Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
Rosanna burst through the heavy brass and oak doors of the birthing chamber, slamming them shut them behind her and trapping the blazing heat that she had to escape, if only for a moment. She gasped for the cool air that blew through the windows of the hall from the Crystal Sea to the south. A flood of sweat ran down her shapely, naked body. Her drenched, golden hair clung to her thick, round breasts as she leaned back against the hot doors. She stepped away from them quickly and walked on the cold marble tiles of the hall towards her chambers, savoring the feeling of each step against her bare feet. The wind from the nearby sea rustled the sheer linen curtains of the hall and chilled the sweat on her tanned and aureate skin, making her soft pink nipples harden in the night air. She ran her fingers through the thick locks of her hair, allowing the breeze to flow through them as the candles of the hall flickered in the wind. She strode confidently, knowing that she still had time before her youngest daughter would hatch and be born into this world.
Queen Rosanna of the Western Empire's chambers were atop the highest southward facing tower of the Sunset Palace and overlooked the famed Crystal Sea, named for its calm and pale blue waters. The gentle waves of the sea were black tonight, glistening with the light of the small, silver sister moon, Elara. The red mother planet hung in the distance, obscuring the stars of the night sky. Torchlight from the Golden City was barely visible from this side of the palace and most of the women residing there were home at this hour, making love to their wives or servants or both. Rosanna's chambers were lavish, with a bed large enough to accommodate 7, although Rosanna preferred the company of only one or 2 women at a time, believing that anymore would be unbecoming of an Empress. The indoor portion of the room was small compared to the luxurious terrace, with a large bath covered in fresh rose petals overlooking the vast ocean to the south.
Upon reaching the terrace, Rosanna approached a wooden vanity with an oval mirror atop lined with gold and silver. She poured herself water from a brass pitcher into a silver chalice inlaid with turquoise and gulped it quickly, closing her eyes in relief. She took a moment to savor the liquid and the salty aroma of the ocean breeze before gazing into the mirror with a confident smirk, knowing full well that she was the most beautiful woman in all 11 kingdoms. Her eyes shined in the candlelight like pale green flames, and her thick pink lips glistened from the water she drank in the subtle light from the lanterns posted around the perimeter of the terrace. She lovingly ran her fingers from her sharp, angular cheekbones down her neck and between her breasts to her flat, golden stomach. She wondered if her youngest daughter would be as beautiful as her and her mother before her. Could she be the one to succeed her in ruling the Western Empire? Melanie would be one of the last of her generation, fathered by one of the weakest men in Rosanna's memory, but that was of little consequence. She would have enough of her mother in her. The Queen gazed upon her own beauty for another moment before turning back toward the birthing chamber, peeking over her shoulder, and smiling at the sight of her round cheeks as she walked away.
The Queen returned to the birthing chamber refreshed and resolute. The south facing tower was empty tonight as Rosanna commanded. No soul would come between her and her youngest lest they desired to feel the wrath of an Empress. The tensions with Black Rock and the Xang Liu were of no importance tonight. Even her well laid out schemes for control of the next man were unimaginable to her. Tonight was about welcoming Melanie into the world. No politics, no advisors, no men, no dragons, and no other daughters. Just a beautiful new princess.
She opened the doors to the birthing chamber and felt a blast from the heat of the fire that had been burning for several seasons, and she looked upon the human sized, golden sphere in the center of the room on the black, marbled floor. She circled the egg, running her slender fingers along its dimpled surface, knowing that it would crack open tonight, bringing forth the new princess of the west. Kneeling beside it and pressing her firm breasts against the hot, golden shell, she whispered, "It's time, my love."
The queen sang, softly at first in the ancient language, and built slowly to a roar that filled the chamber. She sang again and again in the old tongue, "Come into this world and know me." The fire flickered, almost blowing out as a powerful gust circled the room, fueled by Rosanna's song. Voices of queens before her joined in her magic as the sound of their voices shook the floor beneath and a singular crack ran lengthwise down the shell of the golden sphere.
Rosanna plunged her fists into the crack and tore at it ferociously as the clear oil that had been sustaining her young spilled out onto her breasts. She reached in and, with a last scream, ripped the shell of the egg in half. The oil of life spewed out, putting out the fire and washing the Queen away as the golden sphere shattered, leaving the Queen on the slick marble floor across from a petite young woman with hair as gold as her own.
The Empress gasped at the sight of her youngest and froze in time for a moment. She was a slender thing, curled up in a ball and trembling from the shock of being born. She looked how a girl 18 or 19 years old would have looked before the merger, before women came into the world as women grown. True, she would need to learn language, culture, and her place in the world, but her mind and sex were fully developed in the egg, just like all women of Miraxis since the dragons shared their power so long ago.
Rosanna clumsily and desperately slid through the oil to cradle her daughter. She rolled the hatchling over, sitting cross-legged and holding the girl's precious head in her lap. The queen gazed down lovingly at the brilliant green eyes of the princess and admired the innocent beauty of her face. She caressed her daughter's soft cheek, knowing that Melanie was a perfect name for her youngest.
The Queen struggled to lift her princess in the oil that now covered the two women, but draped the young girl's arm around her neck and guided her out of the chamber. Melanie's legs were weak and stumbled frequently, her eyes wandering around to take in her strange new surroundings as she clung to her mother. But Rosanna was surefooted and guided her daughter out of the hot room into the cool air of the hall. Melanie sighed in relief when they reached the hall and the Queen smiled lovingly at her petite little hatching. They stepped together slowly towards the bedchamber and terrace. The princess clang to her mother and her curious little fingers began caressing and fondling Rosanna's nipple, now erect from the breeze. Rosanna bit her lip at the touch from the young woman, rubbing the small of her back and leading her onward.
They traversed through the chamber and out on to the terrace. The princess shivered in the salty ocean breeze and Rosanna stood her in place and wiped the oil of life from her with a woolen cloth. The queen wanted to hurry, but couldn't help but savor the young girl's body as she cleaned her. She ran the cloth over Melanie's small, supple breasts, savoring each subtle bounce as her nipples stiffened. She moved to her backside, wiping her clean, appreciating and massaging the cloth into her heart-shaped little cheeks. Rosanna handed the cloth to Melanie and lifted her arms. The princess understood her first lesson and wiped her mother down. Her hands were clumsy, causing Rosanna to smile. The young girl's eyelids grew heavy as she wiped the oil from her mother's perfect, thick breasts and continued rubbing the cloth against them long after they were clean. The queen turned coyly, showing her supple, round ass to the princess. Melanie rubbed the cloth against her cheeks feverishly before losing control and burying her face between them. Rosana laughed excitedly before turning around to face her hatchling. The young girl stood slowly, letting her tongue slide up between her mother's legs as she rose to her feet. Rosana moaned and shook, her jaw dropping slightly in appreciation of the hatchlings' instincts. She calmy took her daughter by the hand and whispered in the ancient language, causing the lanterns to fade out around them, bathing the terrace in the silver light of the sister moon and the red glow of the mother planet. Rosanna had never been skilled as a true mage. Her gifts were cunning, ruthlessness, and leadership, but simple spells and songs were well within her grasp. Melanie's eyes widened at her first glimpse of magic as her mother guided the princess down the steps into the warm, rose petal covered bath.
