Ok you get it.

Slavery is a thing that happens. The efficacy of prison terms on anyone but nobles who could be ransomed or serve as an example to other nobles is limited in the technologically developed point of the kingdom. Prisoners of war or criminals get tow options execution or slavery, sending them back to live their lives means a future combatant you have to fight again. Magic does make food production much easier however it's not even close to industrialization so there is a need for hands in fields. You get all that.

But there is big different between getting it and watching it up close. Which is why you are currently uncomfortably relaxing on a lounge out the front of the Palace with your Hanun waiting for Mary to finish her parade and come back. You'd been given a cup of wine and from how often it is check you are expected to be drinking, if that is because your discomfort is obvious or just because this is supposed to be a celebration you aren't sure. You don't partake either way. The looming 'trial' of the bandit leader is growing in your mind and you don't think being drunk for it would be a good idea.

"You should have a drink." Clare said pushing your cup to your lips. You do not follow her advice. "You know slavery is always a thing with sentient life. The only exception in this world are the elves because well they don't have any need for slaves, their sentient trees."

"I am very aware," you mutter putting your cup onto a table, "doesn't make it easier to deal with."

"No, but it does mean you have a choice." She said laying down on your lounge, spooning with you. Your arm warps around her stomach and pulls her into you out of romantic habit.

"And what choice is, oh right." You sigh against her. "I doubt I can just end slavery. Decree through might against culture has never worked."

"Says the man poised to marry at least one Princess." Clare replied snuggling against you. "Look Christopher I've been around a lot of world I've seen slavery of every type, for what it's worth this one's not that bad. There is no life enslavement, people work off their debt to society with, depending on circumstance, labour. When there sentence is served they are free, usually with a brand new method of earning money and an employer who is unlikely to get another **** unless there is an active war."

"Slavery isn't a main part of the economy?"

"There aren't enough wars to supply a steady stream of slaves, and petty crimes are usually dealt with by fine, banishment or some public form of corporal punishment. There just aren't enough criminals for slavery to be a driving **** of the economy."

"I take it that is down to the Revolt that Ana mentioned."

"I dunno." Clare shrugged against you pressing her lower half against you. "I only know that because I asked the others. Figured you'd come upon slavery sooner or later and have, pretty much this reaction." As she said that she reached between her legs to rub our crotch. "And I much prefer this reaction."

The fact your lower half was so ready to respond to her made you feel a bit betrayed. "Having a bit of an moral crisis here." You say.

"Then you shouldn't have worn the sexy tight leather pants. Remember what I once told you about my illusions."

"Huh?"

"How we could fuck in public without anyone seeing." She pulled your pants down, surprising you, the pants were stretcher to take off than you thought they were, you decided to not think about the connotations of Mary wanting you in easy to remove pants.

"Clare." You moaned as you felt her push you between her thighs. You are endless amazed by how warm she always is, and her consistent wetness. "Are you always wet?"

"What can I say, I'm a **** to your cock." She giggled and you reach up to flick her ear. "Hey."

"Not the time babe." You said back.

"Babe?" She looked over her shoulder at you with a raised eyebrow. "If you are doing pet names you know the one I'd prefer." She ground her hips, dragging her slit along your length.

"And what would that be?" You asked moving a hand down to cup her breast. "Sexy?" You kissed her neck and she leaned her head open for you with a disagreeing sigh. "Honey?" You pinched her nipple and you free hand moved under her to press her mound as you kept humping her thighs slowly. "Sweetie?" You ask shifting your hips to give yourself a more upwards thrust of your hips.

"Please." She moaned needfully, cupping the hand that was toying with her breast.

"oh I think I know it." Using your fingertips you pushed your cock head to press against her hole. "Sister." You whispered into her ear as you side inside her.

"Fuucckkkkkk." She groaned out as a miniature orgasm rocked her hips. "Cheating." She mumbled then leaned her head back to kiss you.

"Who is sexing who out of a moral crisis?" You ask, sinking to your base inside her.

"You un-ah-derestimate how **** I am f-for your cock, bro." She said back. "Few more minute-mm-s and it would a crisis."

"When we beat your sister am I going to have to do welfare checks to make sure you're eating and drinking?" Clare snickered when you finished talking and you lightly slapped her clit making her gasp bit giggle as you began thrusting in and out of her sopping hole.

"More." She moaned, grabbing your wrist and encouraging some more aggressive petting.

