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  “I recognize this working, Shailendra? But how?” Mother asked awed, “This was set here when you were a boy, and no one detected it.”

  “Her Imperial Majesty Jasmine the Red Mask is Shailendra’s daughter,” I said, the knowledge stunning all three women, but none more so than mother.

  “Shailendra… that scheming bitch!” Her voice mixed with anger and respect. “She has tied her daughter into your power, ensuring the ritual can never be completed without the girl. You must either bind her or kill her Dainen, neither will be easy.”

  I knelt on the bed and pulled grandmother over and bent her over next to mother and Gretchen. I lined my cock up and slid it steely hardness into her soaking wet hole. The former queen moaned out and began grunting like a common whore as I fucked her deep. Turning to look at my mother’s concerned beautiful face I smiled.

  “Jasmine will be bound,” I said between thrusts, “Her mother has paved the way for it, and the Emperor has prepared the girl perfectly. Although I doubt, he has any idea of what is to come.”

  “You make an enemy of the most powerful man in the world,” Mother said the concern not leaving her face, "take care, my son."

  “I will deal with that old spider,” I said as grandmother came on my cock, soaking the sheets beneath. Gretchen was already bent over right beside grandmother, looking over one shoulder imploringly. Her wide ass before me and the gentle submissive look on her face gave me ideas.

  “Bring your mouth over here my Witch Queen, I’m not done with you.” Her concern disappearing into impish delight as mom slid between my legs and devoured my cock. Gretchen's face grew sad for a second until I slid a wet finger into her tight ass, then it twisted in surprise and a little fear. Grandmother pulled her into a deep kiss as I worked her ass, loosening the tight hole and working her up into a frenzy with a finger on her clit and teasing her pussy lips.

  “I claim you now completely my Protector,” I intoned as mother slid the tip of my cock to Gretchen’s tight spasming hole. It accepted my girth slowly as I eased into her, “I claim you, body and soul.”

  "I am yours, my King," Gretchen cried out in surprised pleasure as my cock invaded her body. She was filled with my dick more than ever before and as I pounded her down into the mattress, her body trapped and helpless she cried out, “My life! My soul is yours, no other man… ungh! Never will another touch me… Use me, my King! Use me to slake your lusts!"

  I ravaged the busty woman, slamming her down into the bed until we both came in screaming orgasms, magic and energies distorting the world around us, tying the two of us even tighter together. After we collapsed upon the bed, the four of us cuddling and resting through the rest of the night.

  Chapter Three

  The next morning when I awoke, I found the bed empty save for myself. Kneeling nude before the open window catching the last few moon rays as the sun rose, was mother. Her black hair and pale skin shone in the pale dawn light. At the sight of her gorgeous body, mine to take whenever I wished, make my cock throb even harder. With a smile she stood and turned to me, walking slowly to the bed, the gap between her thighs hinting at the bald treasure at their cleft.

  Without a word she climbed up on the mattress and crawled astride my body, sheathing me in her exquisite embrace. She sat back as she rode me, her back arched and the sun's morning rays alighting on her pale flesh, a goddess in form, I just lay there and let her tight pussy milk my cock as she took her pleasure from it.

  I felt her pussy walls beginning to spasm and the muscles in her face were trembling as her eyes shut tight in bliss. The orgasm rolling through her body in waves and as each passed a flash of magical power shot forth from her, funneled out and into some hidden working. As it passed, he opened her eyes and looked down at me with a lazy smile. She slipped to the side my cock still a raging boner, and I leaped upon her, trapping her small soft form beneath me. Feeling a shadow of the mad lust that had taken me the night before I drove into her with powerful thrusts, desperate to sate my lust in her. Mother coaxed the cum from my body, she whispered words hot in my ear and long nails trailing down my back. Her pussy became a vortex of pleasure that I felt myself drowning in. When my orgasm hit mother clamped her lips to mine, like a succubus she siphoned off some of my strength.

  “What are you doing?” I asked feeling the weakness suffusing my body.

