Actually, someone else is having a nice dream too.

It started with a ****. An old man drifted off peacefully in his sleep. A sad event to be sure, but a common enough one. The man himself though was far from common. He was a king. And even more unusually he was a king without an heir. He left his realm prosperous and peaceful. But left his court with the unenviable task of sorting through a vast, byzantine family tree to find his successor.

That was how the crown crossed the ocean and found itself on her father's head. It was every young girl's fantasy, but Yumi hated it. Even as a child she had known she wasn’t ready for her new station. She was, in her opinion, singularly unqualified for this new life.

While she had received some tutelage in etiquette along with her more general education, she would be well out of her depth. All of that was for her old life as a minor noble in her homeland. Now she would be a stranger in a strange land. Worse, she would be expected to rule this land that was as foreign to her as the bottom of the ocean. Her mother tried to assure her that she was still very young, and there were still many years before she would be expected to aid her father in his royal duties. And even more, before she would ascend to the throne herself.

Yet the first two events she attended in her royal life were almost perfectly tailored to undercut any confidence she might have gained from that. The coronation had been lavish beyond anything she had ever seen, with nobility from across the land in attendance. Her father had worried how they might be received as foreign rulers, but it turned out many of their kinsmen had traveled across the sea before them. Though as Yumi’s parents had explained to her beforehand, that did not mean all would be well. Nominally this was a celebration. A formal introduction to the realm. But just under the surface, it was an evaluation. They had all come to see if their new monarchs measured up.

All through the ceremony and the feast afterward, Yumi could feel their eyes on her. She wasn’t even passable as a merchant-noble’s daughter. As a princess she was laughable. Short for her age and all skin and bones, she looked like an orphaned street urchin who had stolen a fine set of clothes. Her weak eyes and horrible stutter were simply a few more nails in her coffin.

And even worse was the ball that followed. The invitation arrived the day after her father was crowned. Like before there was an official reason, a celebration of the summer solstice. But in truth, they were once more being tested. This time though it would not be petty nobles searching for some way to gain power, wealth, or privileges. The ones they would need to impress were fellow rulers. The Sovereign Queens were their northern neighbors and their most important strategic and economic allies.

But what was truly daunting was that they were heroes. Years ago the two rose up and cast down a horrible tyrant. It was said that Queen Rayen won their crowns through cunning tactics, and Queen Tegan built their thrones with boundless grace. With mercy, wisdom, and strength the two had rebuilt their battered kingdom into the dominant **** on the continent.

To have them as allies would be a boon like no other. To have such an enemy on their border would be certain doom.

Made very conscious of this by urgent, whispered conversations she overheard on their travels, Yumi hardly appreciated the beauty of the grandeur of the Silver Palace. Her eyes were locked on the floor as she desperately tried to go unnoticed. Even when they entered the grand hall for the celebration, she did what she could to shrink even smaller so she could hide behind her mother’s skirt.

That was at least until they were approached by him. A boy about her own age with fair skin and hair the color of sand mixed with gold dust. He approached with trepidation, with shuffling feet and blushing cheeks. Then he quietly asked, in a voice that could only barely be heard over the music, if she would care to dance. Yumi had looked to her mother for guidance, maybe even an excuse to say no. But all the new queen did was give her an encouraging smile, and a small nod.

In retrospect Yumi was sure they were plenty adorable, two children swaying to a slow song as best they could. Which proved to be not very good at all. He was clearly still growing into his lanky limbs and she had never danced in this style before. And yet she had been told later that it was very endearing in that way the failure of children often was. But at that moment Yumi had been far too nervous to notice.

Doubly so when he introduced himself. Without realizing it had ended up on the dance floor with Prince Mason.

And yet as the music played, she found herself growing more and more at ease. Her partner didn’t speak much, but with each passing moment, tension seemed to drain from him. And something about that soothed her own frazzled nerves. By the time they pulled apart, they could honestly, but awkwardly smile at each other.

Two smiles that communicated one thought. Neither Yumi nor Mason really wanted to be there.

But her soon-to-be friend promised he had an idea. He led her from the dance floor to where their mothers chatted over a glass of wine. With all due respect, he begged Queens Tegan and Junko to show her the gardens. And he did lead her along the path between the exotic flowers and lush foliage. It was the fastest way to the kitchens after all.

The two of them had to plead as cutely as possible, but they ended up leaving with an entire platter of sweets. Tortes, lemon cakes, candied fruit, and puddings were stacked so high they had to move carefully to their true destination. The library.

