Enchanting the Queen
By Klrxo
Princess Eleanor sneered as she watched her younger brother's feeble attempts to swing a practice sword. "Honestly Cedric, it's embarrassing to watch you flail about like that. A stiff breeze could knock you over!"
Prince Cedric's pale cheeks flushed red with humiliation. He knew he was slight of frame compared to the burly knights, but he was trying his best. "I'm still learning, Eleanor," he muttered, lowering the heavy sword.
"Learning?" Eleanor scoffed. "More like failing. Look at Sir Aldric and Sir Percival - now those are real men who know how to wield a blade. You look like a child playing pretend."
Cedric glanced over at the armored knights gracefully sparring in the courtyard, their swords flashing in the sun. He wished he had even a fraction of their strength and skill.
"Why don't you stick to your books and leave the fighting to the real warriors, little brother?" Eleanor taunted. "We wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." She turned on her heel and strode away, her luscious teen buttocks wagging with every step. Her mocking laughter echoing off the stone walls.
Cedric's shoulders slumped in defeat. Maybe his sister was right - maybe he wasn't cut out for this. He gazed wistfully at the knights, doubt and embarrassment weighing heavily upon him. Would he ever prove himself worthy of the title of prince?
Cedric trudged through the castle halls, his head hung low and his spirit deflated. The weight of his sister's mocking words pressed down upon him, as heavy as the practice sword he had struggled to wield. He was the prince, destined to one day lead the kingdom's armies into battle and protect the realm. Yet here he was, slight and bookish, more at home in the library than on the training grounds.
As he walked, lost in thought, a glimmer caught his eye. There, nestled in a shadowed alcove, lay a ring. Curious, Cedric bent to pick it up. The moment his fingers touched the cool metal, a familiar voice echoed in his mind.
"Prince Cedric, do not despair," the voice said, and he recognized it as belonging to the castle's wizard, Aldwyn. "Your path may be different from those who yield the sword, but it is no less important."
Cedric startled, glancing around to see if the wizard was nearby. But he was alone in the corridor. He looked down at the ring, now glowing softly in his palm.
"Aldwyn?" he whispered. "How are you speaking to me?"
"Through the ring, my prince," the wizard's voice replied. "Set it back down and you'll see."
Cedric carefully set the ring back down on the stone floor. In a shimmering flash of light, the ring transformed into the aged wizard Aldwyn himself, his long white beard nearly reaching the floor and his eyes twinkling with wisdom.
"You see, my prince," Aldwyn explained, "I have developed a spell that allows me to take the form of any object I choose. It comes in quite handy for moving about the castle unnoticed."
Cedric's eyes widened with wonder. "That's incredible, Aldwyn! How does the spell work? What does it feel like to become an object?"
The old wizard chuckled at the boy's enthusiasm. "Ah, the curiosity of youth! It warms my heart to see such a thirst for knowledge."
He leaned in conspiratorially. "You know, Cedric, with your love of learning and your sharp mind, you would make an excellent apprentice."
The prince's heart leapt in his chest. "An apprentice? You mean, to learn magic from you?"
Aldwyn nodded, his smile warm and encouraging. "Indeed. I sense a great potential in you, my boy. Your path may not lie in the art of the sword, but
in the realm of the arcane. Under my tutelage, you could become a powerful wizard, capable of defending the kingdom in ways your sister can only dream of."
Cedric's mind raced with the possibilities. To study magic, to unlock the secrets of the universe - it was everything he had ever wanted. And to think, he might one day be able to transform into objects himself!
"Yes," he breathed, his eyes shining with determination. "Yes, I want to be your apprentice, Aldwyn. I want to learn everything you can teach me."
The old wizard clapped his hands in delight. "Excellent! We shall begin your lessons at once."
Cedric rushed to find his parents, his heart pounding with excitement at the prospect of becoming Aldwyn's apprentice. He burst into the throne room, where his mother, Queen Velariana, sat beside his father, King Alric.
