Sorceress Isabella

"You have some skills Queen. You are not coward like I thought. But I am warrior. I take what is mine." With one arm pinning Victori's neck to the ground, Skye had taken her free hand and was spreading Victori's ass cheeks. "This ass will be mine highness. I will have it by the time we finish discussion." Skye plunged two fingers now inside Victori's rear, pushing inside her as deep as she could go.

"FFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!" Victori squealed out, Isabella guessing in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Skye just looked down upon her victim, smiling, as she continued to finger fuck the Queen's ass. Isabella could see precum dripping out of both of her cocks, splashing down onto Victori's back. Skye closed her eyes, moaning to herself, as she even began humping on top of Victori's back, enjoying her commanding position of power above her. She plunged three fingers in, then four, making short work of the Queen's rear.

However that turned out to be her undoing. With her fist all inside her rear, that left Victori in a surprising position of reversal. Using the last of her strength, Victori rolled underneath Skye. Skye was forced to go with her, her hand lodged still inside of Victori's ass, as the girls once again rolled along the carpeted floor. Skye ended up on her side with Victori behind her, Victori grasping her in a bear hug just like she'd done to Isabella on the carriage ride her. With her gripping Skye like a big spoon, she bucked her hips back and thrust.

Her cock was so large there was nothing Skye could do. The full mushroom head of her erect cock went straight into Queen Skye's cunt, stretching her out before Victori slammed as much as she could inside her in one go. She must have hit her cervix and then continued through because there was no way Isabella guessed that all of that cock could fit inside one woman. Her belly expanded from the size of the thing within her, and Isabella could see the cock near her belly button as Victori bottomed out.

The assault on her pussy caused Skye to cry out, and her cocks erupted. Cum flew out of them like a waterfall, spraying all over the tent. It jettisoned out so quickly it hit the ceilings, the walls, any servants who got in the way. It missed Margaret and Isabella, though secretly the young handmaiden wished it had hit her. She wondered if Queen Skye's own magical cum was anything like Victori's. Victori battered away, not stopping as she clung on to Skye's chest, pounding her meaty cock within the slick folds of Skye's cunt. Skye could only scream in pleasure as she suffered through her orgasm, her balls contracting and squeezing as they released all their fluid down the twin shafts of their Queen.

Skye however only had to wait to play the long game. As her orgasm subsided, Victori's grew. Her cocks fueled by magic, they never diminished, waiting for the Queen currently hammering her cunt to spray forth her own seed. And spray she did. Victori grunted, blonde hair matted to her sweaty body, as she plunged one final time deep within Skye, cock all the way to her belly button, and blew her load. She gritted her teeth, grunting like a pig, as rope after rope of cum exploded into the stretched womb of her adversary.

Knowing now was her chance, Skye broke free of her tormentor's grip and got onto all fours, while Victori was frozen in delight. The cock slipped out of Skye's snatch, still dribbling it's precious cum, as Victori fought to control her body, but the spasms were making it impossible. Skye, with full control now, grabbed Victori and threw her on her chest. She put one foot on her head, pushing her face into the carpet, leaving her completely submissive to Skye. The warrior Queen now grabbed one of Victori's wrists and brought it all the way behind her back, locking her in place and leaving Victori in pain.

Finally, with her two great cocks ready and positioned behind her like a dog, Skye inserted one cock into her pussy and the other into her ass. Victori just howled again as another orgasm built upon the one she was currently going through. Her cock exploded once again, shooting more cum out, while her pussy soaked itself. "I told you this ass would be mine Queen!" Skye continued to push forward until her hips hit Victori's ass, both members splitting the Queen in half, filling her up inside like nothing had ever done before.

This is how the "discussion" went for the next half an hour. One Queen would regain control, fuck the other until she would have a mind-blowing orgasm, only for the other to regain control and fuck her back. It changed hands so many times Isabella lost count, but on the whole it was an even pitched battle. As the time finally began to run out, Skye was on top of Victori, her mouth engulfing the wide flange of the other Queen's member, sucking down as much as she could, while Victori had a fist each in both Skye's pussy and ass, and was fist fucking her to orgasm. As Victori exploded in the mouth of Skye, another huge magical load which she hungrily ate up, Skye came upon Victori's fist and coated her in an rainfall of girl cum. Her two cocks sprayed another thick load onto Victori's belly, who at this point was covered head to toe in sweat and all manner of cock and pussy cum.