You built a rhythm, each time you bottomed out you give her clit a playful slap and she'd let out a sudden gasp. For as public as this was it felt very intimate. Cradling her in your arms as you pumped in and out of her, making her pussy clench around you as you slapped her clit, getting little gasps and groans that were almost quiet enough to not need any illusion to hide your fucking.

That quickly shifted when Clare changed position. Rolling you onto your back she grabbed your biceps for stability and rode you hard and fast. You were so lost in the fucking you didn't notice the approach.

"Would you like to join us?" Asune asked staring at you.

You looked at Clare who was still riding you and discovered a problem. There could be an illusion, or this could just be Asune being Asune and not caring about the public fucking. "Sorry?" You asked as Clare's fingers dug into your skin as she climaxed.

"You seemed distracted and Vatarie said not to disturb you." Asune's calm tone was not giving away her knowledge.

"Distracted?" You asked as Clare leaned forwards, letting go of your biceps to hold your knees.

Her ass clapped down on your hips so loud you almost didn't hear Asune's next comment, "Ana said you'd been asking about the parade, do you want me to explain it?" She was really trying to involve you in the group. You were actually really flustered by that, she was making an earnest effort to connect. Clare ass slamming down on your hips while she moaned about how her bother has the best cock was getting in the way of those efforts however.

"That's fine. I get it now." You grabbed Clare's ass in both hands feeling yourself getting close. The chatter from the rest of the waiting party was getting louder for some reason and it made the public fucking a lot more real. "I'm cumming!" You moaned as you spanked Clare's ass to make sure she was aware.

Clare shouted out. "Flood my womb with your brotherly cum. Fill my guts with your seed." Your balls tightened and you obeyed. Squeezing her wonderfully kneadable ass in both hands as you pulsed inside her. Her pussy clenched in time with you pulsing, milking you to make sure all you cum is in it rightly sisterly place.

"I'll wait then." Asune said in answer to your proclamation. You and Clare both laughed though you still weren't sure if she knew what was happening.

"You did put up the illusion right?" You ask pulling Clare back to lean against you and giving her a hug in the process.

"Illusion? Oh no I was just asking making conversation." Clare said happily. "Why did you want an illusion for that?"

It takes a half second to decide she is joking and give her a playful nibble on the neck as punishment. "Thanks. Sex does help getting the mind off a moral crisis. But it doesn't erase it."

"Well if it makes you feel any better," Clare said standing up and scooping some cum from between her legs to her mouth, "technically Ana had tried to enslave you far more permanently than any of the prisoners in that parade."

You watch her saunter off with a happy cock to her hips. "Thanks it really doesn't." You say back joining her and the others in a smaller circle. You still didn't drink but you did feel less sullen. The wait until the parade returns is pretty good. Clare keeps an eye on you to make sure you don't get sucked back into your head, the others do a wonderful job of keeping you engaged in converstation.

When Mary approaches the hill everyone stands and lines the carriage way. Aurora is waiting at the head of the, the Palace doors behind her, Ana is on her left, Isabelle beside her, you are on her right, with a notable space for Mary to stand by her mothers side.

Mary arrives, surprisingly on foot. You hadn't seen the parade start but you'd been assuming the soldiers and prisoners would be on foot while the officers and Mary would be on open carriages. Based on the faces of those currently walking behind Mary the opposite was true. Mary strode forth with the officers she'd promoted last night flanking her. The other soldier's who you recognized from the party formed neat single file lines behind them. Riding an impressive number of carriages and chariots were the rank and file, based on the uniforms. Mary reached her mother and dropped to a knee. The army behind her feel in line with her, the soldier's dismounted to kneel. Mary took her mothers hand and planted a kiss.

"Thank you for the privilege to serve Your Highness." Mary's voice carried so perfectly you had to check if there was magic being used, but no that was pure oratory skill. "I present." Mary stood and waved to those behind her. Riding out on an open chariot was a woman with light skin, fresh scars on her face, one reaching from her right eye down to her jaw, and arms. She had a resolved expression, not angry or sad just resolved. "The leader of the bandits we put down in your name." The chariot was brought to a halt next to Mary and you noticed the lack of any bindings on the women standing with in it. "Jennifer of Rivenwoods."

The woman stepped down from the chariot and glared at the queen not saying anything. "Then let her trial begin." There was a cheer and Mary came to stand beside her mother.