Velariana was a breathtaking sight, with lustrous dark hair cascading down her back and a figure that turned heads throughout the kingdom. Her gargantuan tits and shapely posterior were the stuff of legend, the subject of many a bawdy tavern song.
The Queen was resplendent in a low-cut, form-fitting gown of shimmering crimson silk that clung to her voluptuous curves. The plunging neckline displayed an almost scandalous amount of her tit- cleavage, the creamy swells of her breasts threatening to spill out with each breath. The gown's skirt was slit daringly high up one thigh, offering tantalizing glimpses of her long, toned legs as she crossed them. Her pretty feet were adorned in strappy gold stilettos that accentuated her shapely calves.
As she shifted on her throne, the gown stretched taut across her generous posterior, emphasizing the shelf of her bubbled behind. Many a noble had fantasized about worshipping that royal rump.
The king, in contrast, looked rather plain seated beside his sexy queen, though his eyes shone with pride and love for her.
Cedric took a deep breath, trying to ignore his mother's distracting beauty as he approached the thrones. "Mother, father," he began, "I have wonderful news. Aldwyn has invited me to become his apprentice and study the magical arts under his tutelage."
Velariana's eyes lit up with pride and joy. "Oh, Cedric, that's marvelous! I always knew you had a special gift. Learning from Aldwyn will be the perfect way for you to cultivate your talents."
King Alric, however, furrowed his brow. "Magic? You want to spend your days holed up in a dusty old tower, poring over spellbooks? What about your duties as a prince? What about leading our armies?"
Cedric's heart sank, but Velariana placed a gentle hand on her husband's arm. "Alric, my love, not every prince is destined to be a mighty warrior. Cedric has a brilliant mind and a kind heart. With Aldwyn's guidance, he could become a wise and powerful advisor, able to protect our kingdom in ways brute force never could."
The king sighed heavily, but as he gazed upon his wife's beautiful face, her persuasive words and voluptuous figure wore down his resistance. "Very well," he conceded. "If you believe this is the right path for our son, Velariana, then I will support it. Cedric, you have my blessing to study with Aldwyn."
Cedric beamed with happiness, throwing his arms around his mother and burying his face in her pillowy, perfumed cleavage. "Thank you, Mother," he murmured. "Thank you for believing in me."
Velariana stroked her son's hair, her heart swelling with love and pride. "Always, my darling boy."
The queen's breath caught in her throat as she felt the unmistakable heat and rigidity of her son's manhood pressing against her thigh through their clothing. By the gods, when had young Cedric grown so large and virile? Surely this throbbing length of manly flesh could not belong to her sweet, bookish boy.
Velariana's pulse raced as forbidden, shameful thoughts flooded her mind unbidden. She imagined her son's hard cock springing free, long and thick and flushed with need. In her fantasy, she wrapped her fingers around that meaty shaft, stroking it as Cedric groaned with pleasure. She pictured taking him into her mouth, worshipping his princely rod with her lips and tongue until he spent his royal seed down her eager throat.
The queen shuddered, a hot flush spreading through her body at these taboo images. What sort of depraved mother was she to entertain such lewd notions about her own son? And yet, she could not deny the aching, empty throb between her thighs, the dampness of her silk smallclothes as they clung to her heated sex.
Velariana forced herself to pull away from the embrace, her hands trembling and her cheeks flushed crimson. She prayed Cedric could not smell the musky scent of her arousal or see how her diamond-hard nipples strained against the bodice of her gown. What was wrong with her, lusting after her child like some debauched harlot?
The prince gazed at her with adoring eyes, blissfully unaware of the carnal hunger he had awoken within her. "I will make you proud, Mother," he promised earnestly, his voice cracking with youthful sincerity. "I swear it."
"I know you will, my son," Velariana managed, thankful her gown concealed the tremble in her legs and the shameful dampness between them. "Now go, begin your studies with Aldwyn. I shall see you at dinner."
