Sorceress Isabella

In the castle itself though, there was much excitement. Queen Victori delivered her child to King Horace of Koralin directly on schedule and to the date the doctors had deduced. A brand new, healthy Prince entered the royal court, where he was promptly named Taro and became the talk of the Kingdom. Horace was ecstatic, declaring a nationwide holiday and a reprieve on taxes for a week. His citizens rejoiced. Prince Henry remained the crown Prince, and was said to be quite enamored of his younger brother as well. Victori was an ever doting mother and often took care of the duties of raising her child herself, only letting her three handmaiden's help when needed.

For Isabella however it was a frustrating time. Her understanding of language was severely hampering her progress in the magical realm. She was often barely unable to read a page, sometimes only understanding a few words here or there while the rest looked like gibberish. The other problem was the book was written in several languages, including the high elvish language from across the sea to the elden tongue spoken by only the ancestors and now long forgotten. Well, no one alive Isabella knew. Even Victori was little help. Often they would talk when they were alone, Isabella asking for help but Victori was unable too.

"I learnt what I needed, no more. What you need is a Sorceress or a Mage. Even a scholar."

One of these would have been able to help. But they were rare to be seen, let alone arrive in court during this time of the year. If she had been able to find one they may have been able to translate everything for her, teach her spells, set her off on the right path. But it was not too be. Besides learning how to grow a cock, it turned out that Victori was next to useless. She thought she could work around a few with the spells with her limited language skills, but that was the problem with casting: she had absolutely zero magical ability.

She'd tried a mid-range spell for the first couple of weeks. Trying to cast light. Hours and hours had she stood in her room, going over and over the spell, with no result. Defeated she had dropped to an easier spell, than an easier one, and then the simplest she could find: to cast a spark. After nearly a month she could do it, but only after sweating profusely for hours and concentrating single mindedly. Her worst fears were being realized: even if she could learn a spell to make Henry fall in love with her, she may never be able to cast it.

Even Henry seemed to have disappeared from her life. He and Sir Michael were rarely seen walking amongst the castle. Occasionally they would venture out on horseback to do some hunting during the rare hours of daylight in the snow, but even then, they would return promptly. The weather was keeping everyone indoors. They kept to themselves, practicing sword fighting or playing cards in the hall or up in Henry's bed chambers drinking and lounging about. Isabella hadn't been able to sneak a peek at him bathing since that first time, and her frustration at the situation was mounting.

She had been troubled by this thought for weeks about her lack of progress and it was starting to come to a head. Working for Victori kept her mind off things as best she could, as well as their daily sexual congress. But Isabella craved Henry, and she was becoming more and more open about it. Especially now that her chance to make the goal happen was in reach. Impatience was setting in and making her moody.

Today though a large entourage had braced the cold winter's day and had set out from the castle. The King and Queen were accompanied by the Prince and a retinue of soldiers guarding them all, as well as courtiers, statesmen and the King's council. They were to travel north for two days, reaching their Kingdom's borders, where they were to receive a caravan of royalty from the Empire of Logicia. Queen Skye had reached out to King Horace, for what details Isabella did not know, but it seemed to be a huge deal. There were whispers of pacts, deals and marriages, but that was all standard court gossip. She suspected she would know the full details when both parties met on the border. Even Victori was keeping hush.

And so, they travelled in carriages through snow laden roads, through forests and down through the valleys, the soldiers on horseback on every side. The King and his council rode in a separate carriage in the lead, discussing politics and strategy. There was a second carriage in the middle, which other higher-ranking members of the court occupied, annoyed they weren't in the first carriage and no doubt scheming to find a way into the King's inner circle. The last carriage was for the Queen and her handmaiden's. Poppy had stayed behind in the castle, wet nursing the new young Prince, happy to be home in the warmth. Isabella and Margaret rode with the Queen on this journey, their carriage secure. Armed and defended from any attack, with the windows and doors fully locked, it kept the warmth and made sure no eyes could look in. Perfect for a long ride with nothing to do.

