The Wicked Tower Pt. 08

"Only because it seemed to us that the witch wanted you. This is an easy enough message to send to her. Oh, and you are pretty." Valeria went back to searching through a parchment on Brynhild's desk.

"Is it time?" Cesphea looked over at the back of Valeria's head. She undid the chest band and stood before Merope wearing only her sandals and crown. Merope was fully clothed in her stained stola, but Cesphea could tell she had a pleasing shape underneath.

"Enjoy yourself, Sister," Valeria said over her shoulder.

"Please me well, Merope, and you shall earn the queens' favor." Cesphea took in several breaths, releasing the control she placed on her phallus. She let it swell at the sight of this small, olive skinned woman trembling before her.

"I ... cannot ..." Merope blushed so deep she was sure she now looked purple. Her eyes did not, could not, leave that strange royal penis. It was so pale, and smooth. Too smooth, really. The only blemish on the thing was the hole up top. It rose, engorging itself. The base was nestled in a thinly populated patch of dark hair, and two overripe testicles dangled beneath it. The thing curved a little to left, but stuck well out from the queen's person. Was it fully hard now? It was maybe twice, or even thrice the size of her husband's thing. Oh, her poor husband.

"In this matter, I'm afraid, I will not accept a refusal." Cesphea's smile turned imperious and victorious. "Drop to your knees, sweet thing, and have a taste." As she said it, a trickle of clear liquid leaked from the head of her cock. "You wouldn't want to disappoint me." She looked down at Merope's iron ring with her dark, wild eyes. "Your husband wouldn't want you to disappoint me.'

"Yes." Merope dropped to her knees. With tentative, shaking hands she reached out for the long, sleek tool. In fact, she was quite sure that Nicias would happily give his life to stop what she was about to do. But that wasn't his choice to make. The threat was clear, and she had the opportunity to save him. She shook when her hands came in contact with the phallus. It was cold. Too cold to be a part of this living, breathing woman. She caressed it softly, as she would for her husband. "Is this good, Your Majesty?"

"Well, no. But you'll learn." Cesphea laughed, and her sister snickered over by the table.

"Right." Merope remembered what the queen had said about tasting it. She stuck out her tongue and slowly, very slowly, leaned forward. This was so unlike her infidelity with Brynhild. There, Merope had been burning in a fire of hunger for the tall, northern woman. But here, in this moment, she only hoped the queen would be pleased completely and quickly, and then she could put the whole thing behind her. Her tongue came in contact with the salty fluid leaking from the winking hole in the cock's head. It wasn't as bad as she feared. She licked again. The stuff was frigid, just like the rest of Cesphea, but it had a favorable taste. She licked at it like the iced treats she'd seen the Tullius children enjoy.

Cesphea sighed with exasperation. "You look like a cat at the milk dish. Here, let me help." She reached into the back of Merope's dark curls, took a handful of hair, and pulled her face forward.

"Ggggggpppppphhhhhhhh." Merope put her hands on the front of the woman's hips to brace herself. She had to breathe through her nose and stretch her jaw as wide as it would go. She wondered at how sure of herself Cesphea was that she wasn't worried about Merope's bite. Soon, her head was bobbing back and forth under the queen's forceful guidance. Her eyes watered. After nearly choking on the thing several times, Cesphea had found Merope's gagging point and stopped each thrust about a quarter of the way down the shaft. Merope wondered at how ludicrous she must look, kneeling before a queen still in her crown, gobbling that giant thing, with drool dribbling down her chin.

"No need to brace yourself." Cesphea relaxed a little. The pleasure was starting to mount. The young servant and wife was learning. She could feel the woman's tongue involve itself more in their dance, rolling around the head. "Remove your hands from my hips." She looked down with a smile as the fellating woman held her hands awkwardly in the air. "The gods gave you hands, use them."

