A Scandal of a Magical Sort Ch. 09

Chapter 9 - Hearts as Pure as Silver

For Mels, it felt like months since he left the Veins with Lady Evette, and years since he left the borders of Kelna. Yet, as he walked through the halls of the Sister's Bastion, he had to remind himself that it's only been about a week since leaving the Veins, and two since he's left Kelna. It baffled him how so much could happen in such a short amount of time. To ground himself, he reminded himself of how he got there.

I left with Aylala and Christi to solve some mystery involving the prince of Terrraminas, who turned out to be Corrupted. We then had to find an owlith connected to the prince and with her help track down the Corruption of some Nymph Heir in the north, which ended up nearly corrupting Christi. I then entered her mind, confessed to her, and now she has two personalities, kind of. And she can grow her breasts at will. We then tracked the Corruption to an underground cult, saved Evette from them, and managed to escape. And now, here we are in Alipi, the capital of Erasoris, receiving personal audience from the queen herself.

I think that's everything.

"Feels nice to have our efforts appreciated, huh?" Christi asked, interrupting his thoughts. She was leaning on his side, arm linked with his as they walked Aylala beside them, and Korgon and Gallard trailing closely behind. Mels couldn't deny her observations. Not only were they being given an armed escort through the castle, but they were all wearing shiny flowing robes that showed off their bodies nicely, gifted to them by the queen's best tailors, so they're told. When they had returned to Mizoleta's cave, they sent word to Erasoris with news of Lady Evette's safety. A few days after that, in which they were able to help the noble fully recover, a caravan of Erasorian guards and carriages arrived to return Evette to her home and to offer an escort to the Alipi.

Mels felt his cheeks flush at the memory of the trip, as he had agreed with Christi to roleplay as their long-missed constructs from their initial trip to Caphina.

"Yeah, it does," was all he could say, as he savored the warmth of Christi's body against his. "You were born here, right?"

"Well, not here in Alipi," she corrected. "But yes, I was born in Erasoris."

"That explains a lot, then," Korgon spoke up from behind. Mels turned to see he was wearing a cocky grin.

"Explains what, exactly?" Christi asked, matching his energy.

"Oh, nothing. Except that Mels here is a lucky man."

"You keep calling me lucky," Mels said, inserting his two cents. "But I think you're threatened."

"Threatened? " He said with a dismissive chuckle. "By what?"

Mels had a response prepared, but Christi covered for him by shifting her eyes purple, expanding her breasts, and shoving his arm in her cleavage. "Me, dummy!" she said proudly. Apparently, that response caused one of their guards to giggle to herself, catching Korgon's attention. He looked like he wanted to say more, but he settled for rolling his eyes and scoffing at them.

Not content to continue their walk in silence, Aylala spoke up. "Oh to be young again, right Gallard?"

"You mean that conversation actually made you nostalgic?" he grunted. "Eugh, so much drama. Can't stand anyone who isn't direct any more."

Aylala chuckled smoothly at his response as the group marched on. Korgon's words echoed in Mels' head as they passed by some open rooms and halls, greeted by sly grins from the men and shy giggles from the women. The way they were acting, and especially the way they were dressed, he was reminded of the patrons of the underground bar in Caphina. Clearly, the citizens of Erasoris seem to be a bit less shameless than those of Teraminas. His theory was confirmed when they finally reached the throne room.

When they entered, the group was met by a giant tapestry, which encompasses the entire wall, opposite the entrance. It seemed to be depicting humans battling in a river surrounding a grove with a single tree. Beneath the tree was an obscured, silhouette woman, looking up to the sun. In front of the tapestry sat the queen and her four children, along with her advisor.

"Bow before Her Majesty, Queen Odeli II and her kin, ruler of Erasoris!" one of the escorts shouted before they all bowed. The group followed suit, but Mels looked up to get a better look at Odeli and was met with wonderful eye candy. She relaxed in a gilded chair, a fluffy regal coat hanging off its back. Her legs were crossed as she looked down on them, folded hands resting on her bare thigh. The skimpy ocean blue dress she wore hung in drapes and was decorated with ornaments of blue and silver jewels. Its neckline was low enough to bare miles of cleavage to the world, as her enormous breasts threatened to fall out of her clothes. All of which was topped with baby blue eyes, braided graying hair, and a silver crown. The prince and princesses were dressed no better, sitting around her in similarly ornate chairs. One princess seemed to paying close attention to Mels himself and Christi, which finally caused him to embarrassingly look down at the floor.