And that was how they spent their solstice. They explored the library, reading to one another and consuming enough sugar to leave a dragon feeling bloated and drowsy. Flipping through book after book the two children tried to find the most interesting and epic tales of adventure. Even taking a few moments to act out the more fantastic battles and impersonate the fearsome monsters. At some point, they fell asleep, but Yumi could never remember that part. All she knew was what her mother told her. That she and her new friend were found curled up together in a fortress of books they had built.

As the years passed they worked to stay close. She and Mason would write to each other more often than their parents. And they took (or created) every excuse to see each other in person. He was almost instantly Yumi’s closest friend. It was almost inevitable that her kind and clever prince won her heart without even realizing it. She dreamed of a life where the two would be together every day. She saved every letter he sent her in a small chest hidden beneath her bed. And the first time her hand ventured between her legs it was his sparkling blue eyes she imagined staring down at her.

Of course, Yumi heard the rumors as they grew older. But that was hardly surprising or a deterrent. It was only natural for Mason to be the subject of a few canards. Aristocrats outmatched even fishwives in their love of gossip. And even then most were flattering, complimenting his intelligence, drive, and charisma. More than a few also opined on the fearsome partnership he and his sister were capable of forming. At least when the two weren’t bickering like two birds trying to land on the same feeder. But there were others as well.

They were flattering in their own way as well, just far more inappropriate. They all shared a certain theme and each was more ridiculous than the last. One claimed that a different maid would share his bed each night, often more than one. Another said that an assassin had once been sent to kill him, but ended up bedding him instead. There was one about a time he took shelter from a storm in a convent, and by the time he left each of the sisters had been filled with his seed. And it seemed that each wedding he attended would be followed by rumors that it was his child that had been conceived that night.

With each passing year, they only grew more and more outlandish. But they came so often Yumi couldn’t help but dwell on them. She wasn’t so foolish as to think they were totally false. It was simply a fact that Mason had grown into a handsome man. His lanky frame had filled out perfectly leaving him tall and broad, and his boyish good looks had matured into a wondrous example of masculine charms. There was no doubt thousands of women who would happily lay with him. And given the wealth of flesh availed to him, she was sure her love had indulged more than once. It was only natural for a young man to sow a few wild oats in his youth.

She didn’t even really feel jealous. Alone in her head, Yumi could admit that she would gladly offer every part of her body to the young man. But she could not even bring herself to write that out in her diary. Even sitting too close to Mason would leave her blushing and stammering like a fool. So really it was for the best that he was receiving some satisfaction.

In fact, when she was alone in the dark of the night sometimes she would… Well, there were some things she would prefer not to admit even to herself.

But all of that came to a head one day in the spring of her eighteenth year. Yumi had been summoned to her parents’ solar by an unusually excited servant. There, with an all too self-satisfied grin, her father had announced that they had arranged a marriage for her. It broke her. The stinging tears almost escaped her eyes. She would need to stay strong, she was no longer a child. This was simply the burden of nobility. But when her mother spoke the name of her betrothed she wept.

It was the happiest moment of Yumi’s life. At least up to that point. That evening she wrote page after page into her diary, gushing like a madwoman. She would be married to Mason before the end of the summer. And even sooner they would be reunited again.

The chance to be with him, openly and honestly with no need to hide her feelings, felt like a gift from the gods themselves. The moment she confessed her love for him Yumi had felt like she was balancing on the edge of a cliff. And the moment he instantly reciprocated was as warm and secure as the embrace they shared. She was convinced these precious hours were half the reason she and her mother journeyed to the silver palace months ahead of the actual ceremony.

The other half, the official one, was so the two could help with the preparations for the wedding. Though in truth that task was monopolized by Junko and Tegan. Not that they were making some sort of attempt to cut the young couple out of their own wedding. The queens would come to them most days seeking some input, but their mothers were just so excited that they couldn’t help but do the heavy lifting.

Mason and Yumi couldn’t really complain. They were more than happy to spend those heady days not only with each other but also with the little circle of friends they had assembled over the years. Viviana, Princess-General and heir to the Silver Palace, took every opportunity to pop up behind them when they least expected it. It was mostly to torment her little brother with bawdy, “helpful,” advice for their wedding night. She took infinite pleasure in the way the two grew flustered, but when Mason was out of earshot she was sure to tell Yumi how happy she was to have her as a good-sister.