Cedric bowed and hurried off, his movements unintentionally highlighting the enticing bulge at the front of his trousers. Velariana bit back a moan, her pussy clenching with illicit need. Gods forgive her, she would be imagining that bulge as she touched herself tonight, lost in the forbidden fantasy of her son's hard teenage cock pounding into her greedy cunt.
The queen took a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. She could not let these dark desires consume her. She had to be strong, to resist temptation for the good of her son and the kingdom. But deep down, a traitorous part of her hoped that one day, Cedric's magic studies might uncover a spell to make all her taboo dreams come true.
As Cedric left the throne room, his mind swirled with conflicting emotions. He was overjoyed at the prospect of studying magic under Aldwyn's guidance, but a darker desire gnawed at his heart. For years, he had watched his father, King Alric, rule beside Queen Velariana, a woman of such breathtaking beauty that it made Cedric's loins ache with longing.
In the secrecy of his bedchamber, Cedric often found himself stroking his oversized appendage, imagining what it would be like to sink his tender boy-cock into his mother's lush, voluptuous body. He dreamed of burying his face in her ample bosom, suckling at her fat, rosy nipples until she cried out in ecstasy. He fantasized about gripping her wide, fertile hips as he plunged into her depths, claiming her as his own.
It was a forbidden desire, one that filled him with shame and self-loathing. And yet, he could not help but envy his father for having the privilege of making love to such a gorgeous creature every night. The thought of King Alric's hands roaming over Velariana's curves, his lips tasting her sweetness, drove Cedric mad with jealousy.
He knew it was wrong, knew that he should banish these impure thoughts from his mind. But as he made his way to Aldwyn's tower, his cock throbbed insistently against the confines of his trousers, a testament to the all-consuming lust that burned within him.
Perhaps, he mused darkly, his magical studies would provide a distraction from his incestuous longings. Or perhaps they would only serve to fuel his forbidden fantasies, granting him the power to make his deepest, darkest desires a reality.
In the days that followed, Cedric threw himself into his magical studies with a fervor bordering on obsession. Under Aldwyn's patient guidance, he learned to harness the power that thrummed through his veins, shaping it into spells of increasing complexity.
Yet even as he progressed in his lessons, his mind continually wandered to thoughts of his mother, and also the buxom servant girl who worked in the
castle kitchens. Her name was Rosalind, and she possessed a figure that compared to the Queen's. Cedric often found himself lurking in the shadows, watching as she went about her duties, her enormous tits struggling against the confines of her bodice.
One day, as Rosalind bent over to retrieve a fallen spoon, Cedric saw his chance. Muttering an incantation under his breath, he focused his newfound magical energy on the buttons of her dress. With a soft pop, the first button came undone, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of her creamy cleavage.
Rosalind straightened, a puzzled frown on her face as she felt the sudden looseness of her bodice. But before she could investigate further, Cedric unleashed another burst of magic, this time targeting the remaining buttons.
In a cascading wave, the buttons popped free, one after another, until Rosalind's dress gaped open, revealing her magnificent, heavy tits in all their glory. They wobbled and bounced as she gasped in shock, her nipples hardening in the cool air of the kitchen.
Cedric's cock immediately sprang to attention, throbbing with need at the sight of such perfection. He yearned to bury his face between those soft, pillowy mounds, to suckle and tease her until she writhed with pleasure.
Rosalind, spotted the Prince, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger, clutched her gaping bodice to her chest and fled the kitchen, tears stinging her eyes. She ran straight to Queen Velariana's chambers, bursting in without knocking in her distress.
"Your Majesty!" Rosalind cried, her voice trembling. "Forgive the intrusion, but I must report a most distressing incident. Prince Cedric, he... he used magic to expose my bosom in the kitchens!"
Velariana's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly composed herself. "Calm yourself, Rosalind," she soothed, rising from her seat to comfort the distraught servant girl. "I will speak with Cedric about this matter. You have my word that it will be dealt with discreetly."
