Your Mothers Wedding

The next day comes swiftly on account of the long night preceding. The sun comes clearly from the ocean horizon, flooding your room with direct sunlight, identically large as your mothers, the Queen. 'No, that was yesterday' you remind yourself 'I'm the Queen now'. Despite always knowing this day would one day come, you still feel trepidation as you pry yourself from your enormous, luxurious bed and walk on the cold stone floor. You walk out to the balcony, allowing you to overlook the sea, already teeming with ships coming in and out of port. Below you, servants and attendants are already buzzing about for today's preparations. Your mother, Kurina is being married today, to a lover that she's known since before she was the Queen; Senator Jarius of the island Republic of Vynisia. Over the years, she has known many men, and kept many lovers at the same time, but as you grew in age and began to understand the nature of her relationships, you were able to recognize that while they all filled her holes, only Jarius truly filled her heart. That's not to say he didn't do the other thing as well; as you stood out on your balcony, you looked across to your mothers, and saw that they were already awake as well, your mother leaned against the ledge while Jarius fucked her ass. They felt no shame in seeing it and they felt no guilt in being caught, nobody in the palace was unware of their relationship. Paying them no mind, you retreat to your room to procure a robe for warmth as you stroll back to the baths, to clean yesterday's celebrations off of you.

In one of the baths already was Oragon, one of the young nobles who enjoyed your ass last night. His head against the stone coping his entire body was submerged in the relaxing warmth. You sneak into the same bath as him, completely oblivious to your presence, and you start to see why. Apparently not yet satisfied from everything last night, he was masturbating in the bath, slowly beating his firm dick. You come right next to him, whispering in his ear as you take his cock from him "Are you not satisfied yet? I can help with that" The young prince is startled to find you suddenly here, but does not pull away from your touch "That would actually be great Your Majesty. It was actually you that I was thinking about?"

You moan softly as you stroke his dick just a little harder at hearing that "Was I now? What were you imagining?"

"After all the festivities are done, and you're done being the guest of honor to your mothers wedding, and you and I retiring to your room together. We make love together from the sunset until the next sunrise, going until our entire bodies ache, and in the quiet solitude when we're finally done, we start to truly discover one another"

Oragon is being oddly sentimental with his sexual fantasies "My dear prince, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were trying to claim me as your own."

"I am, or I would were this any other circumstance. I know you can't and won't have as your only lover for quite some time, but I'd like to prove that I'm worth the wait." Your head still near his, you rest against his shoulder and softly stroke his reddish hair. "You're very sweet, and we've known each other since we were kids, and that means a lot. I don't want you to get broken hearted the first time you hear about me with another man."

"I know, and I won't. I hope" You hear his voice getting heavier as he slowly feels his orgasm building.

"Well, if you want me tonight, you can't have me this morning..." As you let go of him "you'll have to suffer through the day without getting off again, from me, yourself, or anyone else."

The order is frustrating him, having gotten close and been denied, but Oragon is nothing if not persistent "Gladly, Your Majesty."

"Good, now lets both get cleaned up for real..." You scoot away from in order to scrub yourself clean. You visually **** the romantic, as you massage your boobs and softly moan teasingly as you wash. He smiles quietly at the sight, knowing he can do little else. Leaving the baths, you each go your separate ways for now. You return to the world dressed for the occasion, as the guest of honor. So as to not take away attention from your mother on her special day, you are dressed rather modestly for your kingdom. A pastel blue dress, slender cut that hugs every curve of your body but displays nothing. Even your impressive cleavage, normally on full and proud display, is contained today. A slight flourish of extravagance is permitted, as you walk out with your crown, worn properly for once, and delicately so that Geralt cannot complain about. Kurina on the other hand, demanded all of the attention in her attire. A similarly tight fighting dress, hers was all white and sheer, low cut and with an open back. It reflected both her as a person and the culture of the kingdom of Linthalia as a whole, seeming dignity and tradition couple with peerless beauty, self-confidence, and honesty.

The days events are also more subdued. Like yesterday with your Coronation, this is a rare day of celebration and observing ancient traditions. Weddings for the commoners are fairly commonplace, same as in any other kingdom, but are often ended with little compunction, it is rare for someone to stay committed to one partner throughout their life. Your mothers wedding to Jarius is not only a sign of love but also of commitment, that through everything they've been together, they were able to stay together, and are now committed together forever. For the populace at large, it's not just a celebration but a reminder to them to try and stay the course, to not end relationships as soon as they turn sour, and to never give up on a romance. Once the celebrations begin, the maiden tea and vitality-spiced roasts are in lesser supply here, though not completely removed. Ancestral songs and dances are recited, guests sticking to the partner they arrived with. Oragon, having come alone, sought you out as his sole dancing partner through the activities.

"You're being rather brazen, Prince Oragon." You slyly smile at him

"Just following the local traditions Your Majesty. Bravery and honesty are appreciated here more than in most countries, so I've heard"

"Indeed they are. Is there something you need to tell me?"

"I love you, Queen Fastira. Since before I knew the word. You've been the only affection my heart has ever known"

Despite the practiced indifference to these kinds of sweet nothings, you find yourself having to break hearing them from him, as you know deep down he means it, whereas most would just say it to woo you to bed "Since you're being honest, is there anything else you need to tell me?"

"You were my first fantasy, and you're still my only one." You politely kiss him on the cheek as you break from the dance "That's incredibly sweet. I have to dance with the other guests Oragon, but make no mistake, you'll be the only one I see this evening." As promised, you do dance and socialize with as many of other guests as you can through the time, including with Kurina's new husband

"Congratulations, Senator Jarius, or should I call you father now?" You smile as you ask him

"Please, don't call me that, or Senator. I had to relinquish my position within the Republic, just as your mother had to step away from her throne. You may simply call me Jarius."

"Of course. I'm very glad to see you two finally together and happy after so long."

"Thank you Highness, it's been a long time coming. I'm very glad to see that you've become as strong and capable a ruler as your mother is."

"You're too kind" You blush slightly, still thinking yourself inadequate to the challenge now before you

"I'm quite serious. You're just as beautiful as her too." You feel Jarius' hand move down your back to your ass and give a squeeze as he leans in to whisper "I'm glad you didn't wince seeing us this morning. Perhaps you could call me Father in private, with your mothers company and permission of course..."

You take a small gasp of surprise. You would have never expected such an offer, certainly not from him. Briefly speechless, you look around to see where Prince Oragon is. You welcomed him into your bed, but you can't deny the tempting appeal in sharing a man with your mother, perhaps the last taboo you could ever cross...