The queen has no will to resist

For a time, the queen did not answer. Her own breath was too agitated to even articulate such a simple request. Her lips started to tremble as cold sweat began to form on her forehead. "K... Ki..." she said.

Myrce got closer, her hands caressing the royal thighs. "Yes, my queen?"

"Ki... K..K... Kiss me."

Myrce smiled. Never had the little minx smile became so wicked, so full of lustful pride. She wasn't just conquering this woman destined for so much power than her, she was doing so obeying her mommy's wishes, she would bend a queen to apease a witch... and mommy was looking with her beautiful eyes. She got up with slow feet, getting closer and closer to the royal chair, she mounted the sitting monarch, her generous peasant thighs surrounding the more classical form of Karla. Her arms surrounded the queenly neck, her supple breast smashed those of her majesty and her eyes bore onto hers. Their lips got closer, but still not enough. Karla's hands were a loose mess of trembling appendages, willing but hesitant to touch.

"Touch me, your grace." Whispered Myrce. "I want to feel your soft hands on me." Then their kiss began.

Lunnara observed their debauchery unfold from the confort of her chair, her magical illusions keeping everyone else from the castle to enter the room or to interrupt them. The two women smooched each other like only two horny teenagers could, covering their own faces in their own split. Karla's hands were ravenous, they started caressing the back of the blonde, but soon they became far more adventurous. Myrce moaned one of her cute and long moans when her udders were released from the evils of her robes, and soon Karla lowered her mouth to the farmgirl impressive rack, her lips looking for the generous fat and the sweet nipples, as they had expected. Karla moaned with great pleasure, when she felt a shy jet of milk flow from that teat.

"Mommy's cock does that to you." Said Myrce, lying as easily as breathing. "When she gifts you her tasty warm cream, your womanly body accepts it inside." That was not exactly true. The truth was that the sorceress had been using all of her inner harem of girls as mana batteries by forcing them to develop what was usually known in the magical argot as mana tanks, their breast were slowly growing full of the neverending mana of the dragon, but it was a mana linked to her will and wishes, ready to obey her... And Karla had been so eager to eat it. Myrce continued to moan, as the queen kept falling deeper into depravity and deeper into her bosom.

Then, Karla's hand found their way to the little painslut pussy and found there a weird barrier. "What is this?" She asked, confused.

"Oh, that..." Said Myrce... "Mommy missed fucking daddy so much... so I let her use only the proper hole."

"You mean..." Karla stopped, knowing fully well the answer. And old part of her almost wanted to scream that such form of penetration was nothing but sinful, but those words never came to her, not now.

"Mommy loves my ass and I love to please her."

"Oh god." Moaned Karla.

"I promised her that I would only take her there, to make her know that I love her as much as our father did, and so I will forever remain a virgin, I will forever remain pure, but I will get really dirty for my mommy."

Karla was speechless. Her conservative mind had never considered even the though of anal sex 'would it be hurtful?' 'would it feel better?' her mind became quickly filled with those thoughts. "She... " She finaly said. "She fucks you... there?"

Myrce never said yes, she only smiled and assented with pride. Karla's voice sounded unnaturally soft.

"I want to see it."