Of course, Viv did not find the two alone that often. Much of the time they were accompanied by Princess Vina. She had been sent by her father, King of The Spice Islands, to be fostered at the Silver Palace to help strengthen diplomatic relations. While they had only known each other for a few years, the two of them were already as close as sisters. (Or so they both imagined, given neither actually had a sister.) But that relationship actually cast a shadow over the upcoming nuptials. Vina was totally infatuated with Mason. Almost as much as Yumi herself. But much to her surprise her islander friend was not only not jealous, but she also seemed enthusiastic. Vina constantly, breathlessly spoke with Yumi about the wedding. She was almost as eager to help with preparations as the Queens, even insisting she help Yumi prepare on the morning before the ceremony.

And when it all became too much, Mason would guide her to the library so the two could have a moment of peace and quiet. Even then they would sometimes have pleasant company. Lady Zoey Bailey would often already be flipping through a musty tome when they arrived. She was a scholar who had enjoyed the patronage of the Sovereign Queens for several years. Officially her position was that of court tutor. But given both of the royal children’s age, she was really more of a historical advisor and something of an attendant to the erudite prince. The short, skinny, maladroit Yumi could never help but be a little intimidated by the tall, shapely, charming woman. But Lady Bailey had never been anything but patient and kind with her. And their conversations were always rather fascinating.

But those weren’t the only women Yumi noticed. As she walked through the halls with her fiancé her hazel eyes couldn’t help but notice little things. Like the way, all the ladies of the court seemed to always have their fans in hand when Mason was with her. And how they always seemed to be held in ways that communicated desire and love. Or how the serving girls would hover around him like hummingbirds flocking to honeysuckle. She had yet to see her prince’s goblet even half empty. And there was no missing how often the maids cleaned his personal chambers. There always seemed to be some comely, young lass dusting the already spotless shelves of his study, smiling coquettishly and bending over far more than was necessary or appropriate.

It should have boiled Yumi’s blood. Instead, it quickened her pulse. She should have been relieved when Mason barely even noticed these shameless antics. Instead, she was oddly disappointed. And above all else, she should have been determined to never give voice to any of these thoughts. But with each day she grew more and more tempted to confess everything to her love.

As she walked down the aisle though, none of that could really bother her. Mostly because Yumi was so happy that she couldn’t actively think of anything.

It was one of the few times the petite princess felt truly beautiful. Like the ceremony, her raiment was a blend of elements from both the traditions of her people and Mason’s. She wore a white kimono with the edge of the sleeves and skirt, as well as the exquisite obi, decorated with wisteria and camellia flowers. But she also wore a translucent veil over the intricate braids Vina had woven into her hair that morning. And while she carried a magnificent bouquet, it was made of the flowers of her homeland.

And she was hardly the only one dressed in their best. It felt like half of both kingdoms had turned up, each guest trying to outdo the others in sheer splendor and grandeur. And at the front were their families. On the left were Junko and Katsuo in fine kimonos of their own. On the right Rayen and Tegan stood in matching cloth-of-silver gowns. And standing before the dais where the two would exchange their vows was Viviana wearing ceremonial armor, ready to serve as the mortal witness for their union.

And finally on the dais itself was the love of her life. Mason stood tall and proud. Already imposing the high ground only made him seem every inch the king he would one day be. He was clad in a black doublet patterned with moss-green thread. His trousers were similarly dark as were the massive, polished boots on his feet. It may have been a somewhat maudlin outfit for a wedding. But it was offset by his shimmering silver cloak, the one he would drape around her tiny shoulders. With his golden waves and sapphire eyes sparkling in the temple’s light the youth looked like had been handcrafted by the goddesses of love he stood before. The marble statue of Áine and the colorful tapestry Benzaiten would both look down on them as they exchanged their vows.

The rest of the day would somehow pass by in a blur, while at the same time, Yumi felt like each moment was burned into her memory forever. They sealed their vows with their first kiss. Then came the revelries.

Nobles and aristocrats approached them throughout, offering well wishes and gifts. Most of those bled together. There were too many other things Yumi preferred to focus on. Like the way Mason’s cloak totally swallowed her little body. Or the goblet of hibiscus-infused mead she shared with him, and the way those indirect kisses came between the true ones. She also giggled during their first dance as husband and wife, it felt like they were only slightly more skilled now than when they shared their true first dance all those years ago. He had never really mastered his outsized frame, and she was distracted by a certain rather impressive pressure she felt against her midsection.

That stoked a wet fire within her core. One Yumi was eager to finally share with her new husband.

Though that could only come after the bedding ceremony. It was a raucous tradition where the couple would be paraded to their chambers. The male guests would undress and carry the bride, while the women did the same to the groom. It was a custom that terrified Yumi. But it was a small price to pay for one night with Mason, let alone a lifetime.

