A Queen does as she believes to wish

"I am but your servant, my dearest Queen. You may use me as you please."

Karla visibly gulped. She stood there for a time, her feet uneasy under the long, royal skirt. For a moment her hands did not move, but then it started as a humble tremble, her fingers slowly rising, carrying the rest of the arm with them, her lips opening in salivating unconsciousness. The dragon's cock awaited for the touch, with pulsating manliness. It took a long time, but finally the tip of those fingers was caressing the flesh, a soft and shy caress.

"It's... warm." Said Karla.

"It is always warm, so long as there is someone near to infatuate it."

"Someone... to..." The Queen did not ended her phrase. She looked again to Lunnara, this time with a different kind of attention. Long gone was her appearance as an old and kind lady, she was so beautiful! Karla could not even began to believe it, how could a face be so symmetric, so clean of imperfection? She felt a common sensation between her legs, that of a suden increase in humidity. Her first instinct was to repress such feeling, the same way she had repressed it any time she had looked upon Marian or almost any other women or man at court, but the sorceress' words and machinations had soak through her once strong beliefs, her spells had made her mind so much susceptible to manipulation. Why couldn't she seek her own happiness? Why obey impositions that only brought her pain?

Her fist clenched around the phallus and Lunnara produced a cute moan.

"I'm sorry!" Said Karla "Did I hurt you?"

"No, it's ok." Said Lunnara.

Then, as instructed, Myrce intervened. "Mommy is quite sensitive when she is aroused." Said the lustful minx with her most pious tone. "Your hands are dry I presume?"

"Y... Yes." Said Karla.

"That's the first thing. A dry contact is always a harsh one." The blonde painslut got to her knees, her head closer to both hand and cock. "Let me help you with it." Without asking permision, the peasant girl took the Queen's hand and licked her palm with devotion, with eyes closed and a long a devoted tongue. It was a short moment, but Karla seemed to loose the capacity to breath for it. "Now it should be better."

She carried the Queen's hand, once again to the sorceress' flesh and helped her to surround it again with her elegant queenly fingers. "See?" Asked Myrce. "Now it goes smoother." She helped the hand with her movements and soon it was moving up and down, a soft and caring handjob, she taught her to move her fingers in the correct manner, how to best please her new mistress.

"I... see..." Said the Queen with impossibly red cheeks.

"Now, you have to make sure to keep it sloppy and smooth all the time." Said Myrce.

"By... licking my hand?" Asked a lost Karla.

"There is a better way..." Said the little minx with a smile.

Myrce lowered her head on the cock and Karla gasped in shock, even if it wasn't technically the first time she saw her do this. The little blonde's throat was quite accustomed to the ordeal by now, and the whole thing entered her in a swift, almost elegant move, making a cute bulge on her throat and a muffled moan. Her lips reached the very base of the phallus and there they kissed the Queen's hand that was still there.

"By the gods" Muttered Karla.

"She had always been a devoted daughter." Said Lunnara.

"But how...?"

"She expressed her feelings and her needs at quite a young age. The church had taught her to be ashamed of any impure love that was not between a married man and his woman, and she suffered quite a lot with her hidden guilt. She punished and hurt herself for a long time, thinking it was sinful to desire her own mother, thinking that she was broken, a dirty and unworthy thing. She was so sad and lonely and I worried deeply for her as a mother, but she would not even tell me of her affliction."

As she spoke, a subtle spell helped Karla to remember her own past, the images were easy to obtain, easy to bring back to her present. How many times had she feel bad about her own feelings, about her own desires? That time she had caught a glimpse of her brother's member at the river, that other time she had washed with Marian and felt the generous form of her close friend, so much closer than usual. The spell brought back even darker memories, when she had masturbated alone in her bed, crying for being such a unworthy and wicked creature, feeling ashamed of the pleasure, of her longing for it. It felt so real that it made her produce a single tear in her actual reality. She saw herself in little Myrce's sad story and so it felt so heartwarming to see her this happy now, so unworried and free of all chains.

"Why suffer about our own condition?" Said the sorceress, bringing her closer to a path of debauchery. "Why punish ourselves only for the sin of love? That's what I told my daughter: be happy, never be ashamed of who you are or what you feel." Myrce was **** in cock by now, throatfucking herself with a brutal pace, producing such an exquisite sound. GACK GACK GACK. "I would love you to know that happiness, my Queen."

"Me... too..." She whispered.

Myrce's lips released the cock with a poping sounf. She moaned satisfied of her actions, happy tears flowing from her eyes. Then, her mouth moved from Lunnara's cock to Karla's hand, and there she licked and smooched with equally sloppy devotion. This time it was not just to lubricate that hand, she devoured it like it was her next meal and look upon the lady of the castle with predatory eyes.

"We would love you to be happy with us, our Queen." Said Myrce.

"Happy...?" Asked Karla with a bloated mind... Yes... why would she not be happy? She was a Queen! She was meant to be an example for all of her people, and she wanted nothing more for them than to be happy, to grow into a prosperous and peaceful nation of love and high culture. "Yes... I want my people to be happy..."

Myrce looked deep into the queen's eyes, smiling with her most sultry look, her mouth still over her royal hand. "I can call you mommy too... if you so wish."

"Gods..." Said the Queen.

"I never thanked you for saving me and my mommy, oh dearest queen..." She licked her fingers once again, smooching with loud kisses, moving closer. "I want to be thankful... Would you let me?"