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The Magic Wand and the Chivalrous Gentleman

I watched the Princess, and the Queen, her mother, sitting by the stream talking. I saw no guards.

I shudder with desire as I watch them, the mother and daughter talking pleasantly by the still waters, both of them my personal fuck toys, or as they like to think, lovers.

It did not start out that way but now that it has developed into this secret triangle I find that I like it, it gives me such a sense of power over these two most powerful women in the kingdom.

My mind raced back to the many times I have screwed these two women, not together of course, but separately. Neither of them has any idea that I am intimate with the other. The Queen has no inkling of my relationship with the daughter nor does the Princess know the true extent of my relationship with her mother; she believes the Queen is faithful to her ogre of a husband. And beyond her liaisons with me, she is. They are very similar in many ways, but in other ways they are totally different the Princess is nice and rather like an innocent naive young girl, nevertheless when the chance to seduce her, to ravish her body presented itself, I did not hesitate.

Whenever I screw the princess, I marveled at the fact that it was so different from the mother. The Queen is stately and noble, dignified but with a ravenous sexual appetite. And she delights in the little sexual games we play. I often fantasize about having them both pleasuring me at the same time, but my rational mind always reminds me that this cannot be done and even to attempt it would be very foolish and extremely dangerous.

As it is, if the Queen ever knew I was doing her precious little daughter, in fact more frequently than I do her, all bets would be off. And in all probability my magic wand would be hacked off, and maybe even my head. So at first I contented myself with thinking of the Princess when I am in bed with the Queen, and thinking of the mother when I am with the daughter.

The first time the mother and I were together, what she calls "made love," the Queen was angry with the King; some dalliance or another had become the common gossip of the court and the Queen was laughed at behind her back, by the other women of the palace, who by the way are in the same position vis a vis their own husbands. Well, in desperation, she visited my room, ostensibly to discuss a matter of court protocol, and she suddenly started to cry on my shoulder. Perhaps, I should inform you that as chief advisor to the royal family, I was frequently approached for my counsel. Besides, I had a reputation as the gallant court gentleman, a reputation I honored for the first few moments of Her Majesty's nocturnal visit, but right from the start my eyes were riveted on her heaving breasts as she sobbed and complained about His Majesty's constant and rampant infidelity.

Well, the more I stared at the royal boobs, the more turned on I got. So I decided to take a really big chance. I caressed her forehead, and uttered a stream of calming, disarming words of understanding and empathy, words that she ate up like they were candy to her ears. Then, I gently kissed the tears from her eyes. She did not rebuke me; instead she hugged me tightly and buried her face in my chest. I rubbed her back with my hands. Each time I stroked her, I sensed her body morphing, becoming aroused. I waited for her to command that I cease my action, but she did not. She snuggled closer to me and I grew bolder. I softly touched the top of her buttock, and she drew a breath between clenched teeth and her nails dug into my back. I knew she would not resist anything I did...yet I still hesitated; I had never seduced a married woman of the court before, yes, I had had plenty experience seducing gullible peasant girls and townswomen; but this was not just an ordinary woman, not even an ordinary lady of the court, but the Queen herself.

Hesitation was not a problem for long, as I knew that I was just being foolish, and if I ignored this opportunity it would probably never present itself again. Grabbing opportunity by the knockers so to speak, I licked the back of her neck, and she cooed pleasantly and shut her eyes. I reached into her bosom and teased the royal breasts from their restraints. The Queen gently bit my neck and undulated her body slightly, almost imperceptibly. Discretion prevents me from describing the rest of the evening; suffice it to say that we obliged each other's needs that night in a mutually satisfactory manner. As a gallant man of the court I made sure that she got as much as she gave. After all it is the chivalrous thing to do, isn't it?

Since that first tryst she has been mine whenever I wanted her. There have been many formal diplomatic occasions that I took great pride in luring her to some dark corner and having her do my bidding. And she always did as I wished, she would do anything for me; she imagined that we were in love or something. You would think a Queen would know better. I get a big kick out of having her within earshot of all those powerful people, including her husband, I imagined that they could hear her moaning and smell the aroma of our sex. The danger was a great turn on for me, and I felt a tremendous surge of power at being able to command the Queen's affections and body in this manner.

It was much the same way with the Princess, she was feeling hurt because the man she was betrothed to had been porking every girl from his own kingdom and half of them in our kingdom. I remember that night as if it had just happened, the poor thing cried and cried, and everyone in the court knew about her misfortune. Then something must have told her to search me out; that I would be sympathetic.

When she entered my apartments in the palace, she asked if I could spare her a few minutes. I knew we would be alone, as there was no chance of the Queen discovering us, as she had been trained to avoid the risk of coming around to my apartments without my prior approval, as I said to her, people may get suspicious; and the rest of the court was busy attending to their, ahem, own affairs. So I donned the mask of the sympathetic knight once again.

I pretended to comfort the Princess, playing the part of the concerned big brother. I knew this was a weakness of hers, as she had no siblings, and no close friends she could confide in about such problems; and her royal parents were much to preoccupied with their own matters to give her much time.

