The Princesses Harem...?

You're not so sure that what you have just oversaw was a job interview or simply appointment to Elaina's personal harem, but regardless you're glad that everything seems to have gone over smoothly.

The position of Hand, which Elaina explained was to make sure your orders and interests are carried out at home and abroad, both militarily and politically, was the first, and the woman appointed seemed to you to be the most beautiful you'd ever seen in your life. She was shorter than either you or the princess, something like five foot two, and well rounded; her figure was full, but not plump or fat or whatever (not that you could find anything wrong with either body type, mind you), but her hips were wide, her ass full, and her thighs thick, mounted on the hourglass curve of her waistline and two rockin' D sized tits her corset and tunic could barely control. Smooth, young skin was dotted here and there with freckles, and red hair was braided in two fat pig tails down either shoulder. Green eyes, the kind that took your breath every time she called you "your majesty" punctuated the whole thing.

Elaina assured you that you'd be spending much time with her, this Lady Jane. You scoff at that, thinking there must be a more suitable title, but Elaina later explains that you have no lands of any sort to pledge to your new Hand, so Lady will have to suffice for the time, as it will with all your other appointees.

Lydia, the ringlets of sandy hair as smooth now as they were before your night with her, becomes your new Steward, and Elaina effectively hands her all of the castle's order and responsibility. It will be her job, the princess tells you, to ensure your meals are cooked, halls are cleaned, and... Well... Needs... Are met.

Great care has been placed in the selection of your Marshall as well, and a woman named Eleanor takes that position. She is lean, powerful, her body voluptuous, though not so much as Jane's, and stuffed into a dressy armor set. Her hair is blonde and pulled up into a but that you just imagine yourself grabbing ahold of and using like a suicide knob while you shove your cock down her throat. Elaina smiles, seemingly knowing what you're thinking, and ensures you that you'll spend a lot of time with Eleanor as well, probably any time you depart with the Hand, or the Chamberlain, or both, to any foreign march.

And speaking of Chamerberlains, Lady Rose becomes your last appointee for the day. She is thin and sheepish, with brunette hair and freckles that match Jane's own, but no matter her skinny frame you admire her beauty all the same.

With the court's job done for the day, Princess Elaina sends the new Council to the Throne forward with instructions to fill their open positions and make haste with getting the Kingdom of Tirel back in order, and so they depart.

You can't help but gawk at the little bulge under Lydia's shirt as she turns away grinning.

Elaina smiles, reaches over, and pats your lap. The girls in the court watch in a pregnant pause, hoping that she'll pat more than that, just so they can see a bulge in your breaches. They're all disappointed when Eliana retracts her hand and rises with you.

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That night, after the work for the day was done, all the appointments, the tour of your new keep, a walk of the (less than Stellar) walls surrounding the city so that you can see the sparse farms of the country side, you retire to Elaina's room with her again. She assures you that you'll be introduced into your own private quarters soon enough, once the old King's affects and so forth are removed and it is prepared for its new conqueror, but for now she's content to have you sleep with her.

Like actually sleep, not fuck her. But she does suck your dick like she made it up.

You're not sure what drives the princess, but once she has you stripped off you're pretty much at her mercy. You're not sure if you should like this or not, since weren't you supposed to be the dominant of the pair? But, you don't fuss, or fight, you let her work. She pushes you down on the edge of the bed, where you sit up with your feet on the floor, slightly leaned back, her hand tracing rock hard abs before stroking the cock that should make you pass out every time it gets hard but, somehow, miraculously doesn't, and then she sets to work.

Wetting the head with her tongue.

Taking in as much as she can, which at that length isn't much and a surprising amount all at the same time.

Stroking.

Holy fuck, the way she strokes. She sucks, wets it, cups your balls, and then pistons as tight fist up and down your shaft as she twists from side to side. The pleasure is blinding, and you lean further back, your legs jerking each time she replaces her supple lips over your member and sucks it all the way into the back of your throat. You wonder if it's magic or simple talent that allows her to rotate her eyes up to look at you while she does it, and she moans a little when you wrap your fingers in her hair and push her even further down on your junk.