Victori, as always, made sure they made good use of their time. Her libido was as ravenous as during her pregnancy, and often she would fuck herself into exhaustion. Her stamina had returned since the birth and she could go for hours, quickly outdoing the girls every time. Luckily between the three girls they were able to take turns with her, but they still got their exercise out of it. Isabella was starting to lose all the weight around her hips, slimming down. She didn't mind that actually. But with only the two of them on this trip, it was difficult to keep the Queen sedated. Isabella was starting to think the Queen's consistent use of sexual magic may have something to do with it.

As it was right now, the Queen sat on the couch along the back of the carriage, her dress pulled up to her hips, her lady cock rigid and striking to the sky, her balls the size of oranges, churning with cum inside. Victori kept her cock at all times now, except for her nights with the King, where she would magic it away. Isabella suspected the King still had no idea what the Queen was capable of. He seemed to be a bit of an old fool when it came to woman. Merely a womb for Prince's. Isabella was seated upon the Queen, her own dress pulled aside, and currently had most of the length of Victori's cock speared within her ass. Isabella felt the warmth of the cock within her, spreading her insides, feeling content and full as she always did these days when Victori was inside her. She no longer needed any stimulation on her cunt or her little nub at the top to cum; ass fuckings alone brought her always over the edge.

Despite that though Margaret was on her knees, bent before the two women, her face buried within the two girls thighs. She was alternating between the two girl's cunts and Victori's balls, lapping and sucking and fondling them over and over again, while Isabella rode her Queen like a rider on a horse. She bounced up and down on her shaft, her cock ramming itself within her intestines, as the carriage continued on along the muddy road.

"What is... uuunnngghhh... what is Queen Skye - oh fuck, just there... what is Queen Skye like?" Isabella was just able to get out her words as she pistoned herself up and down on the Queen's cock. The constant movement and jostling from the carriage was adding to her own pleasure, the unexpected lurches allowing the young handmaiden to bury herself even further on top of the Queen. A particularly sizeable bump had let all ten, thick inches of Victori's cock reach as far inside her as was capable, and Isabella could feel her pussy dripping from the ambush. She'd grabbed Margaret's head, who had just been steadily suckling on Victori's balls for the last few minutes, and guided her back up to her slit, where she was delightfully sucking up her juices.

"She's a warrior Queen. It's been a matriarchal society for centuries. The Queens maintain their position through warfare, be it within their own ruling families or attacking the neighboring lands... oh, that's it, your ass is so loose for me now, I bet I could stick both my fists through you! Mmmmm, Margaret, suck my balls again, I want to put a huge load inside Isabella. That's it, just like that, suckle them mmmmmmm... anyway, where was I? Oh yes, Queen Skye. The last couple of rulers of Logicia have been reprimanded for conceived weakness from within. Their lands have shrunk, civil wars devastated them, and now famine have hit the country. Skye took control by rallying many of the remaining families and killing the last Queen and her standing army. It was said so much blood was spilled on that night that the rivers in the Empire ran red for a week."

Victori gave each of Isabella's ass cheeks a firm slap, watching the flesh roll from the newly red hand prints on the handmaiden's rear. Isabella had her hands on Victori's thighs, using them to help with leverage as she continued to pound herself on the Queen's cock. She moaned with every thrust, enjoying the delight of being filled back there and stretched out. She couldn't wait to ride Prince Henry's cock just like this. Soon, she told herself. She'd find the right translation soon.

Margaret, an apple sized testicle being hungrily devoured between her lips, had snaked a hand underneath Victori's turgid ball sack to find Victori's wet slit. Just as precum was leaking out of the tip of her cock inside Isabella, her own girl cum was sloshing out of her cunt, dampening her ball sack and inner thighs. Margaret let her fingers roam up before she inserted two fingers quickly inside her slit, slipping inside with ease thanks to Victori's arousal. Now it was the Queen's turn to moan as all of her was being aroused simultaneously.

"What... urgghhnn... does the Queen... urghhhh fuck... Look like? Fuck I'm so close." Isabella could feel the orgasm rising deep inside her. It was never as quick when she was fucked in her rear. It was always slower, taking time, but it was always infinitely more powerful than if she was just eaten out or her pleasure nub played with. The orgasm was always stronger, lasted longer, and left her in a fit of delirium. She could only imagine what an orgasm would be like when she would lose her proper virginity. To lose it to Prince Henry's cock inside her, blasting her womb with his seed...

