Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Addendum: All characters are 18 or over.
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Cassia lounged in her garden in late morning with servants fearfully tending to her every whim. Audible sighs of relief came from the semi-nude women when their mistress sent them for something as it gave them a short respite from the danger Cassia seemed blissfully unaware of.
The source of this apprehension was the large and graceful panther which rested its big head in Cassia's lap while she stroked its silky and short fur. A small trickle of blood-tainted drool escaped its mouth and onto its mistress' bare thigh as it seemed her pets and strokes were making it feel quite content.
Caius had recently eaten, the half-eaten remains of the boar it had been given to chase and eat lying in a gorey heap just beyond a thick bush. Cassia was quite pleased her pet had an innate sense of scenery and kept the disgusting thing away from sight.
The princess looked down at majestic predator as she stroked down its neck and felt powerful muscle ripple beneath her thin fingers until she reached the solid ridge between its shoulder blades. This beast was far from fragile despite moving with remarkable grace and agility, a greater cousin of the common house cat.
She took a sip of her warm tea, the sweet and fruity taste of the elven lands that was steadily becoming rarer and rarer in Talasia due to the revolts and lack of production. It was quite the luck that the palace had a considerable stock of the dried herbs and fruits native to the splendorous and primal forests the bronze elves called home.
The cup was set down when Caius lifted his head and turned his ears towards the hedges surrounding the entrance into the garden. He heard something.
One of Cassia's returning servants, her bare feet slapping the stone path as she walked quickly, appeared first and bowed to the side as she declared. "The captain is here to see you, your highness!"
And there she was, walking with purpose and clad in polished armor of dull brass, the tabard bearing Veterius' flaming sword in bright red on white, but her helmet was at her side. Nayla, Cassia thought, had the appeal of a warrior and her femininity was barely seen outside the softness of her features amidst the orcish tusks, nose and strong eyebrows.
The woman approached without fear for the panther that was staring intently at her, or perhaps she didn't show it, and bowed before her princess.
"Your highness."
Cassia hadn't forgotten about yesterday, the way she took advantage of her while their father was...well, doing his duty in furthering the line. It was far too early to be sure but Cassia had a feeling his magnificent seed had taken hold. No seed escaped her womb thanks to his size that fired it straight into her.
Nayla was different, however. Cassia would've sent Caius at Nayla right this moment for what she did, forcing her beastial and filthy cock upon her. She was still uncertain why her half-sister even bore a manhood and this curiosity alongside something else niggling in her mind stayed her hand.
"Captain. What is it that you want? My lessons shall soon start and I really hate having my precious leisure time wasted with nonsense." She spoke firmly and regally, a skill honed by teachers and her own father as she was brought up into a proper princess. This did little to temper her insatiable appetite, however.
"Forgive me for intruding but the emperor has deemed a change in your learning is required." Nayla responded as she kneeled and kept her gaze down. Cassia relished this far more now than before and the idea of collaring her came to mind. Nayla was in no position to deny her princess, after all.
She did raise an eyebrow, however. Father spoke nothing of changing her education at this moment. The court wizard and Feowyn were the only ones tending to her intellectual needs and growth with a visiting scholar when she was particularly interested in a certain subject.
"Oh? What has my emperor decided?" She asked curiously as she stroked Caius back into her nude lap. With the belt gone, she'd instead taken to wearing silver and gold chains strapped in a similar way with gold framing her royal pussy and the silks that covered her breasts were finally discarded for mithral caps that were joined by a glittering chain. She was a grown woman now.
"It is his will that you, now of fully mature age, are ready to learn about the art of combat. I shall be your tutor."
Cassia had never wielded a weapon before. She had no reason to, after all, but the way things have been going, she understood why Veterius thought she would require training. The unknown enemy was still present and she was far too precious to her emperor to be lost in any way.
She humphed. "What of Zereus? What will he be doing when he is not teaching me?"
Nayla shook her head. "I do not know, your highness."
"Very well, I suppose his lessons are a waste of my time after all. Where shall we train?" The princess asked and gently moved Caius' head off of her lap and urged the panther to go back to his meal. The large sable cat stalked away while Cassia used a silken napkin to wipe the viscous and reddish saliva he left on her thigh.
After her birthday and the chastity belt gone, she looked far more mature and alluring than before with her jewelry decadent and accentuating her feminine features. Nayla couldn't keep herself from glancing upwards at Cassia's exposed pussy that was so neatly framed by delicate golden and silver chains that ran between her legs and joined with the ones around her waist.
It took a moment for Nayla to respond to the question, now staring at Cassia's painted toes and mithral anklet. "In your father's training yard. Shall we go?"
Cassia took one more sip of her tea and extended her foot to the captain. To kiss a woman's foot was demeaning in all situations but it was a servant's duty to serve their masters, after all.
The girl hummed softly when those thin lips were planted onto her foot with no hesitation and she swore she felt a bit of tongue before Nayla pulled away. Despite it being absolutely filthy and beneath her, she felt a tingle run up her leg and into her slit.
"Let's."
Women were not meant to fight, as far as the people of the Empire were concerned. They had no place in the legions and those that did were female slaves meant to keep the thousands of warriors content and sated while they fought Veterius' wars. Although, ever since the Empire had civilized the tribal humans and subjugated the slightly-more civilized races around them, guilds of all sorts were springing up with women at the helm and it wasn't unusual to see female mercenaries throughout the continent.
Cassia thought them foolish and misguided. It is good for a woman to know how to defend herself but to make a living out of it seemed ridiculous. Why do that when you can serve your husband and get safety and pleasure in return?
She made her way down the halls of her father's palace, opulent and bordering on the garrish with its decor and riches that the family had accumulated over four centuries.
The princess was pleased to see women were like her even then with richly-woven tapestries of generations hanged down the halls. Each great member, each mother and battle were immortalized. Nude and curvaceous women decorated in rich jewelry stood alongside their husbands, each one growing closer and closer to today's appearance.
Old ways have been having a resurgence for a few decades now and Cassia couldn't be happier as both men and women exposed themselves in all their glory.
Nayla followed close behind, her sabatons thudding dully against the smooth and warm stone floor.
Their father's training yard was a long courtyard that had been home to the Empire's finest as they trained newer generations of emperors in the art of warfare. All weapons, armors and techniques were available to learn here and Cassia cared none of it as she stepped onto the white sand in the middle.
"This is pointless, you know? Me learning how to fight." She said, turning to Nayla who had been staring intently at her with thinly-veiled lust. "I can't lift a sword. Can't push a potent male off of me even if I wanted to."
"The emperor thinks otherwise, your highness. He speaks of you learning quite well of magic and its theory despite lacking interest. He must believe that you can marry it and combat together." The half-orc said flatly, her tone schooled and forcibly calm. "Though that is not my concern how you do so. I'm only here to teach you how to fight properly."
Cassia batted her long eyelashes at her, a smirk on her plump lips. "Are you sure about that?"
Nayla didn't respond as she went over to one of the many cabinets. "Will you please come and choose your training outfit?"
"What for? I'm comfortable as is." Cassia said but went over anyways when Nayla opened it. To call them outfits would be an overstatement as Nayla grabbed one of the top pieces which was an underbust corset made out of silk and layered with light mithril plates across the sections.
"Your highness thought you'd appreciate the more...feminine types of armor. Several pieces of armor have been imported from the mercenary guilds across the continent and all of them are quite effective despite being revealing." Nayla said and presented the tubular piece of protective gear to the nude princess.
"This is from the Sisters of the Moon, a primal cult in the east. All of these pieces have been forged by their respective guild and cults but were further enchanted by the emperor's mages."
