Sorceress Isabella

And on the carriage rode, Victori slamming her cock once again into Isabella's broken rear.

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Isabella squatted behind a tree in the forest, all alone. The sun was setting and dark shadows played across through the thick trunks, the snow falling softly between them. She was covered head to toe in warm coats and furs, however she'd had to lift a few up as she bent over in the forest, emptying herself. They had finally arrived at the meeting point at the border an hour ago, nestled between two sloping hills in the forest. The track cut through the trees, with a small clearing allowing both sides to set up camp with room to spare. Queen Skye had been there first, greeting King Horace with each other's entourage, before formalities were brushed aside. With the snow setting in and darkness coming, it was a priority for everyone to get set up first for the night and the freezing cold, rather than diplomacy.

For Isabella though that meant getting rid of the massive amount of cum currently swirling around inside her. Victori had pumped so much inside her in the last few days, Isabella thought she was going to burst. When she was naked in the carriage, she had looked almost six months pregnant, sporting a swollen belly in every position she sat or stood up in. Margaret was not so bad, she'd only taken a few royals loads, mainly acting as a third to Victori and Isabella's fuckings. It had been fine when Victori had kept her cock inside Isabella, but when she had flopped it out occasionally for Margaret to suck upon or impale the other handmaiden, Isabella had been a timed explosion waiting to happen. Thanks to the constant fuckings and abuse her ass received, proper closure of her sphincter was a thing of the past.

The Queen though had something for that. She always kept her ears open for anything new in the way of sexual congress or machines designed to enhance pleasure. She'd had a blacksmith in the castle make a few objects for her, after listening and discussing about them with a few travelling Princesses some months back. Using the second hand design knowledge, the Queen had termed them plugs. After all it was an appropriate use of the word. Carved in steel, they were orb shaped, the size of a lady's fist, with a flanged handle at the bottom. They were designed to be inserted into a woman's rear, which was not only pleasurable, but also acted as a barrier for any escaping liquids which could pour out.

The handmaidens had gotten used to wearing their plugs now, and for Isabella they had come in handy during the long ride her. Now as she squatted in the forest, away from the camp, she'd removed her plug with a sigh and let all of the Queen's cum spill out of her ass.

She didn't even need to push, the cum just came soaring out of her. It soaked the snow underneath her, melting it, still magically warm and sticky, as her belly began to slowly deflate as it escaped her. It was like a river of white goo was escaping her bowels, and she sighed with relief, as the pressure within her eased off. For minutes she was like a faucet, a tap whose water was royal girl cum, as she groaned into the evening air. She had to admit, being as depraved like this, was a little pleasurable. As she continued to empty herself, her agitation at her recent discovery resurfaced in her mind.

She'd had no more time to look at the book since she had discovered the Geanee yesterday, which was driving her mad. She was literally able to achieve her goal now. All she needed was to be free at night and make her wishes. She had hope that tonight she would be able to sneak out, while everyone dozed, and perform the ritual in the forest. The Prince himself was here, still hovering around his father. Sir Michael was in charge of the guard and was taking himself very seriously, which meant that it was the first time Isabella had seen the two not inseparable since her time at the castle. That meant it would be the perfect time on this trip to cast her wishes. She'd be able to enter the Prince's tent undisturbed as well!

Maybe tonight it would happen. The Prince would be hers. Maybe he'd take her into his bed, unsheathe his royal cock, and impale her with it. She'd lie there as they rutted, their bodies becoming one as he blew his seed into her, coating her womb with his cum and making her pregnant this very night. It was so close to becoming a reality.

Isabella felt herself finally feel like she was empty of the Queen's cum, as her belly returned back to relative normal. Globs of white cum dripped from her hole, but no longer was it the river it had been. Deciding it was good enough, she wiped herself clean with fresh snow not covered in cum, and grabbing the handle of her plug, reinserted it back inside her. It was thick and expanded her insides with pleasure, and Isabella felt the reassuring presence of something once again nestled inside her. Gods, the Queen had turned her into such a butt whore! There was nothing she could do about it now. All of her pleasure now came from that rear hole.