  "It is time for you to learn something of that power you wield my son,” she said as she motioned to the far wall of her room. There a magical portal was taking shape, a great swirling purple whirlpool that sought to connect itself across space and time. “I have found a place for us to train, for all of us to train eventually.”

  “Where does it lead?” I asked in awe at the mighty sorceries at work.

  “To a hidden world on the astral plane. A place of the mind. Once home to a dragon, now abandoned.”

  “Where did the dragon go?” I asked.

  “Away," she said smiling mysteriously. On that ominous note, she slid out from under the covers and slipped her silk robe on. “You will return this afternoon so we can finish our work on the portal.” She sat at her desk, pulling a scroll over and leaning back in the sunlight, nearly nude as she read. Already forgotten I got out of her bed and as my foot hit the floor the servant's door opened silently and mothers two lovely maids slipped in. I could see Gretchen standing guard outside, a small smile on her face as she saw the dimpled grins of the two young girls.

  I stood there naked and let the girls clean me with damp cloths. When I got hard the little elf Vanla dropped to her knees, using her dexterous tongue and throat to quickly relieve me of my cum, while her friend slid a hand beneath Vanla’s skirt and panties, noisily fingering the elf’s tiny hole. They both took my cum across their faces, licking and sucking it off each other before dressing me. Sweet Serita sucking my cock clean and giving me a sexy wink before she let it slip free of her lips and tucked it away in my pants. My lusts more than sated, I headed out to my daily duties with Gretchen in toe.

  We left the throne room after another dull day of petitions and negotiations with different nobles. None it seemed, were willing to part with their small contingents of household guards. With my Counselor at my side, we were able to maneuver and cajole most everyone into relinquishing their troops for the call to arms.

  The most important news came in the form of a letter from the queen of Endil Vale. The Half-Elven Queen welcomed my invitation for a meeting of our courts but she was requesting it happen in the Shaded Valley on the border of our two nations. Grandmother and I shared triumphant smiles as I dictated our response. Letting the functionaries handle the details, Grandmother made certain that all due honors and ceremonies were carried out.

  I was exhausted in both body and mind that afternoon when Gretchen and I made our way up Mother's tower and after knocking entered her chamber. The inside of the room was like a horror fantasy scene. Vanla and Serita were there, each naked, tied and hanging from the ceiling by black leather straps. Vanla was tied facing up, her legs wide as she swung slightly from her straps. Above her facing down, face near Vanla's pussy was the dusky-skinned Serita, her legs spread by straps as well.

  Mother stood before a podium an ancient tome open upon it, one long black nail tracing words as she muttered to herself. She held up a finger when we entered and finished reading her passage. The two serving girls swinging slightly from their straps, each staring at me with desperate hunger, and submissive compliance.

  Gretchen began to undress me without saying a word. Unbuttoning my coat and shirt, hanging them from a chair, before she dropped to her knees and slipped free my pants and boots.

  "Come, my King," Mother intoned, "These girls are tied to the ritual, I need their energy to complete the portal."

  Gretchen held my big cock against the side of her face gently kissing the shaft as she gave me a wink. Then I strode forward, already feeling the magics pulling me. The rituals and spells my mother was using here were far beyond my ability to un
derstand. The magic was so complex and worked in so many spaces of reality that it was impossible to follow. What was clear to see from earlier, was how the spells were powered, by sexual release.

  I strode forward my cock filling with blood as I shoved it into the willing mouth of Serita. Her thick red slips sliding over the head and her throat bulging as the thick cock head slid down deep, stretching out her esophagus. Reaching up I was able to manipulate the women with the straps hanging down from the ceiling. I took hold of Vanla’s head and mashed it into Serita’s pussy, letting her lick and suck the other woman’s clit. My cock grew hard and firm as I ravaged the little dark-skinned woman’s throat, then I slipped free of her, watching her cough and dribble spit all over Vanla's pussy. I took my cock head and smeared the juices around, coating her pussy and asshole. Then I slid my dick into the elf’s pussy. A few hard thrusts and I could feel her tight walls convulsing on my cock, the magical energy swirling out of her and over into the portal. I spun the straps around and the girls rotated, bringing Vanla's pretty little face to my cock and having her suck off her cum.

