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Chapter 4
It was mid-afternoon and High Priestess Morrigan limped back to the chapel rectory from her meeting with Rodmond.
Her Paige, a sweet-faced youth she had brought with her from the Holy Seminary, approached her immediately upon entering the castle's chapel. The high, vaulted ceiling of the ancient chapel gave every sound an echo which only made the High Priestess more irritated. It looked as though they had the place to themselves, but she had no time for the boy, and hurriedly moved towards her office. He was trying to say this or that, offering to help to his mistress, who was clearly struggling to walk straight.
Morrigan would hear none of it. The only thing she wanted was a long soak in a hot bath and a fresh change of clothes. He kept babbling next to her. She waved him away sternly until finally he relented and departed. She made note of his inability to observe her delicate state. Five demerits.
She'd simply have to sit on his face later. The boy looked like he needed a reminder of how to properly use his tongue with her. And she could definitely use a soothing balm on her raw asshole too. What she really needed was some peace and quiet.
Upon opening the door however Morrigan found Queen Marzanna seated in her chair. The woman didn't even stand to greet her. Framed against the wide-open window and crashing waves beyond, her beautiful sister looked straight out of a painting. The room was otherwise bare besides her cot, a simple wardrobe, one desk, and two chairs.
'Sister,' the High Priestess sighed and straightened. She hoped Marzanna wouldn't notice her compromised state. Alas, the busty queen had been watching her as she walked in. Why hadn't her Paige told her that the queen was in her office? Oh, by the Redeemer, she was absolutely going to enjoy sitting on his face later.
'My dear Morrigan,' the queen said with a smirk, thoroughly inspecting her, 'I tried to warn you this morning, didn't I?' She sat in a regal pose and wore little jewelry beyond her wedding ring. She had on a long green silk dress that left little to the imagination. But that was Marzanna. Her huge tits were barely concealed by the generous plunging neckline that dominated her stomach.
'Hmpf,' Morrigan snorted, 'I seem to recall you hobbling around at that hour as well.' She leaned against the only other free chair in the room.
'True, true,' the queen steepled her fingers and fought back a burst of laughter, 'but then, I suppose I couldn't be sure... he would still be up for it, after last night, of course.'
Morrigan eyed her younger sister. 'Leave it to you to try and tire a man out.'
'Evidently not,' the queen said, watching Morrigan wince as she tried to ease herself down on the plush chair. 'Your blessed bottom, I take it?'
'Where else?'
Marzanna nodded. 'Fair... and how was it?'
'Ughh,' Morrigan sighed, finally sitting, and stretched out her legs from under her skirts. 'Exquisite,' she chuckled.
'Isn't he?' Marzanna now had a hand on her cleavage to stifle the jiggling of her mirth. 'Please, sister. Won't you tell me how it went?'
'Oh my, if you insist,' Morrigan cocked her head, raised an eyebrow, 'after I had finished him with my mouth...'
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Rodmond was on his knees on the council room's great wooden table.
The thing was ancient and had seen countless hard-fought deliberations, lengthy negotiations, and tense debates take place on it over Trevilan's history. Doubtful though if it had ever served as the foundation by which Rodmond now fucked his forty-year-old aunt in the ass.
His surprisingly busty Aunt was in a solid doggy style position, with her long robes and white wimple serving as cushion for her hands and knees.
Presently Rodmond had a hand firmly rested on one of Morrigan's fat ass cheeks, while the other guided the girth of his cock into the horny High Priestess' well-lubed sphincter. The teenager had spent a good amount of time earlier eating both her ass and pussy. He had been diligent with both holes, alternating between them and fingering liberally when his mouth was busy with the other. All done at her enthusiastic behest, of course.
Now it was time to fuck her holy asshole and Rodmond wasn't about to pass up such an opportunity. To think he had spent most of his eighteen years almost completely bed bound, with barely any real action. And now, over only the last two days, he had been getting more sex than he could have ever dreamed of.
The newly crowned king watched as the fat head of his enormous prick slowly stretched open his aunt's puckered asshole and sank inside it.
