Sultana Falls in Love

Author's note: This is a fantasy about corruption in a fantastical world. The themes of cheating and reluctance are going to be present throughout the story. The protagonist will be gaslighted into falling in love. This is clearly just a fantasy, disconnected from anything that should happen in reality. This story can only be considered wholesome in my twisted little mind. So please, read with caution.

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The queen's anguished expression broke as she woke up from her slumber. The sun was low, and the light permeating through the grey windows seemed almost mournful. The queen's bedroom was in a small single palace surrounded by a garden of roses. Her courtesans lived in their own cottages, surrounding the garden of their queen.

Her nature did not allow her courtesans or her servants to sleep close to her.

She was one of the Peri, a sisterhood of rare supernatural desert spirits that had been given form by nature. Her kind were the very embodiment of various aspects of human joy and vitality. A spirit of fertility and love, Sultana was considered a rare beauty even among the vaulted ranks of her sisters. She was a spirit of nature, and she had always felt at home in a field of flowers and herbs. Powerful as she was though, she was still a slave to her nature. And so, her gifts always forced her to visit the human kingdoms. To live amongst the lovers of the world.

When the king, in his youth, had courted her and captured her heart, she had made him build a large garden, right next to the royal palace. Sultana's palace, in the middle of her palatial garden, had been her nest for almost a decade. She cared and loved her sultan. Like everything else around her, her magic had affected the sultan too. It had made him strong and bestowed upon him good fortunes and luck. Yet, like all men in Sultana's life before she met Sultan, he too had been unable to give her a child. The very spirit of fertility had opened her arms to take all that the sultan could give, and she had found him lacking.

The slow disappointment over the last few years had ebbed her cycles. The sultana grew restless, and yet her love was binding. It could not be broken, at least not by her own hands. It was in her nature that she would always be trapped by powerful men. And yet, her beauty ensured that she would not be trapped with a man forever. She knew that a change was coming. She was too valuable of a treasure to be kept safely forever.

Her sister Mira, a being of hope and desire, had already started appearing to her in some of her lonely moments. This is how it always started. Mira would come to the sultana, and tell her of suitors and powerful men of the world. Men who could handle a goddess like her. And so, she had started coming to Sultana for a few months now. Mira had bought her news of many suitors. She had rejected all of them. Sultana was still in love with her husband. She was always in love with her man. These periods of transition were always brutal to her soft heart.

In the haze between sleep and wakefulness, Sultana chased the dream as if she was running after something precious. Her anguish in her dream had been so lovely. She felt Mira's firm touch on her cheek and opened her eyes. She saw two of her big sisters, sitting on her bed, looking at her with quiet emotion in their eyes. Mira, her sister of hope and Sadira, her sister of dreams.

Sultana smiled.

"It is time, Suli," Mira said.

Sultana looked around her bedroom. All of her courtesan's and servants were absent. It was fortunate that the king was away. Mira only came to her when she was alone, away from the influence of her king.

He had gone to one of his neighboring kingdoms to accept King Horthgar's surrender. The fearsome warrior king Horthgar had been a bitter enemy of her husband. After years of skirmishes and battles between the two kingdoms, Horthgar was finally agreeing to a peaceful surrender. Sultan had spent the last month, away from her, negotiating the surrender of their. He due back soon. Sultana was looking forward to being with her king again.

"Time for what, Sister?" Sultana asked.

Both her sisters scooted closer to her.

"Today, I am not going to tell you about a suitor," Mira said.

Sultana smiled impishly, "Giving up already. You know my love for him is still strong". She tried to sit up, but found that her body was unable to move. Her gaze sharpened towards Sadira. "Sister?"

Sadira smiled as she bent down to kiss Sultana's eyes. "Your dream is not yet finished, baby sister," Sadira said. "Let me show you a dream of your future."

Unable to resist the strong magic of Sadira, Sultana felt herself fall towards a dream. She heard the firm voice of Mira say, "She needs this. He can keep her happy for many years. Maybe he can even seed her womb. Sultana is just too stupid to see it."

She felt Sadira's lips kiss her cheek and then move to her ear. "Dream of him, my little sister."

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She woke up in her bedroom. The walls and widows were grey, just as before. Yet Sultana could feel an unexplained suppressed vigor in her heart. Her king was in front of her, and yet she could barely feel him in her heart. As she immersed in the dream, she struggled to protect her sense of self against this changed world. Her heart felt different, fuller, more joyous. Her garden was stronger and happier too, she could feel it. Everything was too clear, too different, too exciting. This was no dream, she realized. Sadira had really made her dream of her future. She struggled against the suppressed joy of her future self. Why was she hiding her emotions from her Sultan. She tried to focus on her husband's words.