And yet all that worry was for not. When the time came the revelers announced that the time had come by singing, chanting, clanking together cups, and pounding on the tables. But when the men surrounded Yumi they made no attempt to strip her. They didn’t touch her at all, not even to pick her up. The motley regiment simply formed an honor guard, one armed with jugs of wine and all manner of noisemakers. It was a cacophony of ringing bells, blowing horns, and slurred, lewd songs that **** its way through the crowd before thankfully dying down once they were out of the grand hall. Enough that her escorts could offer some shocking suggestions. Some of which she made sure to remember.

Later she would confirm what she could only suspect at the time. That this was her husband’s doing. Though the blond youth did not receive the same gentle treatment.

Mason was not picked up either, but that was due to his sheer bulk. The tittering women that swarmed him certainly had no reservations in getting their hands on him. Some caressed him through his fine clothes. Others dragged him along by the hands. But most of the noble ladies didn’t have enough patience for that. Slender hands lunged from the whirling, feminine mass around him. They tugged at whatever hem, lace, button, or hook that was closest.

The doublet came off first. A young courtier with auburn that Yumi didn’t recognize twirled around with it. She buried her face in the soft velvet as she hugged it close to her rather impressive chest, lest one of her comrades snatch it away from her. And so it went for each article. The boots ended up with a quiet lass who sported raven hair and a bounteous bust. His silk shirt was shared between twin sisters with icy tresses, while the pants ended up in the hands of a woman with ebony skin and a colorful dress that hugged her wide hips. But then there was a scuffle as desperation seemed to overtake the mob. Perhaps because it was the final trophy available. Or perhaps it was the most desirable of them. In the end, though a tall lady with wild, red curls emerged victoriously. She twirled his breeks above her head, taunting her competition for a moment before stuffing them down the front of her dress for safekeeping.

A chorus of tipsy groans and shouts protested this blatantly unfair act. At least until the women around her husband seemed to realize the consolation prize available.

Yumi’s view of Mason was obstructed. His enchanting face, broad shoulders, and hirsute chest were all above the heads of most of his admirers. But beneath that, she only caught glimpses of inviting pale flesh. And the hands that stroked along each patch she saw. Some may have been jealous that every other woman in the castle saw her new husband’s nude form before she did. But Yumi could only stare, utterly enthralled by the sight.

A little groping was normal and acceptable during a bedding. It went along with the risqué jokes, ribald cat-calls, and shameless giggles. But this was ****. And it only grew less proper and restrained with each step the prince took.

The hands that ran over her love’s arms, chest, and back were joined by lips. Then tongues. Then teeth. It was only a matter of time until the first woman, blushing like a virgin, pulled Mason down and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a prominent, red mark behind. The next few he was pulled into were planted only a few inches from the first, but they grew bolder. His neck, chin, and ear were all peppered with increasingly lusty pecks. Until one of them finally planted her lips against his, while her tongue invaded the prince’s mouth.

A wild, libidinous energy rippled out from that action. It was like an all-queen beehive had been kicked. Every woman converged on him. They swirled as a single mass. Each taking turns with each part of his body. But they all tried to stay in front of him for as long as possible. Yumi couldn’t see it exactly, but she was not so innocent as to remain ignorant of what was happening just behind the wall of eager women. They were stroking his royal cock, often two or three at a time.

It seemed natural for things to go this far. Yumi knew just how hard it was to resist this man she was now bound to. Really she had no idea how women (real women not spineless, little girls like her) could ever not throw themselves at him. So if she had still been capable of forming coherent thoughts, she would have fully expected things to go farther.

The redhead that had ended up with his underwear earlier **** her way through the throng until she was able to look straight into Mason’s oceanic eyes. Then she dipped down out of sight. But there were enough context clues to let Yumi know what happened. There was a loud wet slurp that could just barely be heard over the wanton cheers of her compatriots. That finally earned a true reaction from her husband. His handsome face had been tinged red, but he seemed otherwise unfazed by the bacchanal he wound up in the center of. But now his eyes closed and a grateful sigh slipped free. After all, he had received a fair bit of teasing. The young prince doubtlessly needed a little real pleasure.

Whatever illusions of restraint remained shattered. Each woman took their turn bending over or crouching before him, each hungrier for his cock than the last. One woman took a few hastened steps to get ahead of Mason. Then, backpedaling, she hiked up her skirts to flash her doubtlessly soaked womanhood for him. From there it was a constant parade of pussies, tits, and asses being bared and shook for the tall prince’s pleasure. A few even took it further, grabbing one of his large hands and pulling it against their exposed flesh. It was a clear invitation to cup, fondle, finger, or spank anything he desired.

