Sisterly Reunion

The door bursts open with a flash of light, the telltale sign of magic being used to undo the lock. The air ripples for a moment in the open doorway and appearing from thin air is… yourself, or rather an almost identical woman. Your twin sister, Morgana, returned from wherever the hell she has been. Once she looked like your reflection, but years apart on different paths have changed both her and you.

Whereas you have a lighter brown complexion, her travels have caused her skin to be several shades darker than yours, tanned in the sun. Her body is about as thick as yours, but where you have put on weight from years of being pampered and taken care of, hers is more muscle from over two decades of who knows what. The most stark difference is your hair, yours is dark whereas hers is silver, a mark of sorcery.

You tremble upon your bed, the bindings around you holding tight, as you cry out through the gag for your guards. "And here I thought I may need to bind you myself. What a lovely surprise, my dear sister," Morgana says with venom upon her purple, painted lips. "None of that now."

She steps into the room and with a flick of her wrist shuts the door behind her, relocking it, without even laying a single finger upon it. She extends her hand towards you, the red robe she wears glittering mystically in the dim light as a magical **** takes hold of you and lifts you, unceremoniously, up into the air and over towards your twin. You float right over to her, neck right into her hand, her fingers tips grasp around you, almost scratching your soft flesh as she grasps you.

"My, my, who has done this to you? Left you like this? Little more than a prize for me to take," she chuckles as she looks your naked body up and down. The magical **** keeping you up is like invisible people holding you. You squirm and flail about as you try to struggle against them but they hold you with ease. "I kid. I know all too well you have done this to yourself. I have been watching you, in the night. Scrying upon your bedroom, dreamwalking into your mind while you sleep, performing rituals upon you from a distance, influencing your mind, molding you into this perfect prize to claim…"

You shiver as her words are spoken with such sweet desire. It is like she was starving, finally allowed to enjoy her first meal in days. It is a sickening sweetness that makes your heart race and your body shake. Was all this her? Did she do this to you? Is she the reason you are the way you are? Or is she just lying? You never could tell if she was being truthful or not as a kid. How could you when she speaks to you through your own face? You worry that nothing has changed as she looks you dead in the eyes and smirks.

"Life in the palace has been kind to you, sister," Morgana says and reaches out with another hand and places it upon your breast. "Look how plump and healthy you have grown." Her hand hefts your boob and you feel your heart skip a beat. They do appear bigger than your sister's, at least, from what you can see through her robes. "I am surprised these things are not filled to the brim with milk, that they have not found a suitable candidate to have you pump out some brats with.

"I suppose they must not want to rock the boat too much with our dear younger brother's claim to the throne. The last thing they want are more potential heirs. Especially from the Spare. Trust me, I know all too well what that feels like. I nearly ended up married off to some creep in a far away castle to become their brood mother before I ran off… I am sure they were just waiting to do the same to you. Waiting for little bro to be on the throne and with an heir or two himself. Waiting for you to be not remotely important anymore, so they could make you into little more than a bargaining chip for whatever trade deal, alliance or treaty they wanted.

"Lucky, for you, I have taken measures to make sure that our brother will no longer be a contender for the throne." She walks around you, turning your head to look over your shoulder as she now stands behind you. The hand returns to your breast as it snakes around you from behind. She holds you, almost like a lover. "Unlucky, for you, I don't plan on letting you sit upon it either… well maybe I'll let you sit upon something." You feel her lean into you from behind, her breasts are indeed sizable beneath the robes, as they push into your back, but something else pushes into your ass and your eyes wide comically.

"Feel that?" She whispers in your ear, her tongue tickling against your sensitive skin as she holds you close. "I made sure I could never suffer that fate. You on the other hand, my dear sister…." She presses her… member… into your butt and you shiver. It feels so big, even trapped within the confines of her robes. "... I have many big plans for."

Your breathing is coming in shallow gasps, heart still racing, head swimming with thoughts of lust and fear alike. What is she going to do with you? Will you befall the same mysterious fate as your brother? What of your mother or… eyes, the same brown as yours, bore into you as she watches your face while you think of all this, and her lips curl into a cruel smile. "I just need to decide which one to employ."

She leans in and kisses the other side of your gag. You squeal in shock as your plump lips brush against hers. Up until now, the hand on your breasts, her member pushing against your ass, the way she eyed you like a piece of meat, her threats and implications… it had all been borderline but this crosses that line and you are shocked to your core. Your own sister, your twin, practically kisses you like a lover, the only thing between you and her being a flimsy scarf that is less a barrier and more an accessory.

"You know," Morgana says softly as she pulls away from you, her pursed lips wet with your drool from the soaked gag. "As much as I hate you, I do still love you, more than you or anyone else ever loved me. How could I not when the first 16 years of my life were dedicated to you? They made sure I would develop feelings for you… but I don't think these are the ones they envisioned."

She giggles and you tremble in the air before her, nothing but her magic holding your naked, bound body aloft. You cannot bring yourself to process what Morgana just said. What does she mean she has feelings for you? Love? Lust? You know the people that raised and trained her to be your double did not treat her well. Just as those around you treated you similarly. But what else did they do to her?

"Don't get it wrong, I still hate your guts," Morgana stipulated as she watched the gears turn in your head. "I just maybe want to rearrange them with my big, fat, magic, futa cock as well." She cackled madly and you felt her hand cupping your breast squeeze. You could not contain the moan that was drawn out of you. "I know you want this too. I can see it in your eyes and feel it through your body. But I want to hear you say it."

She reaches up from your neck and around the back of your head. With a wave of her fingers she enchants the scarf to untie itself. Within moments it falls away and you feel the panties slide out from between your lips as well. You gasp as she catches the garment. "Who knew my sister was a dirty slut? I did," Morgana chuckles as she holds up the wet pair of panties before you.

"Morgana… please," You say, your lips quivering. "Don't do this. Let me go and…"

She drops your wet panties to the floor and slaps your face. "Don't you plead with me," Morgana spits at you, her expression going from lust to rage in a split second. "You never pleaded for me before. Not to save me from what they did. Not for me to stay after that little snot nosed would-be-king was born. Not even for me to return. I don't want to hear you pleading for anything from me… anything but to have this shoved in your **** hole."

She steps back from you, walking before you once more and then, gestures with her arms. Her robe leaps to the ground from her body, revealing her nude, muscular form. Scars in places you know they were not before. A purple tattoo of magic runes running along her limbs, breasts, torso and then around her pelvis where they circle her large, throbbing member, the size of which may well be some of the royal stallions to shame. Below it hangs a set of big, bulging nuts, that you can only imagine is churning with hot, virile cum.

"So what will it be sis?" She asks you, watching as your eyes are glued to her body. "Be careful what you answer. I have so many nasty ideas for you… not all of them you may enjoy as much as others. Time to decide your fate. Plead for my mercy, or for my cruelty, I know what a slut like you wants. So, tell me, beg for it."