Rosalind sniffled, nodding gratefully. "Thank you, Your Majesty. I am sorry to trouble you with this."
"Nonsense," Velariana said, her voice gentle but firm. "You did the right thing by coming to me. Now, take the rest of the day off to collect yourself. I will ensure that Cedric understands the gravity of his actions."
Once Rosalind had departed, Velariana summoned her son to her chambers with a sense of urgency. The young prince entered, his head hanging low, weighed down by the heavy burden of shame, unable to meet his mother's piercing gaze.
"Cedric," Velariana began, her voice firm, imbued with a sternness that cut through the air like a blade, yet tempered with a hint of compassion. "Rosalind has informed me of your disgraceful conduct in the kitchens. Using your magic to strip a servant girl of her dignity is an abomination and a stain on your honor as a prince."
"I'm sorry, Mother," Cedric murmured, the words tumbling out of his mouth as his face flushed crimson with humiliation. "I don't know what possessed me. It won't happen again, I swear."
Velariana sighed deeply, her expression softening as if a storm had momentarily passed. "I understand you are a young man grappling with...urges. But you must master them, Cedric. Wielding your power, magical or otherwise, with recklessness is a path to ruin."
She giant boobies wobbled ever so slightly as she stepped closer, her presence an anchor in the tumult, and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I will shield you from your father's wrath, for I believe you are genuinely repentant. But henceforth, should you feel an overwhelming need to exercise your magic in such a manner, you will do so exclusively with me. Is that understood?"
Cedric's head jerked up, his eyes wide with shock and a spark of forbidden thrill. "With...with you, Mother?"
Velariana smiled, a conspiratorial edge to her voice that sent a shiver through the room. "Yes, my darling boy. As long as you vow never to exert your magic on others without their consent, I will permit you to explore
your spells on me. But tread carefully, for you must not let your passions consume you. Do you understand?"
Cedric nodded fervently, his heart pounding with disbelief at his unexpected fortune. "Yes, Mother, I promise. I won't get carried away."
The next morning, Cedric awoke with excitement thrumming through his veins. His mother's words from the previous day echoed in his mind, a tantalizing invitation to explore his burgeoning magical abilities on her magnificent body.
He made his way to the great hall for breakfast, his eyes immediately drawn to Queen Velariana as she sat at the head of the table. She was a vision of regal beauty, her ridiculously-oversized bosom straining against the confines of her emerald gown, the soft curves of her body a testament to her fertile femininity.
As Cedric took his seat, he focused his mind on the spell he had been practicing in secret, a subtle incantation designed to manipulate the very fabric of his mother's gown. With a furtive glance to ensure no one was watching, he muttered the words under his breath, his fingers tracing arcane patterns beneath the table.
At first, nothing seemed to happen. But then, as Velariana reached for her goblet of wine, Cedric saw it - a slight shimmering around the bodice of her gown, as if the material had suddenly become imbued with a will of its own.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, the queen's breasts began to sway and bounce beneath the emerald fabric, as if caught in a gentle breeze. Velariana's eyes widened in surprise as she felt the unexpected movement, her hands instinctively moving to still her jiggling bosom.
But Cedric's spell had taken hold, and with each breath his mother took, her giant tits seemed to grow more animated, straining against the confines of her gown as they swelled and quivered. The fabric stretched taut across her ample bust, the outline of her hardening nipples clearly visible beneath the thin material.
Velariana's cheeks flushed a delicate pink as she realized what was happening, her eyes darting around the table to see if anyone had noticed her predicament. With a subtle grace, she reached for her flowing robe, draping it over her shoulders to conceal the evidence of her son's magical mischief.
But as she caught Cedric's gaze, a knowing smile played across her lips, a silent acknowledgement of the game they had begun to play. She said nothing, but the blush that stained her cheeks and the sparkle in her eye spoke volumes.
