Days pass and Jenny softens, but Marcus is kept in his new place

Days passed, one after the other, and Marcus slowly began to realize this new life Jenny had planned for him wasn't going to end anytime soon. No matter how good he tried to be, doing everything she wanted, serving and pleasuring her and their Mother however she wished, she still kept him firmly locked in her room, leashed to her bed by the collar she insisted he wear around his neck, to keep him safe where he belonged and out of any more trouble, or so she said. She seemed to believe if she let him loose for even an hour, he'd try and betray her again, and with the memory of what had happened still so raw for them both Marcus didn't dare argue.

Day after day, the young prince was left alone to think about just how badly he must have hurt his older sister for her to be acting this way. As he awkwardly knelt at the foot of her bed, naked but for his collar, his stomach twisted in guilt and misery, his heart filled with longing wishes for things to return to the way they'd been before he'd made that stupid mistake in the dungeons. Whenever he felt himself getting angry or upset at Jenny for doing this to him, all he could remember instead was the look of utter hopeless heartbreak on her face when she'd caught him with the key in hand, and suddenly it almost seemed again like he deserved all of this.

Meanwhile, his older sister and Mother ruled the kingdom together, shoring up Jenny as the new Queen while their own strange relationship growing closer and warmer. The former Queen seemed to have accepted her place below Jenny, the few flickers of rebellion or defiance she expressed quickly silenced with a whispered threat to separate her from Marcus. Not even the unwelcome news that Jenny was having their Father banished from the Kingdom to avoid more treachery had made her speak up, no matter that it made the young prince cry himself to sleep that night. For her, it seemed, the chance to finally be with her son all she wanted was worth the price her daughter demanded and she took every chance Jenny offered to enjoy him. Marcus found himself kneeling between his Mother's legs almost as often as his sister's, pleasing them both until his jaw and tongue ached. That part...was actually really nice, he had to admit. It felt really good to hear them gasping with pleasure while his tongue explored their pussies and lapped up their delicious juices, and when Jenny pushed him on his back and rode his stiff dick into the bed until he came again and again he could hardly think through the white-hot pleasure of it. Besides, it was the moments after, when they were flushed and satisfied, that both women tended to treat him the kindest.

They'd usually lay in bed all three of them, with Marcus in the middle of course, between the two naked women. His Mother would cuddle his slender body into her big, warm boobs, telling him how well he'd done and planting eager kisses on his cheeks and forehead. Even Jenny would soften, smiling tenderly at him and stroking his back with her warm hand, her bare, muscled leg laid casually over his thigh. While she usually didn't say a word to him in these moments of warmth, she'd talk to his Mother over his body, both of them enthusiastically expressing how much they'd enjoyed having him all to themselves. Those heated conversations, warm, wet kisses and delighted praise directed his way made the young prince's chest ache with happiness, and he always swore to himself he'd try even harder to please the both of them next time.

At first, the young prince had thought he might use those nice, relaxed moments to explain himself or apologize to his older sister again. Only whenever he tried Jenny would stiffen up and get a cold look on her face as she was reminded of the betrayal she thought he'd committed and then he'd get banished back to his place lying awkwardly at the foot of the bed, alone. If he was good and kept his mouth pursed firmly shut though, he'd be allowed to stay between them, sleeping far more comfortably with his face buried in his Mother's pillowy chest while his sister laid against his back and held him. Marcus knew very well which one he preferred, and the lesson Jenny was trying to teach wasn't exactly hard to understand either. What had happened in the dungeons had changed things forever and there was no going back. It was better for him to accept this new place. She wasn't going to trust him like she had before, but...at least if he was good she'd treat him warmly and allow his Mother do the same. What else could he do after all?

Slowly but surely, the young prince grew accustomed to his new place. He hadn't been allowed to leave Jenny's room even once since she'd taken him there, kept locked there like some prized possession, even his baths and meals watched over by either of his keepers. Only, it wasn't so bad now he was getting used to it. He hadn't left his own room that much anyway. His Mother brought him books and games to occupy his time, he was allowed to wear clothes again, albeit just thin shifts his older sister could easily tear off him when she was in the mood for pleasure again, and slowly the lonely moments without them grew easier to bear as the guilt over what had happened began to fade. It was in the past now...he couldn't change it any of it, all he could do was make the best of it, which wasn't as hard as he'd thought it might be.

Especially as when the two women returned he knew he'd be treated to another delightful evening of pleasuring them both. His Mother, so soft, curvy and beautiful, who shuddered and gasped with delight whenever he moved his head between her legs like she couldn't quite believe she was getting the chance to enjoy her son's willing tongue again. Or Jenny with her strong, muscled body who screamed in eager pleasure when she bounced so vigorously on top of his cock, her warm, wet pussy milking him dry of every drop of cum until all he could do was moan and twitch beneath her. As he grew better at pleasing them and the cold shadow of how this had begun lifted slowly, more and more he found his older sister's affectionate side returning and her bitter anger fading. Instead of just roughly taking what she wanted and slapping or tying him up if he dared struggle, she'd stroke his body as she gently rode him, leaning over to bury her face in his neck and nibble and kiss at his sensitive skin, her pretty face flushed with lust and delight.

When she held him close one day after another night of warm pleasure and murmured in his ear that she loved him still and, far sweeter, she forgave him for what had happened, he felt so happy he couldn't stop the tears from flowing. Jenny had held his sobbing face against her warm chest that night, murmuring words of love and reassurance in his ear, all watched over by their smiling Mother. At last, it seemed they were going to be alright. Jenny was Queen, a far better ruler than he could ever be, and she had their Mother to help her, their old feud forgotten entirely now they were sharing the boy they both adored. And as for Marcus, well...he sniffled softly and nuzzled into the soft warmth of his older sister's gorgeous boobs, feeling his Mother's gentle hand soothing and stroking his bare back.

Maybe Jenny would keep him here as her beloved, sheltered toy for many years to come, or maybe she'd soften even more and decide he might be safe outside this room as well. It wasn't really up to him anymore what happened, but there was something comforting in that after he'd just managed to mess up so badly on his own. It was right his older sister and Mother look after and protect him. The young prince found he didn't really mind what Jenny did with him in future, so long as he was able to stay with the two women he loved so much.