Prince Tarial stood surveying his crowd of guests, gathered for his coronation day. The crown sat on the far side of the room, waiting to be placed on his head. The day had gone as planned, a large parade, a lush banquet, and of course performances by all the kingdom’s finest musicians, artisans, and jesters. The room was filled with all the most important dignitaries from across the realm, all the kingdom’s noblemen and women, the most influential people.

“And yet…I remain uninvited.” As if reading his mind, the sorceress Dinae strode across the large carpet stretching the length of the room. Just moments ago she had barged in, throwing open the doors with her dark magic, the two guards from outside, flying halfway across the grand hall. “My invitation must have been lost in the mail.” She flourished her hands, brushing her deep purple cloak back from her shoulders.

“It was not mistake.” Tarial stood tall against her from in front of his soon to be throne. “Your wicked deeds have-“

“Evil dear. Evil. Wickedness is far overrated.” She strode forward, the crowd flinching from her with each glance in their direction, as if her gaze alone could harm them.

Tarial ground his teeth together. “Evil deeds have wrought havoc across the edges of the kingdom. Do not mistake, each step you take is done so because I will it.”

Dinae cackled, a sharp biting tone from such beautiful features. Her beauty alone could have earned her a seat at any table in the kingdom, honor and recognition beyond any that could be held by power. “My dear, you will nothing to me. Your father set out with your finest soldiers and I graciously returned them all to you alive. Perhaps they were missing a limb or driven to babbling fools, but alive none the less.” She stopped in the middle of the room, turning to face the crowd. “And would that not be considered a mercy for daring to challenge me!”

The crowd turned, muttering to each other in harsh whispers, carefully hiding their mouths from sight as they did so. Tarial grumbled and stepped down from the platform, away from the throne. He walked towards the sorceress, no hesitation in his stride. He stopped a good distance from her. He towered over her, at least by a head, his hand resting on his sword, his father’s sword, now owned by him. His father had fallen ill not long after returning, incurable. It was not long before he had passed on.

“You consider that mercy. The kingdom suffers under your gaze. You poison the outlying farms with your magic, kidnap the first born children for your own kingdom, on land that does not belong to you. You practice dark magic, the kind that taints not only the mind but the soul. You are an affront to god and all his goodness.”

Dinae grimaced, her gaze growing dark and malicious. “Do not speak of what you do not know boy.” She stepped forward, the sound of metal weapons being brandished echoed across the room. She did not react as if they posed no threat to her. Instead she stepped up to the prince, her hand raised to trace the adornments on his body, fingers daintily tracing each braid and metallic adornment.

“Your farmers are fools. When cautioned against using the soiled water of the river, they laughed. Now their farms have run dry and they blame me for the sins of your kingdom.” She plucked a stray strand of fabric free dropping it aside. “I do not kidnap children. I offer the scorned first born daughters a place to hide from abusive hands and leering gazes.” She turned striding around the prince as she spoke. Her gaze turned to linger on the crowd. “I will not deny my practice of the dark magics but they do not taint and corrupt me. This…opulence. This…greed. This is corruption far beyond any I face. How many must starve, must suffer so that you all may enjoy this.”

The flames on the candles flickered, dimming in the great hall. A cold wind blew in through the open door, echoing through the stone halls of the castle. A sense of dark foreboding came in through the air. Dark energy swirled around the sorceress as she continued to walk, stepping gracefully around the prince, almost gliding across the floor.

“And yet. This crowd of fools laughs, and stuffs their face and still it is not enough. Your greed is insatiable, your lust unquenchable, your desires as plain as the look on your face.” The crowd stifled their murmurs as she came to stand once more in front of the prince.

Oh yes my prince, even you, those filthy lewd thoughts of the wives of fellow dignitaries, of how ashamed they would be if they knew what you would do to them. Yet still, your thoughts linger on me. The sorceress traced the curvature of the tops of her breasts that rose above the edge of her gown. She smirked as the prince glanced down at them before looking away.

There’s no need to be ashamed after all, to lust is human. After all, each member of the crowd is hearing musings of their own in their heads. Look at them, fools each one. Prince Tarial looked around the room. Heavy breaths and flushed faces of embarrassment filled the room. Even the servants seemed ashamed, some attempting to cover their bodies.

“So my prince. What say you to your court of fools. To your people. To me. What would be your decree be once crowned king.”

Tarial gripped the sword with all his might, drawing it from his sheath. He raised it, stepping back. The blade the only thing separating him from the sorceress. “Enough of your games. You have come and said your peace. You have made clear your intentions. Now I make mine clear. Leave this place, leave this kingdom and do not return. I grant you your life.”

The sorceress cackled her eyes glowing as magic flowed around her hands drawing in the air, almost sucking the life out of every breath in the room. “You grant me nothing!” She raised her hands, dark tendrils of black and purple energy striking around it, dealing no damage but electrifying the air. The crowd cowered, curling in and ducking for cover to avoid being hit by the blasts.

Prince Tarial remained fixed in place. His sword did not waiver even as much as the wind buckled at his body. He did not tremble or falter in his will. But his will was not the only thing that could be broken.

The words echoed in his mind as the sorceress reached out her hand, gripping the blade of the sword tightly. It dug into her skin, cutting the flesh. A small of blood began to roll down from her palm, flowing down to her wrist before dipping beneath the loose fabric of her sleeve. The blade began to tremble, shaking almost of its own will. Cracks began to form deep within the metal, its form quaking and trembling under the weight.