  “Yes, my son!” The Queen Mother was watching, her face flushed, her dress pushed up. Between her legs, Gretchen worked tongue and fingers to bring her off. "Now claim them!"

  I pulled my cock from deep in Vanla’s throat and pressed the tip to the puckered little hole of Serita.

  “My King!” She cried out in surprise.

  “By claiming this hole,” is said, my cock slick from Vanla's throat stretching the serving girls tiny hole. “I claim your body and soul Serita,” The words had power to them, and I felt the girl relaxing, long-held fears of being set aside or fired leaving her. "No other man will touch you save by my leave, you will never know sickness, and you will always have a home here with us.”

  “Yes, my King!” the girl cried out, “I feel you! Feel you piercing my heart and soul!”

  I fucked the girl with slow strong strokes and felt her little butt shivering and shaking beneath me as she moaned out in pleasure. Vanla’s tongue teasing her clit, soon had her exploding in orgasm a wave of energy leaving her and flowing to the portal. I withdrew my cock and spun the girls back around, the tip pressing to Vanla’s tiny pink elven anus.

  “By claiming this hole…” I took her as well. Binding the two servants to myself, each now tied to the Harem. My orgasm when I came had my toes curling and left me lightheaded. I was buried deep in the bowels of the tiny elf, feeling her slide back into me as mother orgasmed before me, riding Gretchen's race.

  The portal flared wide and then returned to its former shape, now a solid and static thing. Held in place by Mother ritual. Standing Mother stripped free her clothing and walked through her eyes alight with excitement and determination.

  “Come Dainen,” She reached back and took my hand leading us across the threshold and into wonder, "the rest of you must stay for now," she said absently.

  I cannot speak much about my time in the astral plane with Mother. Not here and now. That tale will have to wait. Let us just say it was a world of the mind, and mother trained mine in the aspects of my magic she knew.

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  For the next three weeks, I would spend hours of our world's time every day in that strange place. While there months and weeks would pass as she ground me down mentally, forcing me to stretch myself in ways I never had before. Learning new limits of endurance and mental agility. One thing I learned during that time was respect for my Mother’s great intellect and natural affinity for the arts of magic. Witch, I had named her, but Arch Magus she could have been if she had been called to a different destiny.

  Those few weeks were a hectic time in the castle. The servants and councilors met regularly, planning the meeting to come with Endil Vale. There were a lot of preparations to make and this being the first Royal Procession in decades, they were working through problems as they planned. I didn’t concern myself with the logistics, instead burying myself with advisors and grandmother, as we talked and debated our foreign policy strategy.

  I would sit quietly in the meetings, letting others speak, listening to each side. Asking pointed questions when appropriate, I found I could get better ideas out of my people when they worked in teams than if I tried to think of everything myself. I learned much about my advisors over those few weeks, learning their strengths and weaknesses. Working to place them where they would be most useful and most helpful.

  The investigation into the assassination attempt was ongoing and the evidence pointed more and more to my original thought; that the assassin came from within my court. Lady Hornsby’s face grew white whenever I caught her eyes and I could almost read the guilty thoughts in her mind. I kept my suspicions to myself, deciding that the threat was weak and the information could be useful. I had never even brought up to the princess that we had found a Fang of the Emperor on the assassin. I still carried the blade, secreted on my person.

  The Imperial Princess was an entirely different problem, and one I relished solving. Beginning the day after Mother was inducted into the Harem, I found the princess attended by her guards and ladies, out in the gardens. Raising a hand, I motioned for Gretchen, my ever-present shadow to wait at the entrance to the gardens. Seeing me approach alone, the princesses attendants and guards withdrew with precise bows, for the both of us. Hers just a touch deeper than mine.

