Nothing too fancy, just the usual gender fluidity and the enslavement of humanity

For a moment, Karla seemed to be lost in her own thoughts as she chewed her last bites of food. A Queen knows to mind her manners and she waited a long chewing for her mouth to be empty before saying anything. "Well, I for sure like it when he is this nice. A good King must know the ways of diplomacy, of virtue and patience. That cannot be done by a brute."

"Few things can be done by a brute, besides brutality." Said Lunnara, helping her to focus her thoughts, with a smile.

"He should also find in his heart the need to be merciful... and wise... I know you cannot become wise overnight but... I want him to try... to want to be like that... I didn't see any books in his room..." Her face seemed to lighten up at that moment. "We could talk about the books we like or... he could ask me for suggestions."

Adorable, thought Lunnara in her most sarcastic tone. "I'm sure you will find a lot of common tastes."

"Y also don't like all this warmongering obsession. I would much rather prefer for him to wear silk than armor... I don't like the beard too... I appreciate the... security of his lovemaking, but he may have been too rude, too possessive."

Lunnara touched the Queen's hand, seemely in understanding of her thoughts, in secret she had already decided a wicked way to direct Karla's train of though, to push her deeper into corruption. "Too masculine, mayhaps?"

"Masculine? No, I would not say that... I just think that maybe he could be a man without being a brute, those two things mustn't always go together, don't you think?"

"Such would be the sign of a new time, indeed. But I cannot help but notice, you have described not a husband but a wife..." Said the sorceress, twisting the Queen's own words for the sake of her own amusement.

"Wife!? That would be preposterous!" proclaimed the royal and comely Karla, but a hint of desire shined deep into her eyes. And I know you like the idea, you sanctimonious cunt. "How can I have a wife, being a woman myself? The church prohibits such nonsense! It serves no purpose and leaves no chance for reproduction and the maintaining of the royal blood." The words seemed to come so surely from her mouth, but Lunnara could smell the hidden desire inside her, she had sensed the repressed bisexuality of the redhead, the way her eyes lingered on the bodies of women, just a little more than those of men.

"Oh, but there are ways in magic." Lunnara got suddenly really close to the queen, much more closer than ever, knowing she too was lusted after by the queen. "Magic can change the undesired and leave what is wanted. Out with the beard and the manly shape if they so trouble you!, bring the supple breast and the delicate curves of womanhood... but leave his cock."

"His..." Karla seemed to **** on her breakfast, unable to utter any words. "But that cannot be..." This time, her negation had not come from a moral authority, but it had been whispered with a hint of dreamy wish.

"I know it can be..." Said Lunnara. "Because it happened to me..." The sorceress lifted then her long black skirt and her huge and bloated cock was exposed to the Queen, hard and proud, pointing to the heavens.

"Goodness gracious!" Screamed Queen Karla, jumping in her chair. She then covered her mouth with her hands and looked around in fear, only to realise in relief that the room was empty save for her, Lunnara, and her eerily silent Myrce... It had been empty for a while. "That... that thing..."

Lunnara produced her best sad smile and lied with her most melancholic voice. "I told you so... I loved my husband, but how could he look back to me? I was just a shy boy, the skinny son of a fisherman, and he was so manly and strong, so focused on those girly girls..." The sorceress' hand stroked her long phallus gently and Karla couldn't help but to look at the blasphemous thing in shock, her gaze unable to look away. "But I knew I could make him happy, I knew... and so I looked for the witch and her magic did not only make him love me... it shaped me into the most beautiful of women, for him. Some nights, it gave me an uterus for him to breed my children... other nights..." Lunnara moans, squishing her absurd member. "It let me keep this... and he loved it."

"That is..." Karla tried to summon her sure words again, but her eyes couldn't look away.

Lunnara moved her hand away from her dick and caught the Queen's hand with it. The young monarch felt the slimy and stained skin against hers, it repulsed her for a moment... but she accepted the touch. "I have kept this secret for all my life, your grace. My sweet daughter here is the only one that knows... she helps me bear the pain in my lonely nights, as only a devout daughter could..."

"Your..." Once more, Karla cannot finish her sentence.

"I'm telling you because as corrupted as my actions may have been in the eyes of the church, they brought me happiness, they make my husband live a happy live. Isn't that what matters? This world we live in is too dark, too full of darkness and **** thanks to brutes like Dorian, why couldn't I just have a happy life, instead of constant misery? A live that gave me a happy husband and a beautiful and loving daughter? Why can't we all forget about our struggles, about what they tell us to be right and wrong and just do what would make the people happy? I know you share my feelings deep in your heart, Queen gracious, I have seen how much the misery and suffering of other moves you. I Know you are not like this other rulers who only care about power: you want people to be happy and live prosperously, you want yourself to be happy and prosperous! That's why I wanted to serve you, my dearest queen. Think not of what is moral or inmoral, think not of what the church would approve or disapprove, but think of what feels right, what would make people happy, what would make you happy. I ask you again, how is the Dorian you want? Which one would make you and your people happy? Answer with your heart and with honesty, for that is how a true ruler must act."

"I..." Karla's hands trembled inside hers, her cheeks almost as red as her hair. "I want him to be a woman... with a cock."

"What more?"

"I... I want him... I want him to be a kind soul who doesn't use ****. No more would he be known as 'the conqueror', but as 'the wise', I want him to love me and obey me, to care for me and make me feel safe and I want for him to become a patron of the arts and culture. I want our kingdom to be glorious and prosperous, to be a land of hope and virtue, so that everyone could be happy!" She screamed the last words as if they were something hidden inside her, hidden for to long at to much a cost. A single tear fell from her eyes.

Lunnara moved her precum-stained hand to catch that tear. "And that dream can become reality, my dearest Queen." Your kindness will be the justification for my tyranny. You will forge this land into an army that will love you and think of you as their saint and holy ruler... and I will point you in the right direction. "We can make it real, we can safe this dreadful land from suffering."

"Can I...?" Said the queen looking at Lunnara's cock.

"Yes?" Asked the sorceress.

Karla's watery eyes lingered on the forbidden object. "Can I touch it?" She asked.

Lunnara smiled a wicked smile.