Pulling her skirt back down and throwing her coats around her, Isabella trudged back through the snow to the clearing and the two sets of camps. As she returned, she observed that all of King Horace's tents were now up. The carriages formed a perimeter around the edge of the clearing, with five large canvas tents inside them. Queen Sky had done the same, with her carriages outside of three smaller tents and then a massive one in the middle. It was far larger than anything King Horace had brought. Isabella guessed it could have held everyone from both parties comfortably inside. No doubt a show of power to the King's people. Guards on both sides patrolled the clearing, with more guards posted outside the entrance of every tent. It was a large affair, grander than Isabella had realized, with nearly a hundred people milling about in the clearing.

Isabella spotted the King and Queen near a tent on their side, with the Prince and a few courtiers hanging around in a group, all of them discussing something. Isabella caught Margaret standing off to the side of the Queen so she hurried over to join her. As she reached the other handmaiden's side, giving her a quick smile, she caught up on what was happening.

The King seemed to be nervous as he talked to Queen Victori. "Are you sure?"

"Horace, my Darling, of course I am. This isn't the first time I've done this."

"Their methods can be... unorthodox."

"So am I when I need to be. Remember the party that came from Phillipia? Remember how I brought them into our court. Flexibility is something second nature to me." Without even seeing her face, Isabella knew Victori would be smiling. Isabella's ass twitched and puckered in a positive response to that statement. She could tell Margaret was silently nodding in agreement as well.

"Very well. We leave this in your hands. Remember what we need."

"I have not forgotten Darling." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Look out for your father dear son, he grows ever so anxious in his old age."

"Yes, Mother. Come Father let us go into the warmth by the fire." The King grumbled a good luck and was led away by the Prince, who tossed a wink to the Queen. The Queen watched them go before turning back to her handmaiden's.

"Well ladies, it's as expected. Queen Skye will only deal with a woman; hence I shall be negotiating the treaty in the King's place. You will come with me. We are summoned now." And with a flourish of her coat the Queen headed off for the large tent, handmaiden's and two guards falling in line behind her.

The short walk to the tent was stopped by two of Queen Skye's own guard, with one stepping inside to announce Victori. The flap of the tent's entrance was parted and with a gulp of air, the Queen headed in, Margaret and Isabella following, leaving their own two guards outside.

The tent was huge inside, with two poles erected within to give the space a huge open feeling. A fire lay in the middle, keeping the tent decidedly warm, while the smoke billowed out into the night air through an opening in the tent. The snow had been cleared all along the ground and rugs laid down everywhere. Cushions, mattresses and beds lay all atop them, providing a comfort anywhere where one decided to sit.

The room was full of servants, mostly women but a few men here and there, all dressed in standard brown robes and sandals. They were warm inside the tent but outside they would have froze. They were all beautiful, clearly the pick of their country, and Isabella guessed they also doubled as Skye's harem. They seemed to be still setting up, moving things around and preparing everything to the Queen's specifications.

Speaking of which, the Queen stood in the middle of the tent by the fire. And what a formidable woman she was. She was taller than Victori by at least a head, with dark braided hair that fell down to her bottom. She wore silver ceremonial armor, covering her from the neck down, with gold inlay and a star constellation emblazoned upon her chest. A longsword was strapped to her back, and Isabella had no doubt that she knew how to wield that weapon. The Queen's dark eyes sat sunken on her face, with a tanned mocha skin that was unusual in this part of the world. She wore a grin, teeth flashing brilliant white, that made Isabella feel both scared and intrigued, like a hunter chasing it's prey. She was the most formidable and inspiring woman Isabella had ever seen.

"Queen Victori, it is a pleasure to be having you in this tent of mine. Thank you for blessing upon my peoples the gift of this audience." Queen Skye bowed.

"The pleasure is all mine your highness." Victori followed with her own bow. "It is wonderful our two great nations can meet like this in a time of peace. We have met before, once, back in my father's kingdom when I was but a girl."

"Yes I am remember. We traded the use of my army for food. We had suffered a very terrible crop that season. Your father was very kind."

"Thankyou, your Highness. Your common tongue has come a long way as well. When we last met, you were incapable of speaking it."