"I see you've taken well to my gifts," she said with all the confidence and swagger of a queen. "They look good on you."

Mels blushed, not knowing who she was talking about. Thankfully, Aylala spoke up. "Thank you, your majesty. Your tailors are undoubtedly talented. We accept your gifts with humility and grace."

"Please, you speak like I've plucked you right off the streets. I am in your debt for your heroic rescue of Lady Evette. Rise, and face your queen." The group indeed stands at her request. She gestured them closer, stopping just a few feet before the thrones. Mels did his best to not lose himself in the queen's cleavage, even as Korgon stared.

"You've all done splendidly to contend with the Voices in the Mountain, taking down one of their chapters," Odeli continued. "They've been a thorn in our side for many years, encroaching from the Empire of Imasa. Efforts to recruit them for help have been slow, but they will receive my ire for their choice to let a noble of Erasori be kidnapped. And King Lanmond is no better in that regard." She pauses to think before clapping her hands. "But here I am, droning about politics. This is a day of celebration, our precious Lady Evette has returned, and for your victory, we shall feast!"

Her children cheered and the armored guards pounded the ground with the butt of their spears. The part joined in the cheers as well, including Christi, who jumped up against Mels. He took her in his arms, and it was only when he looked into her gleaming purple eyes did he felt a tinge of guilt pulled at his chest. Christi, in the interim, has expressed that she does mind when he's "distracted" by other girls, confessing to her own habit of looking at both men and women. He knew that should have eased him, but he still felt embarrassed whenever he glanced at a pair of bouncy tits or swaying ass. When he told that to Christi, she had said:

"Interesting, I can't recall any moment when the Stud of Kelna was embarrassed when looking at a woman."

But that was before I had confessed he had thought at the time, yet kept to himself. He knew it was silly, but he couldn't help but still look away whenever he caught himself looking. Whatever relationship he thought he would have with Christi, this surely wasn't what he was expecting. And he knew he needed time to ease into it.

Mels smiled at Christi, putting his worries in the back of his mind. Let's not think about that for now he thought. As the queen said, today is a day to celebrate. And I plan to give to Christi my best tonight.

Odeli held up a hand to silence the room. "Now, is there a dish any of you would like to see at the feast tonight? I will spare no expense."

"I think your tits on a silver platter will do nicely," Korgon blurted out. The room fell silent, and the tension in the air could be cut with a knife. The party looked at him with looks of shock and annoyance, all except for Aylala, who simply smirked at him. The queen and her kin seemed to also react positively, stifling their giggles.

"I'm sure they would," the queen said smoothly, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. "But I think my daughter, Princess Isabella, can surely appease your lust?" She gestured to her daughter on her right, who squeaked when her name was brought up. She covered her mouth, seemingly unaware that her arms were squishing her soft, head-sized breasts together.

Korgon stepped his back hoof twice in approval, and he bowed. "You're too generous, my queen."

Mels merely sighed. Ah, fuck me.

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He noticed that the wine was a bit stronger than he was used to, yet he did not stop sipping as he watched Christi play. He stood in an absolutely crowded ballroom, chatting and laughing the only way nobles could. The glistening floor was painted beautifully, reflecting the blue light of the massive arcane lamp that took the place of a chandelier. The other musicians played their own instruments beautifully, and joyous music filled the hall.

Yet all he could hear was Christi's lute.

Yeah, I'm drunk he thought as he chuckled to himself, going for another sip. His reverie was only mildly disturbed when Gallard bumped into him. When he looked, he noticed the old mage fumbling with his robes.

"Sorry," he muttered. "I guess I can't hold my drinks like I could."

"It's fine," Mels said before being entranced by Christi's lute once again. Focusing on her strumming, he could feel a tinge of holy magic with every note, as if the song she was playing was made for him. More drunken assumptions, he thought, as he swayed back and forth to the music. He almost didn't notice as a scrap of parchment was put into his hand. He looked to see Gallard smiling at him.