The Queen's fell next to each other on the carpet, exhausted, as a gong was struck. "The discussion has been finalized" announced a servant. The two women panted, sucking in air, as servants attended to Queen Skye and the handmaidens ran over to Victori. They helped sit her up, using a few handkerchiefs they had in their pockets to wipe down Victori's face. Her makeup had long washed off, and globules of someone's cum were splattered on her forehead and hair. Victori however only smiled. "I think I held my own there girls. Help your Queen up!"

The handmaidens did as requested. Victori was shaky, and leant upon them, but seemed to be in good spirits. Her cock and balls were slowly beginning to disappear as she stood there. Skye however just sat there on the carpet, legs spread, cock and balls between them, letting servants fuss over her. Cum was still oozing from both slits of her girl cocks onto the carpet. Isabella thought it would take weeks of cleaning to purify this tent. There was cum everywhere!

Skye laughed as she sat there, looking up at Victori. "I have not been fucked like that in a long time. Not since my first wife's sister as a teenager. She was a great fuck. Better than the wife."

Victori just smiled. "Thank you, my Queen. I hope our robust discussion was fruitful."

"I'll say, I'll be cleaning cum out of my hair for weeks!" Victori's smooth skin made wiping her down very easily. For Skye being such a hairy woman, it was going to take a few baths at least to get the cum washed off of her. "I will give you twelve thousand troops. Not fifteen. Twelve. Is that acceptable?"

Victori considered the proposal. "I think we will find that adequate. The deal is struck!"

Skye jumped up, extending her hand, which Victori took. Isabella felt proud of her Queen. She always came through.

"Please, Queen Victori, bathe with me. I know we have fucked like warriors here tonight, but I am woman, so am you. Perhaps we shall see where rest of night happen, yes?"

"It would be an honor."

"Very good, servants will prepare bath. I look forward to meeting my new son in law tomorrow. I hear he is handsome for a man."

Isabella went cold. Son in law? Oh no, oh no no no no. It hit her like a tonne of bricks. This deal was about a marriage contract! Prince Henry was going to marry into Queen Skye's Empire!

As Skye walked off, Isabella couldn't help herself. She turned on Victori. "Is what she saying true? Has the Prince been given?"

Victori could only sigh. "Yes. He has. I am sorry. I know what you had planned, but I cannot stop the wheels of my Empire. This is a great deal which will save the lives of many and ensure our future. I gave you the opportunity with the book, but I cannot stop this now. I'm sorry Isabella. He will not be yours." The Queen stepped away from Isabella, following Skye. Margaret said nothing, following her Queen.

Isabella just stood there, feeling her world crash down around her.

This was it.

It was all over.

Prince Henry was going to marry a Princess of Logicia.

He would be lost to her forever.

She had had her opportunity with the book but she was too stupid to do anything about it! Too dumb! She couldn't read the god damn book, her way to everything she desired!

But maybe it wasn't too late.

The Geanee...

With both Queens leaving to go to the baths, and no one paying attention to her, Isabella slipped out of the tent and into the night.

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Isabella ran through the snow and into the darkness. Tears streamed down her face, and she'd fallen a few times, only to pick herself back up and continue into the ever-thickening wood. The snow had stopped at least, leaving the sky clear as the moon shone it's vibrant light through the canopy. Isabella knew she was getting further and further away from the camp, and could possibly get lost, but she didn't care. She needed to be as far away from there as possible.

Clung to her chest tightly was the magical tome. She'd taken it from her carriage when she'd run from the tent. No guards had stopped her, or questioned what she was doing. She was above reproach, all of them knowing who she was. And most assumed that she was on an errand from the Queen, or possibly needed to release herself once again in the woods. When she came back, she would not be the same woman. That would be certain. Tonight, was the night everything changed.

The snow was thick around her, and her going was slow now. Her legs propelled her forward but she was tiring, her adrenaline waning. Her breath was hot and coming out in steam from her mouth. Her cloak was damp from the snow, while her dress was becoming damp from sweat. Hair matted her face and she was constantly having to brush it out of her eyes.