The king was asking her to come to his court today. He was telling that he was leaving with a delegation for his new trade route in Horthgar's kingdom. She could feel the fierce joy that exploded within her upon hearing her husband's words. It almost overwhelmed her. She had not felt such joy in a while. If Sultana was in control of her body, she would not have been surprised to find tears in her eyes.

She heard her husband say, "Don't miss me too much". She tried to reply back, but she couldn't. Her lips suppressed a smile. She felt like a voyeur in her own body, helpless and under the control of this new Sultana of the future. She stopped struggling against the joy, she surrendered. The two Sultana became one.

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"I won't miss you at all", she whispered under her breath as she put on her gold earrings. She always liked to dress herself meticulously, even though she didn't need to. Her magic always interfered and changed her dress, especially when she couldn't contain her emotions. But the act of dressing up always seemed too important.

With the king choosing to spend every night in her bed for the last few weeks she was nearing the edge of her patience. Every aspect of him, of their lovemaking, only reminded her of his inherent deficiencies. And each of these deficiencies only made her long for her lover. A few weeks of this, and she was ready to climb the walls.

Today, finally he was leaving the capital. When he had told her that he would be leaving soon, it had taken all of her self control to tamp down the sudden feverish heat that had enveloped her body. The king could be dense at times, but even he would be suspicious when his wife spontaneously transformed her dress into red lace and ribbons at the mention of him going away.

But she had been in a daze ever since then. Her nipples stood at attention throughout the day. Her pussy, just waiting, pulsing, squeezing, throughout the day. Her breasts felt heavy and tender and so full, throughout the day. Her entire body felt raw, sensitive to touch. It didn't help that her magic would subtly, subconsciously change her dress to soft silk or satin. The soft fabric altered by her errant magic, hugging her a little more tightly, cupping her breasts, pressing against her mound. It felt like her entire body was conspiring against her, now that she knew what lay ahead. And it was driving her out of her mind.

It didn't help that she was going to see her lover in court with her husband. Her husband may be the king of the kingdom, but her king was the newly appointed general. The supreme commander of their armies, the steward of his old kingdom, Horthgar.

She shivered with anticipation, as she entered the court with her train of courtesans. Horthgar's figure caught her eye easily. An offspring of an elf mother and a Minatour father, his height put him far higher than her husband, even though he was seated a step below the king, Harsh ebony skin and a hulking physique added to his presence. He dwarfed even the most elite of king's guards. His brute, arrogant masculinity, his gravel rough voice, his cocksure way of movement, everything about him took her breath away these days. She made her way to her husband's throne with short demure steps. All eyes in the court were on her.

She glanced at her husband and tried to give him a smile. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Horthgar snort as he deeply breathed in her scent. His nostrils flared, and the false smile on Sultana's face bloomed into a real, shy one.

Whenever she was in his presence, it was a struggle to contain her desires from manifesting as spontaneous bursts of her magic. It was such torture, being able to see him, in her husband's court, but to be unable to touch him or taste him. Unable to be touched, to be bitten, to be fucked by him. Their romance was only a few months old, and yet it felt like her heart was already ready to be stolen from her old lover.

Sultana, the queen of the court, sat beside the king's throne. She could feel all the eyes on her. She could feel the love and lust, all around her. And she could feel her lover, seated on the other side of the king. A musky smell permeated the air. The potent smell almost made her swoon with need. The king sat unaware, smiling at her. She made the mistake of looking past her king and meeting her lover's eyes. Horthgar smiled. Everything in her body tightened, her half braid controlled by her own magic tightening so deliciously painfully that a strangled gasp escaped her lips. Nobody else had noticed, but of course nothing escaped Horthgar. His smile turned into a smirk.

He looked so handsome. It irked her. He was only allowed to smirk at her when she was drunk on his cock. Not when she was frustrated and annoyed. But unfortunately, her body was already thrumming with pleasure at his gaze. Her cunt pulsed for him. The last time she had graced his bed, he had spent the entire night looking into her rolled back eyes as he fucked countless orgasms out of her. The next morning she had spent hours sitting in his lap, full of his cock blissfully unaware of anything else except the cresting of her orgasms and the grateful kisses she planted over all of him. He stuffed her so full that every small movement on his cock shattered her.