"It has helped knowing the language of all the nations, rather than being... insular, as we once were. Please, have a seat."

Queen Skye gestured to a few cushions before the fire, which Victori accepted. She sat down, while Margaret and Isabella took up standing positions behind her. Skye sat down on a stool before Victori, clearly unable to go in lower in her heavy armor.

"We have discussed your arrangement amongst ourselves, Queen Victori. We find it most favorable. There are some concessions however we must address."

"Of course, there must always be a discussion. Please, go ahead."

"We cannot give you the date we ask for. It falls for us on a religious holiday. Religion and the Gods are sacred amongst my people, so you shall come to learn. It must be pushed back a month."

"That shouldn't be an issue I don't think. We are happy to help you in that regard."

"Excellent. One bad that we must discuss is the amount of troops you wish to use. Fifteen thousand is too many. We have not that to spare. We can give eight."

"The King was very particular on that point I'm afraid."

"I am not speaking to the King. I am speaking to you. Do you not run your own household or are you but his servant?"

"I am neither. I am a Queen. Fifteen is needed for the current skirmishes we are finding ourselves involved in with our neighbor. This Queen demands fifteen. Not eight."

Queen Skye leaned back, studying Victori for a moment. "...hmmmm. Very well. When it comes time to the discussion, if you win, fifteen it is. If I lose, it shall be eight."

Victori nodded. "Agreed." Isabella was confused however. Time for discussion? Weren't they doing that now?

"One thing on our end Queen Skye, we wish for it to be your daughter Erica, not Tristana."

Skye seemed to regard this for a moment. "Tristana is the elder... but you have heard the rumors I am guessing about her?"

"We have heard the rumors about her and the orc. Apparently, they make quite the pair. But I would not want a sullied princess with a cunt the size of a cave caused by such a creature's phallus. We wish for Erica."

Skye nodded. "Fair. Then the troops will be our point of discussion. I trust you have being told of our customs properly?"

"I have your majesty, but I always like to hear it from the horse's mouth."

"Very well, let us ready ourselves while we talk."

Skye rose and motioned for her servants to come over to here. Four appeared straight way. Skye held up her arms like a cross while the servants began to undo straps and binding, removing the Queen's armor. Victori nodded to her own handmaiden's, who walked up beside her. "Girls, I need you to disrobe me."

"What?" Margaret stuttered. "My Queen, are you sure?"

"We are about to begin the discussions. This is their custom. Disrobe me."

Both handmaiden's were incredulous but obeyed the order. Victori stood. They stripped the Queen quickly, who was only wearing thick fur coats and a green robe underneath. Victori stood there, a blonde queen with pale skin, unblemished and naked by the fire light. Her cock was gone, leaving her to appear as a natural woman to those who knew no better.

Queen Skye eyed her down, smiling and licking her lips. She was completely encased in armor, slowly being tugged out of it by the servants. Shoulder bells and forearms were being thrown on the ground, to be picked up by any servant not doing anything.

"You would be a snack in my country Queen. A biscuit to be devoured after hunting and roasting a pig."

"We shall see, your highness."

"A hairless cunt too. Such strange customs in your land. It makes you look like a child." Queen Skye laughed at her own joke. "Let us talk about the discussion then. As you understand the rules are simple. We are an empire of combat, only those whose women can match us in battle shall ever command our respect. There will be one match of thirty minutes. She who wins will have the more favorable terms. But only if both contestants are matched in their fighting prowess. If I dominate you so utterly, we shall walk away and turn our backs on your nation in disgust."

"You talk a big game. I hope you live up to it."

Queen Skye seemed to be insulted by that. She spat something in her native tongue to the servants, before knocking one away and untying her own belt. She seemed eager to begin. Victori however had begun to close her eyes, chanting to herself quietly. It was an all too familiar chant for Isabella. Was magic allowed in this form of combat, or discussion, or whatever it was? Was it acceptable for her to have a cock?