Cedric's heart raced with a heady mix of triumph and arousal, his cock hardening beneath the table as he watched his mother's breasts continue to dance and sway beneath the concealing folds of her robe.
Beneath the concealing folds of her robe, Velariana's enormous tit-melons heaved and wobbled as if possessed by a dozen invisible hands. Her aching nipples, stiff and engorged, poked out like fat thimbles against the thin emerald silk of her gown. The fabric pulled taut across her quivering tit-flesh as unseen fingers pinched and tugged roughly at the sensitive buds.
The queen bit her plump lower lip to stifle a moan as her son's magic sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her trembling body. It felt as though a horde of lusty specters had descended upon her, their ghostly hands boldly groping and kneading her ponderous bosom. Cedric's spell squeezed and massaged the heavy globes, the touches growing more aggressive by the second.
Velariana's bountiful cleavage jiggled like jelly as her breasts were mauled beneath her robes, the brutal fondling sending tingles straight to her dampening core. Her face flushed with mingled arousal and embarrassment, glancing at her playful boy, praying no one else could discern the lewd bouncing and rippling of her enchanted bust.
Just then, a servant girl approached with a platter of pastries, concern etched on her youthful face. "Are you quite alright, Your Majesty?" she asked, noticing the queen's labored breathing and flushed complexion. "You look a bit...feverish."
Velariana forced a reassuring smile even as she felt her tender nipples being pinched and twisted by phantom fingers. "I'm fine, dear, just a touch warm," she managed, her voice husky. Beneath the table, she pressed her thighs together as her pussy clenched with illicit need. "Thank you for your concern."
As the servant curtsied and withdrew, Velariana shot her son a pointed look, her eyes dark with barely restrained lust. This magical teasing was maddening, stoking the forbidden flames of her desire to unbearable heights. But she had granted Cedric permission to test his spells on her body, and the depravity of it all only heightened her shameful arousal.
The Prince knew he was treading on dangerous ground, knew that he was playing with forces beyond his control. But in that moment, lost in the thrall of his forbidden desires, Cedric couldn't bring himself to care. All that mattered was the power he wielded, the secret thrill of bending his mother.
Later that day, Cedric sought out Aldwyn in his tower, his mind abuzz with the tantalizing possibilities of his newfound power. The old wizard looked up from his ancient tome as the prince entered, a knowing twinkle in his eye.
"Aldwyn," Cedric began, his voice trembling with barely contained excitement, "I was wondering if you could teach me how to change into an object, like you did with the ring. It seems like such a useful skill to have."
The wizard chuckled softly, stroking his long white beard. "Ah, my boy, I had a feeling you might come to me with such a request. Your magical prowess grows by the day, and I can see the hunger for knowledge burning in your eyes."
He leaned forward, fixing Cedric with a penetrating gaze. "But I must caution you, young prince. The spell of transformation is not one to be taken lightly. It requires great focus and control, lest you become trapped in an object's form forever."
Cedric nodded eagerly, his desire to learn the spell outweighing any sense of caution. "I understand, Aldwyn. I promise I'll be careful. Please, teach me."
Cedric threw himself into mastering the transformation spell with a passion bordering on obsession. Under Aldwyn's watchful eye, he began by shifting into small, inanimate objects - a candlestick, a quill, a goblet. The sensation of his body melting and reforming was disorienting at first, but with each successful transformation, his confidence grew.
Soon, he was practicing the spell on his own, pushing the boundaries of what he could become. He turned himself into a suit of armor, clanking and creaking as he moved. He became a tapestry, his consciousness woven into the intricate threads. He even dared to take the form of a chamber pot, giggling to himself at the absurdity of it all.
But it was the thought of his mother that consumed him, driving him to perfect his newfound skill. He imagined transforming into her hairbrush, fantasizing about the way her silken tresses would feel against his wooden form. He longed to become her corset, to feel the warmth of her skin and the swell of her colossal breasts as he held her tight.