The sword shattered, the shock and force from it blowing outward in a wave. Prince Tarial stumbled backwards, shielding himself from the blast. The fragments of his fathers sword falling around him as he stumbled over a crease in the rug, tumbling to the ground. He rolled over, looking up at the sorceress, fear in his eyes. He slowly began to push himself up to his feet, resting on one knees before beginning to rise.

Dinae reached out quickly, her fingers wrapping tightly around the prince’s neck, holding him in place beneath her. “I think this is a much more suitable position for you, kneeling before your queen.” She turned his head to the side, eyeing him over. “You know, if you were a first born daughter, you’d have no claim to the throne without marriage.” She smiled wickedly. “In fact you’d be nothing more than a mewling pet for some lord to brush aside as he raids your kingdom.”

She removed her grip, running her fingers through the prince’s blonde hair. It seemed to grow and stretch with each brush of her fingers, growing longer, flowing farther with each brush. “But I wouldn’t brush you aside like that. After all, you, much like your kingdom need a strong hand to guide you.”

The prince tried to stumble backwards away, falling onto his behind. He began to crawl backwards as the sorceress stepped after him. With each moment he could feel her magic dig deeper into his body, changing it to her whim. He tried to shake the long blonde hair from his face but each motion only made it bounce, growing more full and voluminous than before. His back hit the stairs to the throne as he stopped looking up at the woman towering above him. She raised a single foot, pressing it against his crotch gently. She dug the toe of her boot down, pressing.

Tarial let out a whimper, not of pain, but pleasure. The sound was high pitched, more of a squeak than a grunt. The sound surprised her, as she quickly covered her mouth. Instead of the rough stubble, the princess found a soft and smooth face. She raised her hands looking at them, her fingers thinner, nails longer and painted a deep purple. She looked up through them trembling at the sorceress, heavy lashes and blond locks obscuring her.

Don’t be afraid darling, you’re taking to the spell so well. Just relax. The boot’s toe dug deeper into her core as the princess cried out grinding her hips up into it for friction. The sensation was unlike any she had experienced before. She could feel her body changing beneath the boot, shrinking inside, disappearing within, forming a new softer form, one more appealing to her queen. Yes, appealing to your queen.

She could feel her outfit changing, the royal adornments replaced with a revealing gown. Her breasts began to grow, popping over the edge, bare for the crowd of dignitaries to see. They stared intently, watching the princess be defiled before them all. She blushed, her face growing deep red. There is no shame in being seen for who you are. The princess began to pull her hands away. There was no shame in being seen this way. In fact she enjoyed it when her queen began to show her off, displaying her for others to see, to use. Nothing but a plaything for your queen.

The princess came crying out in ecstasy. Her revealing panties only serving as a reminder that bare flesh should only be covered so that it frames that which is desired. Her queen, her sorceress, her majesty removed the boot from her bare crotch. The loose fabric of the princess dress fell to the side as she fell to her knees, bowing before her queen. This is your rightful place, beneath me, serving me. The princess knew it was true, because the voice told her it was, and the voice of her queen was never wrong.

“Rise princess Aria. Rise so that the court may gaze upon you by my side. Rise so that you may crown me your queen.”

“Yes your majesty.” The voice that came from the princess was soft and sweet. Gone was the coarse roughness of the young man who held a sword moments prior, replaced by a mousy feminine form.

A guard charged, moving forward towards the queen, spear raised to strike. Princess Aria moved without hesitation, stepping forward with alarming speed. She ducked under the spear, planting her foot and turning, her other heel rising up to clip the guard under his helmet. He stumbled, falling backwards. His spear spinning in the air was quickly snatched by the princess as she spun, landing with her foot upon his armored chest, the spear pressed against his neck, in the gap between his armor. He averted his gaze, avoiding staring up at the princess’ bare crotch dripping down her leg, fully on display for all to see from this position.

Dinae walked up behind the princess, her hand running along the princess’ back, gently sliding up around her as she leaned in to plant a kiss on her defender’s cheek. “Spare him my dear. He has not yet learned that my will is absolute as you have. As have all here!” Her voice echoed across the room, a sharp reminder to all to not challenge her. The princess lifted the spear, spinning it before setting it down with a thud, a warning of a challenge.

“This kingdom is mine! This princess is mine! This castle is mine! All who wish to accept my rule may do so. All those who do not shall be ground to dust beneath my heel. All those who do accept my rule shall be rewarded with pleasure beyond your wildest imagination.”

The murmurs around the room began to swell, debates over whether to stand against or not. Step forward and serve your kingdom. The princess nodded, the voice in her head spoke truth. She slowly began to undo the clasps holding her flimsy dress on, letting it fall away behind her with each step. She tossed aside the spear, the underpants that covered her pale cheeks and thighs did nothing to hide her arousal or body. The silk gloves on her hands and heeled shoes the only other things on her body as she dropped to her knees in the middle of the great hall, the shards of her father’s foolish sword discarded around her.

“Please take me for your pleasure as a token of gratitude by my queen. May the gift of my body and my service to the kingdom lead you to swear to her as I have.”

Dinae climbed the steps to the throne, sitting upon it. Her legs parted as her hand dipped between them. The princess could feel the fingers toying with her as if they were touching her directly. Her mistress was very kind and gracious allowing her to share their pleasure as one. She would do her own part in securing the kingdom’s safety and future.

As the first foreign dignitary approached the princess’ behind, she eagerly waited to serve the kingdom and was rewarded as the first thrust of his cock entered her. Serve the kingdom by serving my will.