Sky was finally free of her armor, leaving only her chainmail on underneath. She lifted her hands up and the servants pulled it off, finally leaving her just as naked as Victori. Isabella was stunned however. If Skye had intimidated her before, now she was terrifying. The woman bordered on the obscene muscular. Her shoulders were wide and carved from stone, with a stomach that showed her abominable muscles off in the fire light. A pair of delicious breasts, which looked out of place on the woman, hung pert from her chest, with sinew and tendons just visible, leading down her sides. Isabella had never seen such hair on a woman either. Her arms were thick and black, as were her legs, while a treasure trail ran down from her belly button to the thick jungle between her legs. Isabella doubted there were as many men as thick as Skye. Tattoos ran across her body, covering most of her, all different styles of stars and constellations which Isabella guessed was of a religious nature. Skye just smiled as she stood there, the hunter released.

"I am a warrior. A Queen. I am the strongest in my nation. You best give me an honest fight!" She pointed directly at Victori. Victori continued to chant but opened her eyes slowly. With a final, loud, chant, Victori raised her arms to the heavens, and her cock sprang forth from it's hiding place above her slit. Victori had made a different chant than her usual, and this time her cock was bigger than ever. It hung down to her knees such was its length, and it was as thick as a man's bicep. It was turgid and veiny, rock hard like steel, with a matching pair of balls that strained against her sack the size of her own head. The whole cock and balls were so large Victori had to spread her legs wide just to accommodate it all. Her cock throbbed, halfway up, precum already leaking as Victori grabbed it by both hands smiling. However her merriment was short lived as she noticed Skye seemed unimpressed by it all.

Queen Skye just cocked her head to the side. "I see you have been gifted in the arts like most royalty. So I have I. I have learnt all I could since becoming Warmaster of my clan, than later Queen. Your cock is impressive... for a beginner." Skye closed her eyes now and began chanting herself, her arms dropping straight by her side. Victori was nervous as she stood there, gripping her member, anxious about what the Queen meant. In less than a minute Queen Skye was done, and mimicking Victori, she raised her hands up and shouted to the heavens.

From her bush, nestled above her slit, Isabella gawked as two cocks sprang forth! She could only gasp at the sight as two meaty, veiny, thick monsters grew out from the same place, one above the other. They matched Victori in size and girth, with an even more formidable sack of balls growing to hang beneath the cocks, hairy and monstrous. The sheer weight of the cocks and balls seemed to throw Skye a little off balance but she regained her composure quickly, adjusting to the new weight at her groin. Here the Queen stood, a wicked smile on her face, as the two cocks rose up hard, pointing to the sky. Ready for battle.

Victori could only look on in amazement at the other Queen. Isabella saw her own Queen's cock had actually hardened a little and risen. Despite the Queen's desperation, she was getting aroused. Isabella thought nothing less of the blonde beauty.

Isabella still had no idea what was going on. This discussion seemed to be some form of magical combat. Two women with cocks and they seemed ready to wrestle. What sort of tradition was this!?

With both women standing there, massive cocks erect, balls sloshing about between their legs, they began. Skye ran forward first, moving as quick as she could, her massive packages preventing her from reaching top speed however. Cocks bounced up and down before her, her sack swinging forward and slamming back into her knees. She could see a little pain on her face from every time they were knocked about. Victori however was more cunning. She reached down and tucked her balls behind her thighs, so they were squished up behind her legs and out of the way, leaving just her cock pointing forward. As Skye came at her, she knelt down and sprung forward, catching the Queen quicker than she had anticipated. Both women fell to the ground, a mess of arms, legs, cocks and balls.

Isabella guessed Sky had been caught off guard by Victori, who had assumed this was going to be an easy fight with the small, thin, blonde Queen. Not so. As they wrestled on the ground, Victori got around and on top of Skye's back, clinging around her waist with one hand. With the other she had one of Skye's balls in her hands, and was twisting. Skye howled into the air, trying to push herself off the ground. She managed to tip Victori off her back and scrambled up on all fours, wincing in pain. Victori however lay crouched on the ground, studying her opponent. Skye moved forward again, with Victori once again jumping to close the distance. However, this time Sky was not caught off guard. Using the girl's momentum coming at her, she got hold of Victori and threw her, crashing the blonde Queen into the dirt. Victori wasn't quick enough and Skye pounced on top of her, crushing her to the ground with her body weight.