The bride arrives at the castle

Even if she was scared, Karla couldn't help to be nervous too. Most girls dream at some point about their wedding, and princesses were definitely not an exception. Would there be unicorns and gnomes, as her childish self had once dreamed? Would there be a rainbow made of stars? Probably not. Would her husband be a beautiful prince willing to make her happy? More likely a brute impatient to defile me...

Right before her, a different kind of spectacle was taking place. One that her enchanted mind did not process. Once Myrce had stopped slurping over Lunnara's cock, the sorceress had left her wondrous instrument unhidden and proud for all to see, still drenched in her painslut's spit and pulsating with its hard-on blood. Myrce herself retreated to her sit, where she exposed her cunt, sealed and covered by a weird and white fabric, vaguely similar to a spider's silk. The blonde tried to masturbate then, but that thing over her vagina made it almost impossible. Still, she rubbed and slapped it with **** hand and teary grateful eyes, while her asshole pulsated in expectation.

The lady Marian could not avert her eyes from the meaty instrument before her, even if she despised it. Lunnara brought a hand to her cheek and caressed it with a motherly hand. "Do you want your turn, my dear? Your lips will always be well received."

"Please, undo her spells!" Screamed her.

"Oh, not 'our' spells? HER spells? You don't seem to get that it is your willingness to self sacrifice what makes you so amusing to play with. Now... we already made it so that she will be spit in the face by everyone, I wonder if we could change everyone's perception of reality even more, to spice this wedding?"

"Make her suck everyone's cock!" Said Myrce.

"Mmm... too unimaginative and it will take too much time." Said Lunnara. "Shove your pinky up your ass."

"But the pinky is too small!"

"Do not test me, young woman."

They continued to discuss their things, but Karla did not partake in the conversation. The spells did not allow her to. She heard them speak perfectly, she understood what they where saying, her mind just didn't process it, it was irrelevant information, things that didn't concern her.

They then entered the once city-state of Numantia, that soon would become the capital of the greatest human kingdom with this wedding. Karla couldn't help to be disappointed: it's streets were crude and dirty, it's walls tall and menacing, made by black ugly stone, there were more forges and barracks than marketplaces and inns. Only soldiers and noblemen seemed to live there, no merchants or artists, and the peasants looked extremely poor and miserable. It was a place of war and ignorance. But I will change that. If I am to be queen of this people I will bring them prosperity and kindness. I will turn this place into a haven of artists and philosophers.

As she was finishing those thoughts, the carriage arrive at the main gate of Dorian's Keep, a fanfare of trumpets announced the arrival of the princess as she crossed the gate, arriving at a courtyard where a crowd had gathered to welcome her.

The captain of her royal guard opened the door of her carriage. "My lady" he said, just before spiting in her face. It was a gross and dense spit and Karla could not help to feel grateful for that sort of courtesy. Little did she know that that was also a spell of the sorceress. She had cursed her with an aura of perceptive alteration so that everyone, even herself, would thing that this was the proper way to greet her royal status. They had been discussing that along the way, but Karla hadn't pay attention.

The princess descended the carriage with elegant steps, and proceded to approach the crowd, her future husband waiting for her at the very end. As she approached she took but a glimpse of her own cottage, she thought that her pompous guards looked too few and unprepared compared to the military might of Numantia, but she also looked upon two of their recent acquisitions, those two cows that the wise Lunnara had brought with her, once again, her mind could not process entirely the humanoid form of those cows, but just that very glimpse made her remember the taste of their milk, and Karla couldn't help to salivate at that thought.

Speaking of saliva...

"Dearest Karla, we welcome you to our humble kingdom." Said the first of the noblemen as he spat in her face. "We welcomed you." Said another. "As beautiful as they said" Proclaimed a noble woman. They all spat on her face generously, until her whole face became a complete and sloppy mess of ruined mascara and ****-closed eyes. Karla couldn't help to feel grateful, even unworthy, of such show of respect for her. Soon, a few of her tears were mixed with all the spit.

There, she finally arrived at her fiance, who gratefully extended a scarf to clean just her eyes, just enough so she could opened them again. "I see the tales of your beauty were not just tales, my lovely Karla." He said. He was a tall and robust man, still dressed in black armor even for this peaceful endeavour. He had a tanned and harsh face, seemly incapable of saying such nice words.

"I thank your hospitality, my lord Dorian." Said Karla. Her soon-to-be-husband smiled when she refereed to herself as his property.

"May I introduce you to my sister, the beautiful Isolde?"

The woman was almost identical to her twin: the same dark although larger hair, the same tanned skin, the same cruel expression, even if formed by more comely features. A most notable difference was her bust, not as gratuitously big as Lunnara's cows, but notable in it's roundness. A dark thought took hold of Karla's mind as she imagined herself pumping the milk of those breasts. She wondered how it would taste, and if she could take it all to herself with her new royal status. So focused was she in that thought that she completely missed when the her fiance's sister saluted her. Isolde spat on the princess face but it was only a small spat, only in one of the cheeks. The whole crowd gasped with dread before such show of disrespect.

"Forgive my sister." Said Dorian with a harsh voice. "She can be a little childish sometimes. I know she did not meant to offend you, my beloved, she just had a dry mouth with not enough split. Isn't that true, Isolde?"

"It is, your grace." Said the sister, clenching her teeth. Is she angry about something?

"Go on, do it again." Said Dorian. "This time make sure to hit the eye." Her sister obeyed and made an exaggerated mass of split just to deliver it to Karla's face. It was so big that it instantly blinded her and soon it descended to her lips and ended in her bosom, slipping through her midriff. "Perfection. Now, lets all get inside for the wedding."