  “Good morning, Princess,” I said our eyes locked upon one another’s as I drew closer.

  “And to you your Majesty,” I could hear the amusement in her musical voice. I felt a thrill run through my being, just being near her set my soul singing.

  “Have you had a chance to see the Blue Rose?” I asked her.

  “No, your Majesty, although I have heard tales of it.”

  “The flowers origin is a mystery,” I said offering her my arm. I heard murmurs from her attendants of shock as she took my proffered arm. I lead her out of the gardens and around the castle and down a spiraling staircase that lead deep underground. Her attendants and servants stayed close behind, making sure that we never left their sight.

  “My great grandfather discovered it down here nearly one hundred years ago.”

  “This castle has existed for far longer,” The princess said curious, “did none know of its existence before then?”

  “One day a crack suddenly appeared in the foundation of this castle, or so the legend goes. My great grandfather took out his sword and a torch and explored the crack himself upon discovering it. The crack turned into a tunnel that leads down and down, until…" I turned the corner and we stepped into a round chamber. I heard the princess breath catching in her throat and she froze in the entrance one hand before her veiled mouth. "He found this."

  Before us stood a perfect round room with a domed ceiling. In the center of the room sat a small marble pillar and impossibly a single-stemmed rose grew from its domed peak. The plants' roots buried in marble. Two delicate green leaves standing out from its thorn-covered stem. The roses bud was un flowered, still wrapped tight about itself, its blue petals glowing with deep inner magic, small sparks multi-hued and quickly fading shot out of the tip of the bud. The pool around the marble pillar was a deep pink color and glowed faintly, barely illuminating the rock edge more than a few inches.

  “What is it?” The princess asked, her servants and guards peaking around her into the chamber.

  “No one knows,” I said shaking my head, “That it is an artifact of power there is no doubt. But sorcerers and mages from all over the world studied it in the early days and none had a convincing theory. Now it’s mostly forgotten.”

  “It’s beautiful,” turning to look at me I saw her eyes smile, “Thank you for showing it to me your majesty.”

  “There are other wonders in my small kingdom, both great and small.” I said uncaring of who heard us, "I would show them all to you, my princess." My hand closed on hers and hers on mine. The warmth flowing from her lit a fire in my heart.

  "I would love that, my King."r />
  Stunned silence from her attendants at her words but we both ignored it and continued with our conversation and tour. The flirtation was evident for all to see during our walks and I found myself falling for the woman over our many walks on the grounds and the nearby woods. I spent hours with the Princess each day and found more to love about her the more time I spent with her. She had a dry humor and was quick with a quip, though often would feel nervous around crowds. Of the famed assassin Red Mask, I saw little, but of the woman Jasmine I learned much.

  None in my court would say a thing to me, each knew I walked a razor wire by courting the Imperial Princess, the most sought-after bride in all the world. Most thought me audacious I and perhaps a touch foolish. In truth I cared little what others thought of my actions, let them gossip and wonder. The one thing that tempered my rapidly blossoming love, were the evenings spent in my bedchamber.

  Each evening a woman from my Harem would entertain me. Mother would bring her two servants Vanla and Serita, while Grandmother often brought Betta and Yuna. I bound Betta and Yuna to me that second night, taking each of their asses and linking their souls to the Harem as I had with the others. Grandmother, Gretchen, and Mother would rotate through the week and on the seventh day all three of them would come to me and we would have a foursome of epic proportions. I would detail each of these encounters, except my tale would grow far too unwieldy for all the wild fucking and sucking.

  One night that stood out was at the beginning of the second week when Gretchen came to me. She brought a set of grimy woolen clothes and when I inquired what they were for, she told me to put them on, she had a surprise. I dressed in the homespun and looking at my stand mirror saw myself as a peasant and rather liked the image. Perhaps one day, I remember thinking to myself, I can put all this ceremony and responsibility aside and live a quiet life. The weight of my people's safety was a great responsibility and I worried about it in the hands of anyone else, so I knew it was just wishful thinking.