Your grunts alert her that you're going to cum, and the stroking becomes more vigorous, until finally she slides to the side and with one more twist of your hand sends ropes of jizz splattering all over the floor in front of you. You moan, lay back, and listen to her marvel over the amount of spunk you've unleashed before calling down the hall for Lydia.

The girl, err, Steward... Stewardess...? Lady Lydia is more than happy to help Elaina clean up your mess. Her belly looks bigger in the moments before you drift off to sleep.

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The Small Council meeting is... Well, boring. At first. Plenty of formalities, appointees informing you and the Princess of who they've assigned in their respective charges to take care of what tasks.

You look at Lydia, remembering what you saw the night before. Her belly is _definitely _bigger. All the other women see you staring. Lady Jane even reaches over stroke the swell of the Stewards stomach. Your dick gets hard. You catch Lady Rose looking at the sudden bulge in your breeches.

"Now now, Ladies; there'll be time for that later." The Princess says with a smile. "We don't want to get too far ahead of ourselves, do we? There are matters to attend. Lady Jane? Would you like to cover what we discussed this morning?"

This morning? Where the hell were you? Oh, that's right; passed out naked still after the blowjob to end all blowjobs.

"If it pleases your Magesties." Lady Jane said, standing. She fumbled in the low cut front of her blouse and into her ample bosom before producing a folded peice of parchment. "There are a number of issues the Kingdom of Tirel must attend at once if we are to return ourselves to any sort of seat of power in the future. The farmlands suffer from a lack of seeds and work animals, and really all animals for that matter. Lady Rose informs me that there are barely enough animals to make it through to next winter, even if we begin breeding... "

One of the girls cough. Jane ignores her.

"...For husbandry, and future generations. The castle walls are in a terrible state of disrepair, which was also discussed by myself and Lady Rose, though we currently lack the manpower to form a working party of adequate size to bring up the amount of stone required from either the river or the mountains for the masons to fix them. The Kingdom of Orrel to the north, it seems, also owes the realm a sum of approximately one hundred thousand coin, which, as most of you know, is enough money for a full year's work, be it hiring hands to fix the wall, plow the fields..."

Another cough.

"...or pay Mercenaries so that we may feild a small army. On that note, Lady Eleanor and I have discussed our options fo dealing with the incursion of Firegoblins in the east most provinces. Once again, manpower is the deciding factor."

You sit there scratching your head as an idea begins to form. You're startled for a moment, as you know shit-all about farming, or fighting, or running a kingdom... Shit, anything really. But the body you now inhabit... Something is... Turning on in the back of your mind. You find that you're suddenly not as clueless, that you've inherited... Something. Someone else's knowledge, perhaps? Or maybe your magically provided body also come with a magically smart brain?

"Why does everyone want to conquer Tirel?" It's a genuine question that you ask, but you say it rhetorically, trying to mask that you have no idea. Lady Jane wastes no time answering.

"For the rich farmlands, your Majesty." She says. "The constant state of plunder and over farming has destroyed our agricultural background. If we could only find the ability to reestablish Tirel as the greatest supplier of food in all of Blackjewel..."

The world you now occupy, smart brain informs you.

"...We may stand a chance of fixing our economy and bolstering ourselves above a state of near constant conquest."

You nod. Your eyes turn to Elaina. There's something in her gaze; you think she's turned on by your sudden... Well, not renching of command, but you seem like you know what the fuck you're talking about all of a sudden.

And then, your dick swelling bigger with either confidence or arrogance you can't tell, you issue orders.

Lady Eleanor is to supply two escort parties. One to take an emissary to the Kingdom of Orrel to negotiate either the return of the lands they purchased years ago and never paid for or for the coin itself. She will also take stock of what size host she needs to drive out the Firegoblins, and while she's at it to scout the far edges of the kingdom for lands to either buy or seize.

Lady Rose is to take stock of all the farmers in the land and learn what they need to restart their farms at full strength, be it seeds, plows, animals, what-have-you. Any army regulars who are not busy scouting or planning the attack on the Firegoblins or escorting the nobility are to begin rebuilding degraded farms at once; fields, barns, grain silos, whatever.

Lady Lydia is to form a census of the Kingdom. Who is left, who can fight, farm (which Rose shall help with), men and women of able age, everything.

"I'll need a horse." You say to Lady Jane.