Yumi wasn’t conscious of much by that point. She felt her arousal as it trickled down her thighs. And she was vaguely aware of moving through the palace. But for the life of her, she had no idea just how close they were to Mason’s chambers. At least until she heard the shouting of a pair of palace guards.

They had been standing in front of the entrance to Mason’s room, one man and one woman. When the hoard, which was threatening to turn into an orgy, approached they swept forward to break it up. The men graciously stepped aside, shouting a few more words of encouragement to Yumi. The enraptured women either didn’t notice the guards or chose to ignore them. The two armored figures were **** to use the haft of their halberds to part the mob and “rescue” their prince. As the nude man was pulled away from them, Mason’s worshippers whined to and pleaded with the male sentry that blocked their advance. He could only chuckle and rebuff them with a handful of jokes.

The female guard was in a far more sour mood. She shot the women a venomous look. But Yumi couldn’t help but notice the way her sharp eyes drank in Mason’s nude form. Still, with the iron discipline of a soldier, she led the newlyweds into the bedchambers and shut the door.

The two were finally alone. Yumi could finally see her husband and all his glory. He was definitely a little ruffled. His fluffy, blond hair had been brushed neatly before the wedding, but now looked messier than it would have when he first woke up. There were colorful blotches scattered across his skin. Many were on his face and neck, but there was no small amount on his shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, hips, and even thighs. Some were little more than blobs, but others perfectly preserved the kisses that had teased his skin. But the greatest mess had been left on his manhood. It was slick from tip to base with the saliva of a dozen women, maybe more. There were a series of colorful rings left on his shaft, though none were further than about halfway down its insane length. Beneath the last of them, the lipstick turned back into kiss marks, with plenty more decorating his heavy royal jewels.

If the fact that her new husband was marked by the many women who would gladly take her place was not intimidating enough, the sheer majesty of Mason’s root was more than enough to shake a virgin like her. It was simply massive, Yumi swore it was larger than her own forearm. And it was so swollen and throbbing that it almost looked angry. As though it was mad about being cut off from the mouths that had been pleasuring it.

When she realized she was staring, Yumi looked up at Mason. Her smile was sheepish, despite the ache in her own loins and the attempt to steel herself. His own smile was a bit weak as well. It was almost apologetic, as though it was his fault that he had been accosted by a wanton mob.

But then the world just seemed to melt away. He stepped to her. Yumi craned her neck to look up at him. If only she was taller. Then Mason might not have needed to be so painfully far away when he leaned down to kiss her. She longed to press herself against his naked body. But at least his prodigious phallus could still press against her just above her obi.

The kiss stole her breath away, and her soul screamed out to him. Nothing would have made Yumi happier at that moment than for his powerful hands to rip the fine silks from her. To pin her tiny body beneath him. And claim her body. So she could finally, truly be claimed by him.

“Finally,” A familiar and highly exasperated voice called out. “I was starting to think you two may have just gotten impatient and started to fuck in the hallway.”

Yumi let out an undignified squeal, though Mason only calmly turned to face their new guests. She tried to hide behind his bulk like she was naked instead of him. But her giant husband made no attempt to cover his modesty. He was as unfazed as the interlopers.

They opened the door that connected to the prince’s private library. Three women walked through the door. First came Princess Vina. Her vibrant, flowy dress swished behind her as gamboled across through the threshold. She was followed shortly by Lady Bailey, dressed in a formfitting, lavender gown and shaking her head in amusement. And lastly came the woman who spoke. Her entrance was accompanied by the clanking of metal on the stone floor. Half of the polished, bejeweled, ceremonial armor was already gone, but another piece hit the ground with each step. And after pulling her breastplate off, Princess Viviana gave the newlyweds a cocksure grin.

Not one of the three seemed in any way bothered by Mason’s nudity. Even Vina openly ran her eyes over him. And Viv was completely unperturbed in seeing her brother’s throbbing manhood.

“Oh my. I see you had a pleasant bedding, your highness,” Lady Bailey tittered. Her shining blue eyes swept across his body, taking in the lipstick left on his bare skin.

“M-Mason? Wh-What are they d-doing here?” Yumi asked, glancing up at him.

“Going against my wishes,” Mason said coolly, locking his steely gaze on the trio and folding his arms over his broad chest. Vina and Zoey at least had the decency to look apologetic.