"Young love," he said, nodding his head to Christi's instrument before stumbling. Mels looked down to see it was a scriptomancy spell. A bit complex, but nothing he couldn't handle. Reading it, he looked up to Christi's lute - another gift from Odeli - taking a bit too long to study its gleaming, wooden surface. Long enough that Christi looked up to notice him, and stopped playing.

"Mels?" she said, watching as he walked over to her, close enough to trace his finger on the lute's face. He left scriptomancy runs as he went, copying the spell from Gallard's parchment. When he finished, Mels cast it, and the lute began to play itself.

Christi was stunned, allowing Mels to offer his hand to her. "Shall we?"

Her eyes shifted purple as she looked back to the other musicians, who nodded in encouragement. She was blushing when she looked back at him, beaming.

"Omigosh, omigosh, omigosh!" she squealed as she took his hand. Mels led her through the sea of guests, setting his wine glass on a passing platter, and took her other hand. Getting in a comfortable spot, he and Christi began to sway and dance with the others. They danced to the lute, and only to the lute, as they stepped and turned under the arcane light. Christi sighed as she went to lean her head on his chest, settling her head underneath his chin, surrendering fully to Mels' arms. They shared the warmth of not just their bodies but of their shared pool of holy fire as if they were sitting right before a burning hearth.

"You know," Christi said into his chest. "I've heard some stories from Aylala, that people in the House are actually, you know, together. And they can get so close, that they could hear each other's thoughts. Feel each other's heartbeats. Even on opposite sides of the world." She looked up into his soft, amber eyes. Hers was silver. "If you want, we can have that."

Mels felt something pry on his mind. Not the claws of Corruption, but soft, caressing hands, like being shaken awake by a dear friend. It was her, he knew. And he knew what she wanted from him: an answer. To say that he'll come with her back to the House of Sorisancta. She seemed so sure that, if he did that, the rest of their lives would be determined. And they would be together.

It should be so easy. Mels knew for certain that he wanted to be with her. As she laid her head on his chest again, he realized something. The prying at his mind, she wanted to know, but she gave control to Mels. She wanted him to say it. But since he confessed, since he stopped being the "stud of Kelna," he's let his control slip more and more, giving it to her. And he was happy to.

But without that control, he felt lost. He didn't know what he wanted.

Mels ran his fingers through her hair. She needed to know the truth. "Christi, I-"

A trumpet sounded through the hall, forcing everyone to turn to the hall's entrance. Korgon galloped into the hall, cheering, with a nude Princess Isabella sitting on his back. She blew into a trumpet as Korgon carved a path through the group of nobles. Mels noticed that the crowd didn't seem to be silenced into shock, but remained lively, a few even cheered on the couple. And the music kept on playing.

Korgon and the princess eventually came to a stop in front of Mels and Christi. The trumpet stayed glued to Isabella's lips, her face bright red as her pendulous breasts continued to jiggle and wobble. He couldn't help but notice a growing wet spot between her legs, pooling onto the centaur's back. She was cumming.

"If you're wondering, it was her idea, the kinky little minx," Korgon said proudly.

Mels remained silent as Christi spoke up. "So Queen Odeli was right then?"

Korgon sucked in a breadth of satisfaction. "You have no idea how soft her tits feel around a cock. Pure bliss."

Christi's eyes turned purple as her breasts inflated, completely popping out of her dress. "I think my Melsie has some idea. Right baby?"

At that moment, Mels felt the Christi's prying at his mind once more. It wasn't a desire for an answer like before. It was pure lust. And despite everything he felt that night, he decided to let it in, for her sake. He let Christi's burning lust overwhelm his mind.

And just like that he was sober.

"If you want you can show him," he said in a breathy voice, going to pinch a nipple.

"Melsie-poo, are you sure, with all these people around?" she said in a shy, squeaky voice as Mels groped her. He let his hands fall past her belly to between her thighs.

He smirked. "You're right, wouldn't want to make the princess jealous."

She giggled, leaning in close enough for a whisper. "Meet me in our chambers. I'll be right behind you."

With a parting smile and a kiss, Mels obeyed and began to wade through the crowd to the hall's exit. Just as he reached it, a hand landed on his shoulder, and he turned to see it belonged to Korgon. Isabella was still on his back.

"You're a lucky man, Mels," he said. He turned to walk down the hall, trotting as he did, causing Isabella to blow into her trumpet with every step.