She still remembered the first time he had split her open with his cock. He had lifted her up in his arms, kissed her till she was squirming for him. Then he threw her in his bed like a doll. She was not a short lady by any means, but his eight foot half-minotaur half-human frame meant he could handle her like his own little plaything. As she lay spread on his sheets, the general had finally unveiled his thick engorged cock, placing it over her stomach. With his balls weighing down on her cunt lips, his cock stretched up to just below the underside of her ripe breasts, even when he was not completely hard. He was so thick, her dainty little fingers could barely fit him in a two handed grip. And his heft mesmerized her. The weight of it seemed to trap her, pinning her on his beds.

She had been scared then,of how he would change her, whether the innate magic of her kind would help mold her to him. Or whether it would be too much for even her. A cock powerful enough to break even the spirit of love. She had been so scared and aroused, especially when his monstrous appendage only became harder under the curious caresses of her hands. He had played her body like a violin that night, before slowly feeding his entire length through her cunt. She shivered as she remembered the lightheadedness caused by her body's magical expenditure as it tried to keep up with him. Her magic adapted her to him, shifting her organs aside, stretching her pussy walls to accommodate his invasion. She had felt newer, nascent pleasure spots developing within newer elongated walls. He had controlled her perfectly, handling her at just the right pace. Slow enough to keep her from completely blacking out due to exhaustion, all the while keeping her at that delicious precipice of pleasure and pain.

The assault had finally ended when he was deep inside her, his cock head throbbing below her sternum. She could see her distended stomach from between the valley of her breasts, connected to this giant of a man. Her elongated canal squeezing, caressing his cock, showering the invader with its copious juices. The deep throbs of his cock, and the answering squeezes of her cunt established a rhythm as he stayed deep within her. A rhythm that had hurled her towards her first orgasm with him. Cumming on his cock had been a life altering experience for her. The extra length of her pussy walls had overloaded her with a pleasure so intense that she had tried to retreat within herself, afraid of the waves of stimulation that were emanating around her core. But then her pleasure had deepened, electrifying every part of her being. Toe curling, leg cramping, silent screaming, eye rolling, mouth drooling, back arching kind of a pleasure. Except she couldn't even arch her back for her lover, because her entire torso was stretched around his rigid cock.

That day he had created so many memories for her, so many milestones. She had not known what her body was capable of or what her magic was capable of before that day. The innate magic of nymphs allowed them to adapt to a wide range of adversaries in the wild. It was a crucial advantage during battle. It just so happened that this ability also allowed her body to bear the brunt of the passions of the most powerful man in the kingdom. What was more surprising was that she liked it so much. She was used to being in control, always, even with her own husband. So when Horthgar had pinned her down on his bed and fucked her pretty little brains out, she had encountered one of the few men in the world who could force a nymph's body to his own will.

A sharp pain in her scalp reminded her where she was. Her braid had become painfully tight. She realized that her hold on her magic had loosened as she lost herself in her daydream. Her body was automatically trying to recreate the sensations it most associated with him. He always held her by her hair when he fucked her throat. He liked grabbing her by her braids and pulling her on his cock. A tight ruby red necklace has materialized on the base of her neck. She knew that her magic was going to tighten it soon, as soon as her lover's gaze settled in her direction.

She took a deep breath. Horthgar, meet her glance. His eyes had a glint to them. He knew. Of course he knew, she thought. She averted her eyes away from her new lover and blushed like a virgin. Her necklace tightened.

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She woke up in the arms of Mira and Sadira. Her body felt feverish, heavy with need. She knew her cycles would start soon. Oh no, my poor sultan, she thought.

"No, no, no ..., " She heard the words from her lips before she even realised that she was speaking them.

Sadira's eyes were full of pity and Mira's were full of triumph. Sadira shushed Sultana as she tried to calm her down.

"Sultana, say his name." It was the stern voice of Mira.

"No, No, No ...," Sultana babbled as her heart filled with grief and love for the Sultan.

Sadira pulled Sultana into her bosom as she whispered sweet nothings into her little sister's ears.

"Sultana, say his name. You need to say his name." Mira's seemed sterner.

Sultana cried in her Sadira's embrace, and petulantly kept denying her sister's demands.

Long after Sultana was spent and had fallen asleep, Mira looked at her two sisters and finally smiled. Sadira smiled back.

Sultana had not acknowledged the name of her lover yet, but her grey dress had already changed to a deep red gown. In her sleep, Sadira had taken her again to that possible future. Sultana cooed in her sleep. The two sisters smiled in triumph. The age of the sultan was coming to an end. The sisters would wait. Sultana was a slave to her nature, the most emotional and vulnerable of all the Peri sisters. The seed had already been planted. Horthgar would soon rule, and Sultana would finally be happy again.