“I am sorry Mason,” Vina said, hands behind her back and eyes downcast. “I wanted to at least be able to offer my congratulations in person. And if you allowed us to stay I would not want to be the one left out.”

“And I assumed it would be prudent for us all to be present for this conversation. Well, all of us in the castle,” The blonde scholar said as she pulled the silk gloves from her hands.

“And I told them what I’m telling you. I have no obligation to respect my baby brother’s short-sighted wishes,” Viv explained as she worked to unbuckle her greaves. “Besides I told you to trust me, llorón. This is going to be perfect.”

When she rose from her knee, the copper-skinned princess gave Mason a raptorial smile. Then her brown eyes fell to where Yumi was peeking out from behind her new husband. A shiver ran up her spine. For just a moment it felt like her good-sister was looking through her skin and down to her soul. She shrank further behind Mason, but she still felt totally exposed.

And it didn’t help that nothing had answered her question. Nothing except her wild imagination that had been whispering to her all night.

“M-Mason?” Yumi whispered again. He sighed heavily through his nose as his thick arms dropped to his side. She didn’t want to step away from him, but Mason needed room to turn around. Though he thankfully stayed close as he kneeled before her. Even now a small voice in the back of her mind told Yumi to kiss him, given that it might be a while before his head was low enough to reach again. And it might have brushed away the concern on his face.

“Yumi I… Before we…” Mason’s words struggled to come out, but his eyes remained firmly locked on hers. “I didn’t know when I would get married. Or who I would be married to. And… I found myself in… relationships with other women.”

Of course, he had. Yumi felt an odd flutter in her chest. One that was echoed lower in her body. It reassured her that Mason would know what to do.

“You deserve to have my heart for your own. You deserve my fidelity. But I simply cannot turn my back on these women. Nor can my heart simply be walled off or be allowed to rot on the vine. My only hope is that you can forgive me. And that you will still believe me when: I say I love you, Yumi.”

She believed him. And she hardly needed to forgive him.

“I love you too, Mason.”

She wrapped her slender arms around his neck and pulled herself to him. This time Yumi couldn’t hold herself back, not that she wanted to. Taking a cue from a few of her guests she parted her lips. That was all it took. The feeling of Mason’s tongue in her mouth felt like an invasion. Except there was no resistance, she totally surrendered to him. And the rumble in his burly chest let her know that she made the right decision.

Then he picked her up. It was like she weighed nothing to him. His long, bulky arms plucked her like a freshly bloomed poppy. In fact, it was clear Mason could have easily done so one-handed. After all, the hand on her ass had no problem cradling her minuscule body as the other pressed Yumi tightly to his chest. That allowed her to feel the rumble in his chest. It also made sure she could feel his thick shaft trapped between them. She squirmed against it, hoping the silk would feel pleasant on his sensitive skin. And in no time at all, he was bucking his hips beneath her.

Every stitch of cloth on her felt wrong. Thankfully her husband was just as impatient as she was by that point. Mason lowered her back to the floor. Once there she stepped out of her wooden sandals. It was only then Yumi caught the whispers and giggles from the other women. But she didn’t catch any specific words. At least until one of them made an announcement.

“I think our noble bridegroom is in need of release,” Lady Bailey said coyly. Yumi wasn’t sure when they had moved behind her, but she had to agree. Mason’s cock was absurdly swollen and bobbing with his heartbeat. Its tip was drooling almost as much as she was looking at it. “Perhaps we should offer our services.”

Yumi stepped forward. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do, but she had some vague ideas. Though most of them, the best of them, were things he would actually do to her. Unfortunately, she was stopped mid-step by a pair of firm grips on her bony shoulders.

“Easy there, pequeñita,” Viv whispered in her ear. One of her shockingly strong arms hooked through Yumi’s elbows, effortlessly holding the tiny princess back. “Better leave this to us for now.”

A figure passed her on both her left and right. On one side came Vina. She was still clad in her multicolored dress that fluttered behind her like butterfly wings as walked up to Mason with a sparkling smile. Zoey on the other hand was completely in the buff. She strutted with utter confidence, swaying her waspish hips and shaking her blonde hair free from its bun.

They pressed themselves against Mason. Vina wrapped her right arm around as much of his barrel as she could. Her left hand swept through the hair on his chest, and wherever it went her soft lips followed soon after. It seemed her devout friend was thoroughly enjoying the chance to finally get her hands on Mason. Though it seemed Zoey was more tuned to their lover’s headspace. One hand pulled him down as she rose to the tips of her toes to kiss him. Her tongue instantly slipped between his lips making the blond youth groan. Or perhaps that was because her other hand grasped his massive cock. Her manicured fingers couldn’t encompass its girth, but Zoey wasn’t deterred. She started stroking his lipstick-stained shaft, taking advantage of the glistening saliva the other women had left behind. With that lubrication, she needn’t begin gently. Her hand instantly found a steady, swift tempo.

