with warmth. He was sniffling now, hot tears of happiness dripping down onto his naked chest. "It wasn't your fault. And rest assured, no matter how much they suffer now the punishment of your Mother and Father is only just beginning." Her gorgeous eyes flickered to the frozen Queen for a moment, glowing with sadistic delight. Marcus hardly noticed, still focused on the amazing feeling of her hand on his cheek. "Losing you for so long was a setback, but I have adjusted my plans accordingly." Mistress glanced back down at him, her lips curling into another beautiful smile. "Were I not to intervene, you would have spent all your life blind and dumb, with no idea of the vast potential hidden away inside you. To guide you to what you truly are, I will perform a certain ritual now that will unlock your gift. Then your training can begin and you will be mine in truth."