Continuing to put his transformation skills to the test, Cedric snuck into the castle hallway and, with a muttered incantation, shifted his form into that of an ornate vase, perched atop a pedestal.
As he settled into his new ceramic shape, he heard the approach of familiar voices - his sister Eleanor and her gaggle of noblewomen friends. They paused near his pedestal, their conversation turning to the topic of their recent sexual exploits.
"I swear, Lord Farnsworth's cock is as thick as my wrist," Eleanor bragged, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "I could barely walk straight after he finished with me last night."
Her friends tittered with laughter, each chiming in with their own lurid tales. "Well, I let Sir Grayson take me in the stables," Lady Beatrice giggled. "Right there in the hay, like a couple of rutting animals. It was positively scandalous!"
"And I had both the blacksmith's sons at once," Lady Cordelia added, her tone conspiratorial. "They bent me over the anvil and took turns plowing my arse. I've never felt so deliciously full."
Cedric, trapped in his vase form, could only listen in shocked arousal as his sister and her friends continued to swap stories of their debauchery. He felt his non-existent cock twitch with need, his mind reeling at the thought of such wanton behavior.
He had always known that Eleanor was no blushing virgin, but to hear her speak so brazenly of her conquests sent a thrill of forbidden excitement through his ceramic form. And her friends - ladies of the court, all - seemed just as eager to embrace their slutty reputations.
Just as the ladies were about to round the corner, Cedric transformed back into his human form in a swirl of magical energy, appearing behind them with a mischievous grin. He cleared his throat loudly, causing the noblewomen to whirl around in surprise.
"Well, well, well," he drawled, enjoying the shocked expressions on their faces. "What scandalous tales you ladies weave. And here I thought the court was a place of virtue and propriety."
Eleanor's eyes narrowed as she took in her brother's smug expression. "Cedric," she hissed. "Were you eavesdropping on our private conversation? How dare you!"
"Oh, I dare quite a bit these days, dear sister," Cedric replied, his voice dripping with newfound confidence. "I've been honing my magical skills. Aldwyn says I show great promise."
Eleanor scoffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Magic? Please. What good is pulling rabbits out of hats compared to the might of a brave warrior? You'll never be a real man, Cedric. Not like the ones who warm my bed."
Cedric's eyes flashed with anger, his fingers twitching with the urge to cast a spell and put his sister in her place. But he remembered his promise to his mother, to use his magic only on her.
"If you're so skilled with magic, then prove it," Eleanor challenged, a wicked gleam in her eye. She traced her finger along the golden necklace around her throat. "Turn this simple chain into a jeweled masterpiece, and perhaps I'll take your powers seriously."
Cedric hesitated, torn between his desire to show up his sister and his vow to Velariana. "I...I can't," he admitted, his voice tight with frustration. "I gave my word to Mother that I wouldn't practice my spells on others."
Eleanor laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that made Cedric's blood boil. "Of course you did," she sneered. "Always running to hide behind Mother's skirts. You're pathetic, Cedric. A weak, sniveling excuse for a prince."
With that, she turned on her heel and strode away, her friends trailing behind her with titters of laughter. Cedric stood there, his fists clenched at his sides, humiliation and rage warring within him.
With a determined stride, the boy made his way to the rose garden, where he knew his mother would be taking her afternoon stroll with his father, King Alric. They walked arm in arm, heads bent close in intimate conversation, discussing the troubling rumors of an approaching enemy army.
Cedric concealed himself behind a towering hedge, his heart pounding with anticipation as he watched his mother's voluptuous figure sway with each step. Her gown clung to her curves like a second skin, the rich fabric straining against the ripe swell of her jugs and the lush roundness of her hips.
Muttering the words of the transformation spell, Cedric focused his mind on his goal, visualizing the delicate scrap of silk that rested against his mother's most intimate places. In a shimmering mist of magic, his body began to change, shrinking and morphing until he had taken on the form of Velariana's snug panties.