As I played my gallant role she gradually relaxed and her tears began to dry up. Inspiration struck me, I remembered the stunning effect of kissing the Queen's tears, so I kissed her near dry eyes and awaited the Princess' response.

She did not disappoint me, for her response was a look pleading for more, and I gave it to her. "I will make you a woman," I said.

She protested, but I persisted, for I knew that her protestations were only half-hearted, as she made no effort to disengage from me. Before the night was over I had successfully seduced the young Princess and convinced her that I was deeply in love with her. I had a magic wand indeed.

Now a new goal had seized my imagination, a dangerous and therefore more rewarding enterprise than any I had attempted to date. I had decided to make my fantasy of having them both together, both pleasuring me at the same time, reality.

Crazy you say, not at all, I was very confident that my power and domination over the two of them was so great that I was sure to succeed after weathering the first few moments of their objections. I knew my magic wand would not fail me, even in this most intricate of amorous maneuvers. The only questions were when, how and where to do it?

Standing there watching the two of them together, alone, pleasantly chatting about God knows what, some inconsequential woman thing no doubt; I realized that this provided me the best opportunity yet.

I walked around to the other side of the stream, stripped naked and leaped into the water. Both women saw me, but neither said anything, assuming that it would give them away to the other I suppose. I counted on this sense of confusion on their part to get me past the initial awkwardness. I swam for a while and neither seemed incline to leave, I surmised that they each hoped the other would excuse herself and we would be alone. But neither left, and in a matter of minutes I had swam right over to their side of the shore.

I rose from the water, and boldly walked over to them. Staring directly at both, I said, "Please love me."

They both seemed transfixed; they did not know what to do. The important thing was that they did not admonish me or pretend to be insulted.

I walked behind them; the crucial moment was upon us.

Neither of them dared turn and look at me, for fear that they would expose their lust to the other.

"My Queen," I said "you are the wise and considerate parent, so I know you will gladly grant this task to your loving daughter if she so chooses..." the Queen looked at me with barely controlled anger. But I was in too deep now to stop, so I pushed my lips onto the lips of the Princess who hesitated and did nothing, neither pushed me away, rebuked me, nor returned the kiss...the Queen was livid and about to say something, just at that moment, I spoke again, "Perhaps it is not proper for the daughter to sup before the parent..." and I quickly pivoted around and kissed the Queen, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth.

The Princess was stunned; I was a fool looking to lose my head she must have thought. But I knew better, as soon as my lips touched the Queen's lips her demeanor changed and she tried to return my kiss without her daughter noticing. I reached out to her chest and roughly massaged the Queen's bosoms. The Princess gasped at the sight of her lover kissing her mom's mouth and handling her milk jugs like she was his personal slut.

This little scenario I had cooked up clearly disoriented the Princess; she seemed torn, she did not like it but she did not know what to do, what could she do? Tell her father? Yes, I am sure she thought of that. But I had no intention of allowing her long for thought, I had one more gamble to play if this was going to work, I quickly withdrew from the Queen's mouth and offered my tongue to the Princess. The Princess sat frozen and for the first time, tried to register a complaint, but before she could I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she, despite her misgivings, responded in the manner that she had grown accustomed to in our many amorous sessions.

I looked over at the Queen, I thought she appeared lost, and hurt, but I knew she would adjust, because to fail to adjust would mean she would risk losing me. So I knew she would get over it, and indeed I was confident that she had already gotten over it, since she was not leaving, summoning the guards, nor hitting me across the head, not cursing me for seducing her daughter. I felt even more powerful than before, as I knew that there was no way the Queen could believe this was all new to her daughter, because the Princess was absolutely ravishing me with her mouth and moaning as I freely and openly touched her most private parts.

I looked at the Queen and motioned to her to join us; she shook her head in refusal, but again she did not leave or admonish me. I withdrew from the Princess causing her to groan, but she did nothing else, I walked over to the Queen and offered her the chance to finish what her daughter had started...she tried to resist; I assume she felt it was humiliating to have to share a man with her daughter or some such girlish nonsense. But the resistance was half-hearted as she made no move to resist my kiss, indeed she kissed back with greater fervor than I ever felt.

I looked at the Princess, who was now was the odd one out, I beckoned to her to join us, and unlike her mother she immediately obeyed. She moved next to me and gently began to kiss my neck and ears. This is going wonderfully I thought. I was very pleased with myself. And I wondered how far I could push them and decided then and there to explore something a little more kinky with them both when they were fully broken.

Suddenly the Princess looked at the Queen, and said, "Mother, I am sorry. Please forgive me for what I have done." The Queen replied that she was no more at fault than she was... They were obviously adjusting to reality, I thought. Sometimes the awesome power of my wand amazed even me. Then the Queen and the Princess both turned and looked at me. This is where they take turns getting me excited so I can be at my best when I decide to service them I thought. Instead the Queen called in her most regal voice, "Guards! Guards! Attend to your Queen!"

The Princess looked at me with a half smug and half pitying look on her face.

What is happening? Something's going wrong.

I began to panic.

When the Guards, who appeared to have materialized from no where, rushed to her royal call, the Queen instructed them to take me away and execute me. I now have only one hour of life left before my head is severed.

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