“Don’t worry we know it’s your wedding night. We have no intention of robbing you of that. Just let them take the edge off. It has been days since my brother could lay with a woman. And after all those lovely sluts threw themselves at him….” Viv chuckled to herself behind Yumi. “Well, have you ever seen a stallion mount a pony? Trust me. This is for the best.”

As it so happened, Yumi had never seen that. And the mental image it conjured left her a little intimidated but also feeling very, very… empty. But something occurred to her. Something that made her refind her missing voice.

“W-Wait! You and M-Mason…” She couldn’t truly form the sentence. Her mind felt like it was being pulled in five directions at once. But the derisive snort next to her ear let Yumi know she had gotten her point across.

“And why not?" Viv asked in a low, challenging voice. "We share no blood. And is there any man more worthy of my heart and body?"

The tawny woman's voice dropped to a low purr in Yumi's ear. They both knew the answer to that question. All it took was looking over at the two women already lavishing Mason with hungry kisses. It was an incredible sight, especially the way Vina's lips trailed ever lower along his abdomen.

Her veiled head began at his chest where her kisses were light and her nuzzling was more affectionate than passionate. But the lower she went the more her innocent facade fell away. Her tongue hungrily ran over the bare skin of his stomach. Then once she was satisfied, Vina kissed her way down his happy trail and lowered herself to her knees. Prostrated before him she took his hips in her hands. Her tongue lapped at his head, cleaning the glistening precum off of him. Then, staring up at Mason with her lovely, black eyes, she took his manhood into her mouth. Without looking away she bobbed along with the first third of his thick cock, slurping loudly enough to almost drown out Mason’s moans and Zoey’s salacious titters.

And there was another chuckle behind Yumi as well.

“Vina technically needs to preserve her chastity,” Viv explained with barely contained mirth. As the older woman spoke, Yumi felt a gentle series of tugs behind her. Her new sister-in-law (Sister-Wife?) was working at the complicated bow of her obi. “At least until I can convince our mothers that more than one wife would hardly be a problem for Mason.”

“And as usual, My Lord is holding back,” Zoey purred just loud enough for Yumi to hear. But there was no mistaking who she was really talking to. She told on the tips of her toes so her breath could hotly tickle the sensitive skin of his neck. And a single, graceful teased his chest. “Even though he knows that’s not what he needs. What any of us need.”

“She is right, my love,” Vina said, the cock popping out of her mouth. “You do not need to hold back on my regard.”

Mason sighed heavily, but seemingly contentedly as well. A tender smile formed on his face as he gazed down at the foreign princess beneath him. Before it suddenly twisted. His massive hands roughly clamped on either side of Vina’s head. With a firm yank and a rough thrust, he buried himself in her throat. Almost to the root.

His hips bucked as he rutted the girl’s face. Mason grit his teeth in primal satisfaction as he stared down at Vina. She tried to return the favor, but her watery eyes kept trying to roll back into her head. Yumi was totally consumed by the display of sexual vigor before her. The sight of his shaft stretching her lips, the glistening trail of saliva dribbling down her chin, and the way his heavy sack wetly slapped against her with each forward thrust captivated her eyes. The sounds of gagging and groaning filled her ears. And the musk of sex and arousal overwhelmed her nose.

And that included her own arousal.

“No small clothes? I can’t decide if that makes you a good girl or a naughty one,” Viv said loud enough for everyone to hear. It snapped Yumi from the trance she had been sinking into and realized that she had finally been free of the layers upon layers that had been covering her.

“I-It’s traditional,” Yumi weakly protested. She tried to look down at the floor, but that mostly just meant looking down at her nude form. And the wetness dripping down her inner thighs.

That was technically true. One wasn’t supposed to wear undergarments with a kimono. But that had just been the justification Yumi told herself. In truth, she had chosen to go without for the same reason she had shaved the hair between her legs. She wanted to be seen as desirable. As a woman. Mason’s woman.

Or rather, one of Mason’s women.

And it seemed to have worked. When she glanced back up, suddenly aware that she could no longer hide behind her braided hair, Yumi found Mason’s staring at her. His blue eyes pierced her flesh as he hungrily took in her slender form. It made her poor heart flutter, and her pussy desperately clenched around nothing. The tiny princess just felt so empty at that moment. She needed her husband inside of her. To feel herself stretched around that magnificent cock that was currently plunging in and out of her best friend’s throat.