"Good Isabella, I'm going to make you cum ever so much with my cock. That's it, my good girl, ride me. Don't stop. Bounce upon your Queen's cock like a good girl... The Queen, as you asked, has been mistaken for a man on a few occasions. But don't let that fool you, I hear when she is properly bathed and in courtly attire, she can be a thing of beauty. But primarily she is known to only wear her battle armor, sword by her side and her hair a stormy mess. Her strength is known to rival that of any knight." Victori reached up now, her hands encircling Isabella's waist, to find those firm orbs mounted high upon her chest. And find them Victori did, giving each breast a firm squeeze, before she found the little nubs pointing out on each of them. Putting both of them between her forefinger and thumb, she pulled, eliciting a gasp from Isabella.

"Oh my Queen! Oh, they're so sensitive!" Victori's momentary assault on her nipples had stopped their fucking, Isabella paused halfway up on the Queen's cock. A quick thrust of Victori's hips however drove her cock back up Isabella's rear, which promptly reminded her to get back to her duty. Isabella once again resumed her fucking of Victori, gasps and mutterings of "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" spilling out of her lips as Victori refused to let go of her nipples.

"The Queen's lust for battle is only matched by her want for flesh. She's been described as a deviant by many, but she's just a woman in a man's world. No one cares about a King having multiple wives or his own harem. It's said Queen Skye will go through ten to twenty women a night! Oh yes, thankyou Margaret, just like that, knead my balls. They're so heavy and full!" Margaret had moved on to Victori's neglected testicle now, while with the other she kneaded the free orb with her hand which currently wasn't buried in the Queen's snatch. As Margaret kneaded that fleshy sack, she could even hear the sloshing of cum, ready to be released soon into Isabella's ass.

"W-w-women? Y-y-your ma-jes-ty?" Isabella was breathing hard. Victori pulled her nipples even harder, making tents of her breasts. The little handmaiden was becoming quite the little pain slut. The Queen felt her cock swell with the thought of exploring that further.

"Of course, my dear. She's the head of a matriarch. You didn't think they brought me, and my wonderful handmaiden's all the way here just to be pretty window dressing? We are to ensure the deal between our two nations goes forward, by any means necessary!"

Victori felt it now. The unmistaken clench of Isabella's ass. Her fingers digging tightly into her thighs. The holding of her breath. Isabella leaned back, arching her back, her head alongside Victori's now, as she finally tipped over to orgasm. She grunted, sweated, like a woman possessed as her whole body shook through it, pleasure coursing through her. Victori pulled her nipples even harder and with a snap released them. Isabella's eyes bulged before they rolled back into her head, grunting through a higher wave of orgasm as her knees buckled and she laid firmly on Victori's chest.

The sight of Isabella breaking was enough to push Victori over. Anytime her girls came was like an addiction to her. It always made her want to blow her load the second she saw them collapse into joy. Margaret pushed four fingers now into Victori's snatch, her sucking of the Queen's balls warm and delicious, and Victori felt her orgasm hit. From her sack the cum sloshed and shot out, racing up her turgid length, causing it to expand even further within Isabella's already abused sphincter. It ran all the way up and exploded out of the tip, shooting out into the handmaiden's bowels like an overflowing river.

Both women cried out into the cabin, not caring about the guards who may have been listening on horseback next to the carriage, as both of them held each other in coital bliss. Isabella came down from her orgasm first, body shaking momentarily, as Isabella's cock shot rope after rope of magical girl cum inside her. Her belly had developed a paunch, slowly rising, so she had a little bit of a fat belly, as the enormity of the orgasm blasted inside her. Finally, when she was starting to look like the early stages of being with child, Victori finally ran out of cum, and exasperated the girls were spent, another solid fucking done for now on their long journey north.

