This is Chapter 1 of either 5 or 6. There are many sexual elements within the story so I submitted under Sci-Fi/Fantasy due to the setting. I hope you enjoy.
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The early morning sun shone bright in the sky above The Kingdom of Magestia. The sound of birds chirping provided sounds of an otherwise typically quiet morning.
A beam of the morning sun peered through a slight opening in the curtain of Princess Victoria, shining directly on her while she slept. The castle steward and a maid were in her room preparing her wardrobe and prepping the room for vacancy.
The steward whisked open the curtains allowing the bright sun to lighten the dim room. Victoria's eyes fluttered open bringing her out of her slumber.
"Rise and Shine, Princess"
"Thank you, Bayard. I'm awake."
"Let me be the first to wish you a happy eighteenth birthday. Breakfast will be ready in the main dining room shortly."
"That sounds great."
The steward left the room, followed by the maid who had the princess' laundry in tow.
Victoria stretched her arms in the air and planted her feet on the soft carpeting of her floor. She brushed her thick, auburn mane away from her face as she stood up and made her way to her bathroom.
Closing the door behind her, she untied the sash of her robe and removed it, letting it fall to the floor. She drew a bath and and climbed into her tub, sinking into the comforting water.
Princess Victoria was the adopted daughter of the King, Edmund, who married her mother, Rebecca, when Victoria was a young child. The King had fraternal twins, Princess Demona and Prince Desmond, with his first wife, who passed while they were babies. The three of them grew up together around the same age, Victoria being a couple of months younger than her siblings.
The Princess relaxed in her bath. She thought about what today would bring. She turned eighteen and that meant a huge celebration in her honor.
She thought back to a couple of months ago when her brother and sister both turned eighteen on the same day. That was a crazy, eventful day with the mother of all celebrations to cap it all off. If that party was any indication, Victoria was in for a very long day.
She finished her bath and towelled herself off. She draped the towel over a wooden rack and observed herself in her full length mirror, astonished at how much she resembled her mother, Queen Rebecca.
Victoria was a stunning young woman. She didn't stand very tall, barely eclipsing five feet in height, but she was a perfect mixture of slender and curves. Her breasts were very large for her otherwise petite frame, with thick, meaty dark red nipples and areola, accentuated by her fair skin, capped off the peaks. Her stomach was flat and tight and her legs were shapely as they rose to a proportionately rounded bottom. A thick patch of pubic hair matched her naturally auburn hair.
She stared at her body almost quizzically. Now that she was eighteen, something seems to have changed. Normally, she wouldn't pay too much attention to her naked self following a bath, but today, she was almost rating herself, mentally pointing out the pros and cons of her what she bare.
Sighing, she exited her bathroom and dressed in a light purple flowing dress that was a bit shorter than her usual attire, the skirt barely reaching midway down her thighs. She put on her matching shoes and picked out a simple tiara.
Giving herself a once over, she exited her room and headed toward the main staircase.
The halls were empty, free of any maids. Victoria stepped quietly down the hall dreading the day she was about to have. If there was one thing she wasn't looking forward to, it was a day long celebration in her honor. She enjoyed her quiet days and preferred more intimate activities rather than multi-kingdom celebrations and get togethers.
Still, she knew it was coming. She had already attended six of them this year alone. And now, it was her turn.
As she continued toward the main staircase, a noise distracted her. It was coming from the great door of her parent's bedroom. It almost sounded like her mother was crying.
Victoria carefully stepped over and put her ear to the door. The sounds of whimpering moans was coming from behind the door.
Looking back and forth down the hall to make sure she was alone, she bent down and peered through the keyhole. At first, she flinched at what she saw.
Queen Rebecca was on all fours, naked, on the bed. Her father, King Edmund, was kneeling behind her thrusting his hips into her.
"Ohhh. Oh Edmund." the Queen called out.
"Call me, You're Majesty" the King commanded.
"Oh Yes, You're Majesty. Oh God Yes." Rebecca continued.
The King thrusts his hips hard against her. Rebecca's body jolting forward, her large breasts bouncing back and forth.
Victoria suddenly felt an unfamiliar feeling, a tingle between her legs. Breaking away from watching the frenzy, she reached a hand down under her skirt.
She touched herself and felt the moisture of her arousal. Her sex was sensitive and she quickly pulled her hand away. Unsure of how to feel about it, she turned her attention back to the passion.
Edmund had a firm grip of the Queen's buttocks while he took her.
Rebecca gripped the sheets hard and let out a long moan.
"Oh Yes. I'm cumming You're Majesty." she called out.
The King thrusts a few more times before he pulled out, his large member straightened at full attention.
The Queen hurried around to face him, taking the member into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down while stroking him furiously with her hand.
The King grabbed two handfuls of her hair as his body tensed. The Queen pulled the member out of her mouth and stroked it a few more times until he released his orgasm, the seed spurted out and sprinkled the Queen and the bed alike.
"Uhhhh. Uhhhh." The King grunted as he peaked.
The Queen slowed her strokes as the finale of his orgasm seeped from his throbbing member.
The King lay back on the bed, Queen Rebecca sliding up next to him. She continued slowly stroking his now softening erection.
"Oh Rebecca. That was fabulous." the King praised his wife.
"You were incredible, You're Majesty" she responded with a smile.
Victoria heard voices from down the hall. She hurried back to her feet and made for the staircase.
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A full complement of service staff replaced trays and plates all around the royal siblings. Victoria absently watched the hectic activity around her. Her mind was elsewhere, consumed with thoughts of the opposite sex, what she saw with her parents, and above all else, the feeling that grew in intensity between her legs.
She wanted so badly to leave the table and get back to her room to explore that a little more. However, she also knew the lack of privacy she received. Anytime she was in her room, there was always a maiden, Bayard, or a staff member summoning her or doing something in her room. She wondered if Desmondand Demona ever had to deal with the similar intrusions.
Speaking of Demona and Desmond, Victoria snapped out of her trance and noticed some sort of tension with them. They did wish Victoria a Happy Birthday, and spoke of how fun the celebration would be, but they seemed at odds with each other, which was very unlike them.
Demona looked completely miserable. Desmond would glance at her with a cocky smirk but Demona was clearly not amused in the least.
"So Demona, is Skye going to make it to the party tonight?" Desmond turned and asked.
Demona glared at him like an animal ready to attack.
"I don't know, Desmond. Is Andrew coming?" she snapped back at him.
Demona's question brought on a look that could only be described as a mix of anger and disappointment.
Victoria eyed the two of them up, unsure of what to think of the situation. She pushed it out of her mind quickly though, as she was only concerned with escaping this breakfast and finding an opportunity to be alone.
"Good Morning Demona, Desmond." the booming voice of the King rang out.
