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Princess Ava – Echur, The Princedom of Kivoneth, the Strifelands of Zeutch

I sank down into my bed, still trembling from my decision. I had to flee the palace. I would become a slave to my lust for my father if I stayed. Even now, I wanted to go to him. To feel his incestuous dick in me. I wanted to bear his son and heir.

This had to end. I loved Sven.

My door opened and Greta, my sixteen-year-old bedmaid, crept into the room wrapped up in a robe, her hair disheveled. She darted to me and threw herself on the bed, her eyes open wide in excitement.

“What happened?” she asked, taking my hands. “Shevoin fled from his bed like the world had ended.”

“Sven did it!” I told her. I squeezed her hands and then pulled her into a embrace, smelling sex on her.

I let the mage use her body, selling my servants virginity to him to learn not only what my father had done to me but what his plans were. And now… An idea popped into my head. It was so risky, so naughty, but I’d have to do it.

After my father, it hardly even seemed like that terrible of a deed.

“What?” Greta, breaking away. “You tensed.”

I bit my lip. “We’re going to flee the castle soon. We’re going to Sven. With the Lodestone destroyed, I don’t need to be here.”

“But don’t you need to be close to your father to spy on him?”

I shuddered. I so wanted to be close to him. “Not any longer.”

“But, what if he has new—”

I pressed a finger against her lip. “We are leaving. We’ll being making our preparations in the morning, okay?”

She nodded her head, though slowly, reluctantly. Her eyes shone with the candlelight burning on my nightstand. I saw it in her eyes. I hugged her to me, squeezing her tight as my own heart raced, my own fear beating through me.

“We can do this, okay?”

“Okay,” she whispered. She took a deep breath. “I’m with you, princess.”

“I know.” I smiled at her. She was such a sweet thing. Such a delicious comfort to me in these terrible days. “It’ll be fine. We’ll go to Sven. He’ll protect us. And we’ll help him kill my father.” He had to die. I couldn’t be his whore. I couldn’t.

I wanted to be. I should go to my father, suck his cock, let him fuck my pussy, let him breed me.

I squeezed my eyes shut. “I need to see Sven right now. I have to talk to him. Make sure he’s okay.”

If I didn’t, I would go to my father. Only my love for Sven tethered me away from the enchantment that had turned my desires to my father. That made me want to be his incestuous lover. I groaned and shuddered.

Then I lay back on the bed. I closed my eyes. My soul reached out. I felt all my proxies, the vessels I could animate. They would be extensions of my body, nonliving stone brought to life by my will. I carried the blood of the God Krab. He didn’t have to many couplings with human women, but he’d created a few bloodlines of imburers.

My mother and father each came from a different line. It was one of the reason Father wanted me to be his queen. Well, that and I looked like my dead mother.

I seized the one proxy with my betrothed, a small statue I had enchanted by a twinborn witch named Fiona. I sent skilled messengers to the Lesh-Ke mountains to track her and her triad down. She had fulfilled my request.

I imbued my proxy with my soul.

I woke up in a dark pouch, the scent of leather around me. I wiggled out of it with my rose quartz limbs. I tumbled onto a grass floor. I heard the coos of a woman and the fluttering of wings. I recognized the post-coital sounds of sex.

Of course my Sven was celebrating his victory.

I grew my statue. I couldn’t do this normally, but that was what the witch had done for me. A full-sized statue would be impossible for Sven to travel with. But this one he could carry in his pouch. Then I could grow it to my regular size so we could make love.

It was almost as good as being in the flesh with him.

I swelled and swelled, spotting him pulling his cock out of a faerie’s asshole, her purple-and-black wings fluttering, violet hair spilling about her face. That wasn’t Aingeal. I arched a stony eyebrow as he glanced at me, giving me such a roguish grin. He had a muscular body, his blond hair disheveled. He looked tousled, and not just from sex.

“So, is that Duke Gallchobhar’s wife?” I asked, my pussy growing itchy. I didn’t make pussy juices in this form, but I still grew aroused.

“This is Princess Siona,” Sven said as I sauntered to the bed. “We were negotiating her support to keep Aingeal from being punished for breaking her banishment.”

I arched an eyebrow. That sounded serious.

“Mmm, he won my support,” the faerie said, studying me. “What a beautiful body you have. An imbuer?”

“Princess Ava of Kivoneth,” I said as I approached the bed. I threw my arms around Sven’s neck, nuzzling my nose against his. He held my stony flesh. With me inhabiting it, the quartz acted like a real body, soft and pillowy in all the right places.

Like my ass as he kneaded it.

“You did it,” I breathed.

“Yes, I did,” he said, a cocky grin on his lips. “With help from my women.”

“And now you buggered a faerie princess.” I shook my head. “I just can’t leave you alone for a minute.”

“This is so fascinating,” the faerie princess said. “From my understanding, Sven just destroyed a powerful artifact Duke Gallchobhar was keeping for your father. And yet here you are as Sven’s lover.”

“I hate my father!” I snarled as my lusts surged. Oh, Gods, I wanted to be beneath Daddy right now, his cock filling me and… I shook my head then stared into Sven’s eyes. “I’m done staying with him. I’m fleeing the castle, coming to you. I want to be with you in the flesh.”

Sven’s eyes widened. “He’ll hunt you down. He’ll send his army after you. He won’t let you get away.”

“Then you better protect me!” I hissed with a fierce passion before I kissed him on the mouth.

And felt so guilty. I couldn’t tell him how much I wanted to fuck my father. How much I enjoyed it. I couldn’t let him know the real reason I needed to flee. It would break his heart to learn I spread my thighs willingly for my father. Even before the spell, I had sucked him off, willing to fuck him to stay close.

But now…

Now I wanted him more than Sven. More than the man I loved.

Gods, how did this become such a snarled mess?

To be continued…

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