Neither of them looked away from the other after that. Yumi was only dimly aware when Zoey lowered herself next to Vina. The gorgeous blonde planted a wet kiss on Mason’s balls. Then her tongue got to work, lapping at the pendulous orbs attempting to coax as much seed from them as possible. But it seemed their prince was well aware of what was going on. A rumbling, feral grunt lipped between his teeth.

“This is going to be good,” Viv whispered excitedly. She steered Yumi forward for a better look. And just in time too.

Mason pulled back just as suddenly as he had thrust forward. His spit-soaked cock slipped free, and Vina gasped for a long-overdue breath. But the normally modest girl would not be deterred from her devotions. Her graceful hands wrapped around his thick shaft and began pumping. Almost as soon as she began Zoey joined her. The two beautiful women, one still clothed the other without a stitch on, eagerly milked him. They pushed their faces together. They held out their tongues and stared up at him, black and blue eyes begging for his seed.

And he quickly granted their wish. Mason swallowed heavily and closed his eyes. A shuddering sigh slipped from his mouth as a visible shiver ran up his spine. The first blast of cum shot with such **** that Yumi could hear it splash when it hit Vina between the eyes. And while the others weren’t quite that forceful they had no problem giving both Vina and Zoey more than their fair share.

It was a sight unlike any Yumi had ever seen. Her friend and teacher… er, the court tutor, had both of their gorgeous faces glazed with thick globs of pearly cream. Even the inside of their mouths were coated. Marked as the territory of their man. Their prince. Yumi couldn’t help but rub her thighs together. Nor could she stop herself from licking her lips. She could practically taste his piquant cum in the air.

But before she could lose herself Yumi noticed where Mason was looking. Right at her. He stepped from around his two kneeling lovers and began to walk towards her. His cock, still throbbingly hard, bounced with each step. He uttered only two words.

“Your turn.”

A shrill beeping dragged Yumi back to reality like a pair of fishhooks to the ears. She groaned in frustration and rolled over. After a moment of blind groping, she found her glasses. Then made the arduous effort to pick up her phone and shut off the horrid noise. Yumi had always been much more of a night owl than an early bird, and she begrudged every sunrise. Sure she was surprisingly well-rested, but she had been having such a nice (and very vivid) dream.

Then it came back to her. Everything Mason had told her last night. The boat they were now in.

“It could be real,” Yumi muttered as she pulled the blanket over her red face. She knew there were far more important revelations to dwell on. Like how demons were apparently real. Or the fact that one of them wanted to use her boyfriend (Mason was her boyfriend! The thought still made her shiver every time it drifted through her mind.) and by proxy her, as porn. But that was the one she kept circling back to.

No, she probably wasn’t going to end up as a princess marrying a philandering, yet loving, prince. But that was just set dressing. Her fantasies were pretty fluid. Sometimes they were in a fantasy kingdom. Sometimes they were on a spaceship. More than once they had been superheroes. And they had probably spent almost as much time together in magic school as the real deal. (In her younger years it had been Hogwarts, but now that they were getting close to college Strixhaven felt more appropriate.)

And she had a hard time believing Mason would ever be interested in trying to seduce his sister. Yumi honestly couldn’t explain why Viviana showed up as often as she did in her fantasies, but she liked to blame it on some combination of how headstrong and bold Viv was and spillover from all the **** that tended to pop up in fan fiction and hentai she read. But like the setting, who exactly made the cut for the imaginary harem tended to be in flux. Some, like Vina, were mainstays. Others, like Ms. Bailey, were relatively new additions. In fact, at first, it wasn’t much of a harem. It was just Mason, Yumi, and…

Well, she didn’t really want to think about her.

Trying to think about something else Yumi noticed the familiar scent drifting through two layers of fabric to tickle her nostrils. She hadn’t changed out of her panties from last night. Partly because they were both cute and comfy. And partly because they were soaked in a combination of their juices. Having a part of Mason held against and within her felt so right. And it only made her pussy, left hot and hanging by her dream, all the more **** for some attention.

Her hand started to drift over her skinny tummy, but she caught herself just in time. Yumi threw off her blanket and sat upright. She still needed to take a shower, have breakfast, brush her teeth, double-check her backpack, and all the other little things that had to happen before she could officially call herself ready to go.

And she did not want to keep Mason waiting. After all, today had the potential to be a very exciting day.