Eventually she found a parting in the wood. It was by no means a clearing, but the canopy opened up allowing the stars to shine through. A tree had fallen over, crashing to the ground, allowing this brief spot of illumination. Still, the moon was only half full and there would not be enough light to even see the writing on the book. No matter, Isabella was prepared.

Upon the stump of the broken tree Isabella placed the hefty book. A good as spot as any, it was at waist height, and she flipped to the final page: The Geanee. The black pages were indecipherable as she had guessed. No matter. From her cloak she removed a torch, a simple stick with a metal turret on the top. She poured a little oil into it, just enough that it would last for a few minutes. She was far enough away from the campsite now that no one would be able to see her light. Then, using her brand-new knowledge recently obtained from the tome, she reached her hand out, concentrated, and a spark shot forth from her hand.

Nothing. The oil did not light.

Frustrated she tried again. A few sparks shot out this time. One landed on the oil and thankfully ignited it, a small flame erupting forth on top of the torch.

Isabella scowled. How pathetic. But that was going to change.

Using the light from the torch, she passed it over the incantation for the Geanee.

"To call me forth, one must focus their desire singularly. Spill one's blood upon these pages, and tear thy tunic asunder. Be it night, full or dark of moon, and by thy alone. Call forth Arreganol, master of power, and cry forth and appear before the speaker shall I. But be warned: have thy wishes ready, or face the wrath of my immortal impatience."

Well. That seemed straight forward enough. Isabella was a little dubious on the simplicity of it all, especially the fact that it was all written in the common tongue, but she was too far down the hole now to stop. From her hair she removed a pin, one of many within there, and used it to prick her thumb. She winced only a little as the pin broke the skin, allowing a few trickles of blood to come forth. The Geanee had not specified how much blood so she hoped this was enough. She smeared the page with her thumb, top to bottom.

Placing the torch into the snow by her side so it stayed upright, Isabella threw her cloak off and tore her dress at her chest, exposing her breasts. The cold air made her shiver and she could feel her nipples become rock hard from the temperature. She raised her arms up and shouted.

"ARREGANOL, MASTER OF POWER, I CALL YOU FORTH! GRANT MY WISHES!"

The air shook. Unbelievably the temperature seemed to drop further, causing Isabella to shiver uncontrollably. The sky grew dark now as a cloud seemed to pass over, casting the area into a deep shadow. Only the torch illuminated the forest. A wind seemed to roll through, bitter and with purpose, thundering around Isabella causing her to brace herself. She wrapped her arms around her body, knock kneed, as a shape began to appear before her.

She could only describe it as smoke, grey and black, but it formed out of nothing a good height above her. It seemed angry, growing steadily, turning in amongst itself, before expanding once again. Flashes of light seemed to burst forth from within, almost like lightning, allowing Isabella to see the form take shape. It grew till it was maybe two heights of her in length, now deep shades of grey and purple, arcs of light briefly moving through it in bursts. Though it never took a solid form, within it almost looked like a figure stood there, hovering. Four limbs and a head, it's outline briefly seen. Isabella stood in awe of the Geanee.

Once the shape seemed to no longer be expanding, it slowly lowered itself but remained floating in front of Isabella. She couldn't tell if she was shaking from the cold or her own nervousness anymore. She could almost feel the magic floating in the air. It was electric, the hairs on her body standing forth. But this was what she wanted. This was going to change her life.

The Geanee hovered in one spot. Isabella wasn't sure what was to happen next. Perhaps she just began stating her wishes? She opened her mouth but found it dry and hoarse. Coughing, she tried again.

"Arreganol... Geanee. I have come-"

"YOU HAVE SUMMONED ARREGANOL!"

The voice boomed through the forest. Isabella winced, cowering before it. It pierced her body, leaving her feel like a small child before a King. She was intimidated, and still shaking.

"I AM LORD OF WISDOM AND POWER! ALL WISHES THAT ARE GRANTED CANNOT BE UNDONE. CHOOSE WISELY AND SPEAK PLAIN. FOR ONCE SUMMONED I CANNOT BE SUMMONED BY YOU AGAIN!"

Isabella didn't know that, that hadn't been in the book. She'd actually been hoping for a work around there, perhaps constantly summoning the Geanee to fulfill her desires. Or even...

"DO NOT ATTEMPT TO WISH FOR MORE WISHES OR I WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN WHERE YOU STAND!"

Well, that answered that as well. Still though she had prepared three wishes in case that was all she could do.