The caravan continued on for the next few hours, the sun dipping down the sky as night approached. Hours had gone by, yet the girls were roughly still in the same position. Margaret had stretched herself out on the far couch by the front of the carriage, dozing lightly under a rug as the carriage continued to trek through the snowy roads. Victori and Isabella were curled up on the back couch, Victori cuddling Isabella like a big spoon. The Queen had fallen asleep straight away after their last fucking, though had failed to remove her magical cock from Isabella's rear. Isabella had let it remain inside her, happy and content rather than it feeling like an intrusion. It felt comfortable and oddly reassuring to have the Queen impaled and resting inside her. Plus it kept her plugged and didn't allow the deluge of girl cum to slide out of her abused and destroyed rear.

While the Queen dozed, Isabella continued to read her book on magic. She'd brought it with her, she was never without it these days, as she continued in her quest to understand and learn. She was reading the page now that the Queen had used, and now used frequently, to allow herself to grow her cock. The Queen had translated the writing as best she could, knowing the incantation of by heart. By using a method of deduction, Isabella would take the words she knew on this page, and apply them to others, trying to crack the languages like a code. So far, it was taking too long.

As she flipped through the pages, her mind still sleepy from her fucking, she saw a few words here and there she recognized. Cock. Penis. Magic. Transformation. Nothing ground breaking. Here and there she found a few she'd been able to discern herself. Fertility. Royalty. Sacrifice. As she got towards the end, she got to the part of the book Victori had warned her about. This was all to do with summoning. Victori had told her tales she had heard of people summoning creatures from beyond. It never went the way they hoped. The beings would either betray them, take their souls or twist the human's commands in a way that would benefit the creature. Isabella snuggled up further into Victori, pushing her ass into the Queen's groin, feeling her cock slide just a little further inside her. With a blanket over them, and Victori's cock keeping her warm inside, Isabella flipped through the forbidden pages.

There were drawings on all the pages, designs of the creatures that would be summoned once the incantations were said and the ritual performed. She saw women with wings and tails, she had heard they were called succubus. There were more traditional demons, all sporting huge cocks the size of a man's leg! There balls fell almost the floor, larger than an adult's head, and she found them most terrifying. There were other beasts as well, orc like creatures, snakes with human features, all designed to erase a foe or provide some elixir for the summoner in question.

As she marveled at the pictures and the writings, she found herself on the last page, somewhere she had never been before. Stunned, she realized it was written in the common tongue! It was fully legible to her! She had not encountered this on any pages in the tome so far. There was an image of what Isabella could only describe as a cloud, with what appeared to be human like body features appearing amongst it. The page was black with gold writing, while the image of the beast itself was blue at the top of the page. Underneath it was the title: Geanee.

Isabella read the description, her heart skipping a beat.

"The Geanee is the most powerful creature, able to grant wishes three to the summoner who calls it forward. Three and three only, from the power to gift life and take it away. Fortunes can be wished for, wisdom, even lovers. But beware! The creature is capricious. The summoner must be strong with their wish, for the Geanee will play games."

Lovers could be wished for! Isabella didn't even care for that final warning. Her goal could be granted by the Geanee! Below that description was the ritual. One was required to be naked, covering their body in a serious of tattoos, before casting the Geanee forth with a simple spell to be done at midnight. Isabella could do that!

Before she could read any further, she felt Victori stir behind her. She slammed the book shut, heart thundering in place, as she placed the book on the ground, pretending to be asleep. Her heart couldn't stop pounding, and now she felt herself covered in sweat. This was it! This was her chance!

Victori draped an arm over her belly, her head snuggling into her neck. She placed a few soft kisses upon it, letting Isabella fake waking up with a yawn. The Queen wiggled her hips ever so slightly, reminding herself of where her cock was still buried. "Mmmmmm, I had the most wonderful dream my dear Isabella."

"Did you my Queen?"

"You were there. I dreamt we were in a field in summer, back in my home country, surrounded by flowers that smelled of lavender." The Queen's hand which had been draped over Isabella's stomach now passed down between her thighs. "I dreamt you sported your own girl cock like me, and we fucked and fucked, making each other pregnant, lying together content with bulging bellies full of life." Victori's fingers now lay atop Isabella's slit, playing with her nub. Isabella only groaned in delight. "Too bad it is not meant to be. However I see my cock has not left your rear. I guess your ass has become it's true home."