"Mmmpppphhhh." Merope tried to give her assent. She took hold of the penis and pumped the strange thing. It was so different from Nicias, that she scarcely recognized them as the same species. But then again, they scarcely were.

"Stop toying with her and break her in." Valeria did not look up from the notes she rifled on the table. "The witch will be back presently."

"Yes, you're right." Cesphea pulled Merope's mouth off her, stood the panting woman up, and pulled the stola off her. She then roughly removed the chest band and underwear. Merope's body did indeed please her. "Have you found anything? Has she betrayed us?" Cesphea then threw Merope onto the witch's bed and climbed on after her. The small woman was on her side, her legs scissored back and front. She admired how Merope's heavy breasts hung to the left with gravity. She straddled the back leg and let her cock bounce on the woman's ass cheek. This would do nicely.

"I see no evidence of betrayal." Valeria listened to the woman whimper. Cesphea did so love to make her women whimper. "But she is dabbling in magics that should no longer concern her. She is reading on spells lost to all but ..." Her voice trailed off and she put her finger on the page. In the background, she could hear Merope's grunt as Cesphea entered her, and then the slow, ponderous slap of flesh on flesh. "I knew that protection spell on the door was odd. She's added something that the North hasn't used since the towers fell. A clever charm."

"Does she ... ugh ... have some sort ... of enhancement device?" Cesphea grabbed Merope's right ass cheek tightly with both hands. She left Merope's legs scissored. The servant was on her side still, so that while Cesphea took her from behind, she could also see Merope's pretty fast twist in ecstasy. This pussy was a tight one. Whatever Brynhild was doing with her, she was not stretching her much. And her husband had left her nearly virginal. That was good. Cesphea had always planned on keeping this one, just to spite the witch. But now, she was looking forward to the time she'd spend with Merope over the coming months.

"I'm not sure what she has, or maybe she's making one last gasp before our tower lays her to waste," Valeria said.

"You'll see the Blessed Tower soon ... ugh ... ugh ... enough, sweet thing." Cesphea caught Merope's frantic eyes with her own and winked. "But tell me. What do you ... ah ... ah ... ah ... think of my personal, blessed tower?"

It was clear to Merope that the queen was boasting about her cock. And she had reason to be proud. "It's ... oooooohhhhhhhh ... good. It's ... like ... nothing ... aaaaahhhhhh." She lost her focus and could no longer answer. She was taking every inch of that tower, and it had turned her body to jelly. She had gone from the tame, timid sex ordained by the gods with her husband. To wicked, mind-alerting sex with Brynhild. To something with a queen regent that was melting the very fabric of reality for poor Merope. She knew her body would never be the same. She doubted her husband would even recognize her nethers once the queens let her go. But she also knew that her mind was lost. She only hoped she would recover it once the queen had her fill. "Oooooohhhhhhhh." A flood of ecstasy spread over the planes of her mind and she had no more cohesive thoughts for some time. Somewhere, far back in her mind, she heard the sisters, who were not sisters, talking about something. But she could not bring her mind to focus on the words.

A while later, Merope found herself riding Cesphea with wild, thrusting hips. She looked down between her own dangling breasts and the fat shaft that she took over and over. It was a continual surprise to her that it did not hurt her. Indeed, it drove her nearly mad with gratitude. What a boon to be able to take that royal cock inside her. She was dimly aware of the door opening and a tall, platinum blond woman stepping inside. But she could not focus on this event. It was too far outside her vortex of pleasure. Instead, she gripped Cesphea's breasts below her for leverage, and continued slamming down her hips.

"What?" Brynhild was not normally one to be scandalized. But to find her very own Merope bouncing like a common whore on the ... the ... abomination that was one of the queens regent. She narrowed her eyes. It was Cesphea. And there was Valeria to her left, going through Brynhild's things. "What is the meaning of this?"

"You may finish your claim now, Sister." Valeria spoke first to her sister and then turned toward the door. "I would watch your tone, Sorceress. Remember to whom you speak."

