On the way to Dorian's Keep

Once she finished cumming in her ass, Myrce remained on the floor, spreading her cheeks with proud fingers, humming her happy song. A little whistle at the end of that song was all she needed to indicate her mother that it was her turn to get on her knees and lick her little pucker clean. Malape was quick to obey.

Lunnara got closer to the royal duo: A haughty and idealistic Karla with her proud mane of auburn locks and a meek and scared Marian with her hair still drenched in dried cum. The soldiers waited in formation around them, wearing their armors and seemingly incapable of any form of indiscipline. "I hope the milk was up for your tastes, my dear princess."

"It surely was... tasty, lady Pendragon." Said Karla, unconsciously licking her own lips at the mention of the milk. "I would love to enlist your services, wise Lunnara. Would you accompany us on the journey to King Dorian's keep?"

"I know nothing of keeps nor kings, noble one. I don't think one as low as me would fit there."

"Nonsense, your words are wise and true, as it is your heart. Those are the values that my kingdom will have. If I aspire to be a wise queen, I shall surround myself with wise people. One such as you will always be welcomed, as it is your daughter and your... cows." She salivated at the last words.

The inside of the carriage had now the double of occupants, now that Lunnara and Myrce had joined the princess as her new adviser and servant respectively. The four woman shared the tiny interior. Both Malape and Nameria walked behind them, outside of the carriage, on foot and naked, as cows travel.

Now that they were actually getting closer to their destination, the soon-to-be-queen Karla lost some of her confidence, and her somber demeanour returned. Do not be sad, wise princess. FUN is coming to your kingdom, even if it will not be exactly yours."Is this Dorian as cruel as they say?" Asked Lunnara, feinting ignorance and concern.

"Cruelty would be indeed a world fitting for him." Said Marian on behalf of her lady, still uncomfortable and wary around Lunnara, even after she had graciously cleaned her hair of cum with a simple spell. "He is renown for her habit of not taking prisoners in battle and executing and torturing his rivals by his own hand. They say he enjoys such things."

"He also has... other kind of rumours about him." Said Karla in a soft tone. "I have maintained my virginity and virtue for marriage, but I'm sure he hasn't... I have accepted that."

Lunnara was far from impressed of such deeds, but her voice sounded concerned. "Such terrible things. How can the children of man be so misguided?"

Marian looked at her with an annoyed look. "Why do you even care?"

"Marian!" Said Karla. "Mind your manners."

"I apologise, your grace." said Marian quickly, shame in her tone but not in her eyes.

"It is not me you own an apology to."

"I'm sorry... lady Pendragon." Marian's teeth were clenched in a show of barely contained rage.

"Illiria may not be a proper kingdom anymore, but we will surely behave as one." Said Karla, recovering that royal demeanour that sadness and horniness seem to take away from her. "We may be strip of our possessions and titles, but never of our values and dignity."

At that very moment, Myrce, seemingly bored with the conversation, lifted the pompous skirt of her mommy and exposed her engorged cock to the world, to quickly hide it again inside her mouth with a smiling face. Soon, the sound of her sloppy endeavour filled the interior of the carriage, and drops of saliva stained its expensive and noble floor. Karla did not seem to take notice of such lubricious and noisy act, the spells of normality still working on her. She looked through the window with a dreamy expresion while the girl before she drowned on cock and begged with her cute moans to be chocked by hands too.

"Is that an illusion too?" Asked Marian with disgust, but without taking her eyes away from the blowjob. Myrce could be heard doing little girly laughs while her mouth was violently stuffed by her own brutish movements, her petite and blonde head bouncing playfully at an unbearable rhythm.

"I see you are progressing in your magical sageness, little Marian. Are you hopping to steal my secrets for me?"

"I hope to stop your corrupting ****, demon."

"Demon?" Asked Lunnara amused.

"I saw your horns, even if you hide them now. You are a demon."

"Ah, such ignorance." Said Lunnara with the tone of a patient teacher, as she pattered Myrce's anxious head, but still not chocking her. She hadn't win that yet today. "That's not only a lack of magical knowledge, but a terrible non-sequitur. Are stags and bulls demons too? I fear not, sweet child... Now let's talk about punishment."

"I do not fear you, witch." said a defiant Marian "Do your worst."

"My worst? Oh, are you already in need of another group fuck already? You don't need to be so subtle if you crave it that much. You can simply ask and I will have all your holes filled by all manner of appendages... but alas I wasn't talking about YOUR punishment."

Marian's eyes looked at her princess, sitting by her side, and completely oblivious to the whole conversation taking place in front of her. She looked at her with shiny and fearful eyes. I do not need magic to know how much she 'loves' her...

"Please no." Said Marian.

"Veru Supervia" Said Lunnara as she casted the spell. Nothing particularly impressive happened, no shinning lights or terrible sounds. It was a subtle spell, a fun one too. "Here is a new teaching for you in the intricacies of spell casting. This is a reality perception spell, a mix between the schools of illusion and alteration. Complex stuff. From now on and until I say so, your dear princess will think that the proper way of greeting her royal status is to spit on her face, in fact, everyone in her presence will think so... well except for you of course, but you still will be expected to do it. A princess, more so a queen, should be properly greeted by her most lovely servant, don't you think? And since we are going to a weeding... I think our princess will receive all manner of salutes."

She pushed Myrce's head down and released her seed down her tiny and constrictive throat. When the little painslut was released, she made a cute burp.