"STATE YOUR WISHES NOW!"

Well here goes nothing.

"Geanee, here are my wishes!" She cried out to him. The air seemed to become even more violent as the wind returned, tossing her hair about. The trees croaked and groaned. This was it.

"My first wish: I wish to be the most powerful sorceress to ever live!"

The cloud seemed to broil from within, the smoke moving more aggressively. It said nothing so Isabella continued.

"Second: I wish to be made the object of desire to Prince Henry!"

Lightning cracked through the cloud.

"And third and last: make me vibrantly fertile! I wish to be a goddess of fertility!"

The wind was now like a cyclone. Isabella could barely stand through the force of it all. The lightning was now shooting out through the cloud, striking the trees. One exploded, set on fire, the trunk toppling into another and crashing to the ground.

"YOUR WISHES HAVE BEEN GRANTED! MAY THEY BE WHAT YOU DESIRE MERE HUMAN FOR EVERYTHING ALWAYS HAS A COST!"

Isabella cowered, unsure what the Geanee could of meant by that, disturbed by the ramifications. Before she could think on it any further a bolt of lightning shot out and hit her in the chest. She expected to be thrown back, flung across the forest, but there was no force behind it. Instead she felt incredibly hot, her body tingling. Another bolt struck her, then another. And that was it. The wind began to die, the forest began to grow quiet and the cloud seemed to grow smaller.

Light began to seep through the canopy again as the clouds disappeared. The torch had long since gone out since summoning the Geanee, but Isabella could see well enough. The cloud grew smaller but strangely it was becoming more defined. More human. Limbs seemed to be forming now. She could see a head. The figure floated to the forest floor as it took it's final shape. A man stood before her, huge and bulky, with a shaved head and goatee. He was covered in ornate fabrics, with arm braces and a scimitar hanging from his sash. He seemed unaffected by the cold.

He looked upon himself, smiling.

"Thankyou human for releasing me. I have spent some time trapped within those pages. I am free now for a time." He bowed before her. Isabella just stood there, eyeing him. "You're... human?"

"Once. However a deal struck many cycles ago changed all that. Every three wishes granted gifts me freedom for one hundred cycles before I must return to the book. That is the price to pay for power. And so I thank you. And I must be off."

"Wait!" Isabella reached up to grab him. She looked down at her body. Beside the heat she was the same old girl she had been. "My wishes haven't come through! Nothing has changed!"

"I granted you what you wished for. Some perhaps take longer to take shape than others. And you have not tried your powers out."

He was right. She was a sorceress now! She had ultimate power. She ran over to the tome. At long last she would be able to read the pages, and know everything. There was a love spell in here, she knew it. It's why she hadn't wasted a wish on making Henry fall in love with her. Why use the wish on one spell when she could have them all? She grabbed the tome and flipped it open, finding a page at random.

The words were still indecipherable to her.

What?

This shouldn't be the case. She should know all of this.

She turned on the Geanee. "What is this? I asked to be the most powerful sorceress, why can't I read this fucking book still?"

"You just stated it yourself. You asked for power, not wisdom. I gave you power. You can cast any spell from that book with ease. But you did not ask to know what the spells were."

Isabella dropped the book into the snow. She was incredulous. She was angry, upset, shocked and dumbfounded. "You knew what I meant! This isn't what I asked for! Change it back! I WANT TO KNOW!"

"There is no going back. The wishes can't be reversed. I gave you what you asked for, nothing more, nothing less."

The Geanee began to walk away. Oh, not on her life. She charged at him, furious. "How dare you trick me like this!"

The man laughed. Laughed!

"Oh the most powerful sorceress in all the land, and she can't cast a spell. I wonder - what will happen when your other wishes kick in?"

Isabella hesitated mid stride. Oh Gods, what did that mean. The Geanee took his opportunity. "Farewell Isabella, the powerful! Perhaps we shall see each other over the course of the next century. Wouldn't that be fun." And with a flourish of his cape and crackle of lightning from the sky he disappeared. Where he stood was now an empty space and the residue of steam from the melted ice where the lightning had struck.

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Isabella saw the lights ahead of the camp.

It had been an hour now since Arreganol had disappeared. An hour of her being furious at herself and the Geanee. How could she have been this stupid? How could she not have guessed he would have played games?