Morrigan was a chorus of moans and grunts, a steady beat of fists slamming down on the table. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck,' she had done more swearing in the last hour than in the last year. 'Yes, give me more of that big hard prick, stud. Auntie needs all of it up her tight little asshole!'
Despite the pain, she urged him to keep going and give her more. And there was plenty more to give. Rodmond held onto his cock, about halfway down the shaft, and watched as it buckled under the intense pressure of her tight butthole.
It was almost as tight as Gilly's pussy, Rodmond reflect, simply amazing. His sister's tiny form flashed in his mind, fucking him last night. He still couldn't shake those powerful images of her lithe, young body gracefully gyrating on top of him, so fluid and beautiful. It was either through her own horny willpower or the magic bestowed upon her by their sister Maymon's potion, or both, which had allowed Gilly to take a little over half of his awesome length. He hoped it wasn't a dream. It had been an unbelievable sight to behold.
Stronger still was the memory of having fucked his mother so many times before that and being able to so easily go balls deep inside her welcoming cunt. It felt like where he belonged.
Rodmond continued to shove more of his cock inside his aunt's ass. He shrugged, maybe that was just the way it was with older women, with more experienced vaginas and assholes. He wondered if he was going to be able to go all the way in aunt Morrigan's ass.
'Only one way to find out,' he grunted. 'Fuck, you feel incredible, aunt Morrigan!'
'Yesss, you'd better be enjoying this, boy. Ugh! The High Priestess... doesn't let just anyone... fuck her sweet asshole.'
'Ah, but I am not anyone,' Rodmond strained and gave a hard push forward, 'I'm Rodmond Velcin, king of Trevilan.'
'Oooo,' she cried from the force of his push. 'Redeemer, that's big!'
Rodmond couldn't understand why Morrigan chose to hide such an exceptionally busty body underneath all those robes. He pictured his busty mother, who always flaunted her huge tits around the castle, and he felt his prick throb inside his aunt's asshole. He leaned to the side and drooled over her big hangers. Even though she was on her hands and knees, her boobs still touched the table, they were so long and fat. He just wanted to hurry up fuck her hard but he was still trying to fit it all in her ass.
He ground his teeth against her tightness. This had become a ritual to him, before each session of lovemaking, he first had to warm them up. Get them used to him. Had to loosen them up by acclimating them to his extreme size. Rodmond had to admit that not everyone was going to be like his mom. Couldn't expect them all to take his length. And that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, it just meant he'd get to try several different flavors of pussy, different shapes, and sizes. And it helped that they all seemed to come directly to him.
He inched a little more inside the moaning High Priestess. There were still a few pushes to go before he really started fucking her. What a woman! He wondered if his mom would ever let him stick it in her ass? Maybe he would surprise her next time. Or see if she'd let him stick a finger... or his tongue in. Her ultra-curvy body flashed in his mind. Another big throb inside his aunt and she cried out again.
Rodmond watched as she readjusted, was leaning down now, and frantically finger fucking herself. He caught her rapidly rubbing her clit, then sinking in two or three fingers just below his cock. It looked delicious. What a perfectly preserved pussy. He would have loved to pull out right now and stuff that tight juicy cunt with everything he had. But her asshole was just so hot and tight. That, and she would probably kill him on the spot.
'Ugh, ugh, ughhhh... Thats it, baby, you're so fucking deep... Oh! You can start fucking auntie now. Rodmond... Small strokes first, OK? You're so fucking big... It still really hurts... but... but I can take it. I'm... I'm getting used to your size. Now go ahead and start pumping.'
Rodmond didn't need to be told twice. He took his grip off his cock and used both hands to grab onto her wide, generous hips. They felt incredible, soft like jelly, and this position was perfect for really slamming into her. He felt like he could do some damage like this.
'Ooooh... easy now, baby, I've never had anything this big before... never anything close to this big... inside my ass. Oh fuck! Slow, I said!'
Rodmond smirked. He couldn't contain himself. He was so eager to fuck this amazing asshole. 'Sorry, aunt Morrigan, your big butt just feels way too good.'
'Oh, I know. You're certainly not the first to fall victim to it...' A few agonizing seconds passed, slowing going, but she eventually relented to his invasion.