In an instant, he found himself pressed against her warm, fragrant skin, the soft folds of her womanhood cushioned by his silken embrace. He could feel
the heat of her, the slick whisper of her arousal as she moved, each step causing him to rub and caress her most sensitive places.
Velariana paused mid-stride, a small gasp escaping her lips as she felt the sudden change in her undergarments. The panties that had once been a whisper against her skin now seemed to cling and mold to her intimate contours, pulsing with a magical energy that sent shivers of pleasure rippling through her body.
"Is something amiss, my love?" Alric asked, concern etched on his rugged features as he noticed his wife's flushed cheeks and quickened breathing.
"No, no, I'm quite alright," Velariana assured him, her voice breathy and distracted. "Just a bit overwarm, perhaps. Shall we retire to the shade?"
As they settled onto a carved stone bench beneath a canopy of roses, Cedric reveled in his newfound power, flexing and contracting his silken form against his mother's slick, plump folds.
Velariana trembled with illicit pleasure as she felt the enchanted silk of her panties writhe and undulate against her most sensitive areas. The crotch wedged itself deeper into the slippery crevice of her cunt, rubbing insistently against her aching clit, while the back burrowed between the plump cheeks of her ass, probing teasingly at the forbidden rosebud of her anus.
She struggled to maintain her composure as the panties seemed to take on a mind of their own, squeezing and massaging her in all the right places. A damp patch began to spread across the front as her arousal soaked through the fabric, the musky scent of her excitement mingling with the heady perfume of the roses.
"Are you certain you're feeling well, my dear?" Alric pressed, noticing the flush that had crept up his wife's neck and the glassy look in her eyes. "You seem rather...feverish."
"I'm fine, truly," Velariana insisted, her voice strained. She subtly clenched her thighs together, trying to still the relentless movements of the panties as
they worked her towards a forbidden climax. "It must be the heat getting to me."
But even as she spoke, she knew it was more than the summer sun that had her blood running hot. The realization that it was her own son, transformed and nestled intimately against her most private places, sent a thrill of perverse desire coursing through her veins.
Cedric, for his part, was lost in a haze of ecstasy, drunk on the power he held over his mother's pleasure. He flexed and rippled against her slippery folds, delving deeper into the honeyed well of her cunt, painting himself in the flowing cream of her lust. The intoxicating aroma of her musk filled his senses, spurring him on as he ground himself against the throbbing bud of her clit
He could feel the tension building in Velariana's body, the barely perceptible tremors that shook her frame as she fought to maintain her composure. Her breathing grew shallow and rapid, her breasts heaving against the confines of her bodice as she teetered on the brink of climax.
Alric droned on about matters of state, oblivious to his wife's rising desperation. But Velariana heard none of it, her focus narrowed to the exquisite torment between her thighs, the relentless swirl and caress of the enchanted silk driving her to new heights of forbidden bliss.
Just as she thought she could bear it no longer, that surely she would shatter into a million pieces from the intensity of her need, Cedric delivered the coup de grâce. With a final, decisive thrust, he ground himself hard against the throbbing pearl of her clit, sending Velariana careening over the edge into rapture.
Her body convulsed, thighs clamping tight around Cedric's silken form as a strangled moan tore from her throat. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. She shuddered and writhed on the stone bench, her fingers digging into the unyielding surface as she rode out the crest of her climax.
"Velariana? Velariana!" Alric's concerned voice cut through the haze of her bliss, his hands gripping her shoulders to steady her trembling form. "By the gods, what's come over you?"
Panting and flushed, the queen struggled to regain her composure, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of her release. She could feel Cedric's silken form, now drenched in her juices, still nestled snugly against her oversensitive flesh.
"I...I don't know," she lied, her voice ragged. "A dizzy spell, perhaps. I think I should retire to my chambers to rest."
Alric nodded, his brow furrowed with worry as he helped his wife to her feet. "Of course, my love. Shall I send for the physician?"