"Apologies, Your Majesty." Brynhild forced herself to curtsy. On the bed, Cesphea grunted louder under Merope, and then the little woman howled on top of her. Cesphea's hands clamped down on Merope's hips and forced her all the way down, so that the cock was as deep as it could be. But even so, Merope's hips continued to gyrate, and she screamed as if there were no witnesses. Brynhild closed the door behind her. What had they done to her sweet scullery servant?

"My sister will be finished in a moment." Valeria glanced at Cesphea. The pair on the bed had now collapsed together, but Cesphea was still grunting as she pumped more blessed seed into Merope. "So, I will tell you what you need to know." Valeria casually lifted her scepter. "The last two dukes of Ostia Novus behaved in ways which we found adverse to the crown. We always must look out for the welfare of Princess Minicia. And we worried that her life might be in danger. So, we dug into things and found that the rest of the family was loyal and true. But you, we couldn't be sure of. You certainly dabble in odd magic. But ... now that I have you before me ... it's clear. You really are only a shadow of your former self. Are you not?"

"I am." Brynhild bowed her head.

The couple on the bed had stopped groaning and grunting.

"So, we will go now. But know that we are watching." Valeria glanced at the sweaty, gasping bodies on the bed. "And we will take your little scullery servant with us so that you may be reminded of our reach. We are, quite literally, everywhere."

"But the duchess will not hear of losing a servant like this. She'll --"

"She'll lend us the servant with her blessings. We are her queens." Cesphea said from the bed.

"Now leave us. Her Majesty needs to freshen up." Valeria nodded to the bed.

"Of course." Brynhild gritted her teeth and forced another curtsy. She turned, opened the door, and strode out of her own chamber.

~~

"I thought you were going to stay awake the whole night?" Vel blearily rubbed his eyes. He shook his snoring sister next to him in bed until she was awake. He was sore. His body, even his penis, ached from the previous day's exertions. That had been a lot, even for him on that strange trip. He and his sister had yet to try such a marathon.

"What?" Naevia opened her eyes and sat bolt upright, her hand clutching the handle of the dagger. She crawled to the foot of the bed and looked down. Dellia was not on the floor where they'd left her. And her clothes were gone. More ominously her sword had disappeared, too.

"Well, we're not dead. Or bound. Or hanging over a fire pit." Vel looked around the room. The sun was up and pale light settled over everything. "So maybe that's good news?"

"What should we do?" Naevia got out of bed. She still wore her stola from yesterday, but Vel was naked on top of the sheets. She longed to rejoin him in bed, but perhaps that might not be how they'd like to be found by Dellia and her Vulpes accomplices.

"We could flee?" Vel wondered if they had handled Dellia the right way. Could a woman really be pleasured into submission? The thought seemed silly to him now.

"We could find Mercury and alert Father." Naevia gathered some fresh clothes for Vel. Whatever they were to do, he needed to be dressed while they did it.

"Let's not force a decision now. We flee the viscount's castle, regroup in the city. Then we can decide." Vel leapt out of bed. He could still smell a thick cloud of sex hanging off him. He looked longingly at the adjoining bath, but dressed. He was pleased to find that Dellia hadn't absconded with his sword. He sheathed it and fastened the belt. "And let's travel with weapons. All the weapons we can find."

Naevia rushed about the room. She retrieved her bow. "It's the start of a plan. And that's something."

"It is something," Vel agreed.

They met at the door, ready for whatever greeted them outside.

"I love you, Vel." Naevia stood on her tiptoes for a quick kiss on the lips as he bent down to her.

"And my love for you only grows." He clasped her hand. "I am somewhat surprised you're not furious at me for carrying on with the traitor as I did."

"I find it impossible to be furious with you, Your Grace." The familiar teasing lilt entered her voice. They each put a hand on the door. "One, two ... three." They opened it and raced out into the corridor.