Mels' sniggered and turned to start walking in the opposite direction. The buzz of the party slowly faded behind him as he walked through the halls, occasionally passing by couples too lost in their makeout sessions to notice him walking by. As he went on to climb the tower to their loaned bed chambers, Mels' anticipation and arousal grew, his imagination running wild with lewd possibilities. On some level, he knew that was Christi's influence in his mind, but he allowed it, heightening his already growing arousal.

When he reached the bedroom and passed through the doorway, the first thing he noticed was the lit fireplace, giving a warm ambiance to the room. The chamber itself was elegantly decorated with geometric shapes ingrained in its rugs, paintings, and the bed itself. Mels decided to sit himself at one of the chairs in front of the fire to wait. It was then he realized he felt a bit awkward, not knowing how to present himself for when Christi would enter. He appreciated the allowance of her absence to simply relax, letting the warmth of the hearth melt him to the chair. He would get comfortable enough to start masturbating through his robes, thinking of Christi's breasts around his cock.

By then he was fully erect, he watched as the seven-foot-tall figure of Aylala would walk through the chamber doors.

Whatever influence remained in his mind, he let overwhelm him so much that he resisted questioning why their owlith mentor strutted over to Mels, looking down at him with bedroom eyes. She would proceed to place her talons on the chair's back and bend forward enough to fill his vision with her cleavage.

"Were you expecting someone else, Meylissi?" she asked huskily. Tearing his eyes away to look into Aylala's he suddenly became fascinated with her owl-like eyes. Even half-lidded, her purple irises were easy to get lost in. And as he did, he felt a strong wave of comfort roll over him, and he smirked at the owlith's question.

"Is this Christi's idea?" he asked as he leaned back and watched her heavy, fur-covered bust sway back in forth in her dress.

Aylala nodded enthusiastically. "I talked with Christi at the party, and we both agreed, after your performance in the Veins, you should be rewarded. Handsomely." She fiddled with her dress, teasing her hard nipples through it. "So tonight, I am all yours. I hope you don't disappoint."

She began to free her breasts from her top, but Mels held up a hand to stop her. "You can take them out, but do so without your hands," he said smoothly. "And put on a show, if you don't mind."

Mels could swear she purred as she stepped before him, linking her arms behind her. As he hoped, he began to bounce in place. Miraculously, despite the resulting jiggles, her billowing tits remained in her dress for several seconds, providing wonderful eye candy as the dress was caught on her hard nipples. Eventually, her breasts would bounce out of her dress, causing it to fall off her shoulders and down her belly and arms, exposing her mildly chubby belly. Aylala would stop bouncing up and down, opting to shake her newly bare bust back and forth for him.

"On your knees, slut," he commanded as he leaned back in the chair. Aylala obeyed, kneeling before Mels as she groped her own chest and belly.

"How long have you waited to call me that?" she asked, as she licked her muzzle.

"Ever since I saw those whorish tits of yours, almost three years ago," he answered huskily. He did a come hither gesture with his finger, and the owlith crawled forward on her hands and knees, her breasts hanging enticingly down to the floor. She got close enough to place her head between his legs, eyeing his eight-inch erection as if it were a glass of water in a desert.

"Do want me to be your whore? Your personal cock sleeve?" she asked with a surprising whimper as she nuzzled against his covered cock like a cat. Even through his robes, he was amazed by just how soft her fur was.

"No," he answered as he petted her. "YOU want to."

With a moan, she gave a long, teasing lick to his covered cock, causing it to twitch. Mels, despite his exponentially growing arousal, remained stoic as she gingerly unwrapped his robes from his legs and crotch, leaving only a few straps to poorly cover her chest.

Looking up she leaned down to drag her tongue from his cock's base up to the tip, making sure he sees her lick his lips.

"Fuck my throat, Mels!" she said in a low, husky voice, betraying her age a bit. To entice her offer, she repeated her licks a few more times. Mels had to resist letting out a moan as he savored her warm, wet tongue. He grabbed feathers on the back of her head, pulling her away from his cock. She whimpered as she looked up at him with pleading eyes. He took a deep breath, channeling holy magic through his veins, allowing better management of his arousal. He then looked down at her with a knowing smirk.

"After all the teasing you've down over the years, you don't get to make demands," he said with king-like energy. "You can earn my cock by first wrapping your tits around it."