"No, that won't be necessary," Velariana assured him, her legs still unsteady as she leaned against his solid frame. "I'm sure a bit of rest is all I need."
As the royal couple made their way back to the castle, Cedric extricated himself from his mother's intimate embrace, his silken form heavy and sodden with the evidence of her pleasure. With a thought, he resumed his human shape, appearing behind a nearby hedge, his own cock achingly hard and straining against the confines of his breeches.
He had tasted the forbidden fruit of his mother's lust, had felt the power of bringing her to the heights of ecstasy with his magic. And now, he knew, there would be no going back. He was addicted to the thrill, to the heady rush of control, and he would stop at nothing to feel it again.
As he watched his mother's voluptuous figure disappear into the castle, her steps still slightly unsteady, Cedric's mind raced with possibilities. He would master the transformation spell, would find new and inventive ways to infiltrate Velariana's most private moments.
And one day, he vowed, he would claim her fully, not as a scrap of enchanted silk, but as a man, his cock buried deep in the slick heat of her cunt. He would make her his, and damn the consequences.
With a dark chuckle, Cedric adjusted his straining erection and set off towards Aldwyn's tower, eager to continue his magical studies. The game had only just begun, and he was determined to emerge the victor, no matter the cost.
The queen made her way to her private chambers, her legs still weak and trembling from the intensity of her climax. She rang for her most trusted lady's maid, Isabelle, to draw her a bath.
As Isabelle filled the large copper tub with steaming water and fragrant oils, she couldn't help but notice the queen's flushed cheeks and distracted air. "Your Majesty, are you quite well?" she asked, concern etched on her pretty face. "You seem rather...out of sorts."
Velariana's naked, heavy breasted body sank into the warm, soothing water with a sigh, letting the heat ease the ache in her muscles. She hesitated for a moment, then decided to confide in her loyal servant. "Oh, Isabelle," she murmured, a blush staining her cheeks. "I'm afraid I've allowed myself to be caught up in a most improper situation."
Isabelle's eyes widened, her curiosity piqued. "Whatever do you mean, my lady?"
"It's Cedric," Velariana admitted, her voice low. "I've given him permission to practice his magic upon me, and he's been using it to...to bring me pleasure, in the most scandalous of ways."
The maid's hand flew to her mouth to stifle a giggle. "Truly? The young prince has been using his spells to...satisfy you?"
Velariana nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite her embarrassment. "Just now, in the rose garden, he transformed himself into my panties and...oh, Isabelle, the things he made me feel! I could scarcely keep from crying out in front of the king."
The two women dissolved into peals of laughter, the absurdity and audacity of the prince's actions striking them as both shocking and strangely thrilling.
Isabelle's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in close, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "I must confess, Your Majesty, the thought of being at the mercy of a young man's magical prowess is rather...intriguing. I can only imagine the exquisite torments he could inflict with a wave of his hand."
Velariana shook her head, a forced smile on her face. "No, no, it's not like that at all. I'm simply allowing Cedric to practice his magic on me so that he doesn't get into any more trouble with the servant girls. It's purely for his own good, to keep him out of mischief."
But Isabelle could see the telltale flush on her queen's cheeks, the way her nipples had stiffened beneath the water's surface at the mere mention of Cedric's magical attentions. It was clear that Velariana was deriving far more pleasure from her son's spells than she cared to admit.
"Of course, Your Majesty," Isabelle said, her tone laced with a knowing amusement. "I'm sure you have only the prince's best interests at heart. But if I may be so bold, it seems to me that you rather enjoy being the subject of his magical experiments."
Velariana's blush deepened, and she averted her gaze. "I...I don't know what you mean," she stammered, but her body betrayed her, a shiver of anticipation running through her at the thought of what other delicious torments Cedric might inflict upon her.
Late that night, Cedric lay naked in his bed, his body flushed and trembling with anticipation. With a whispered incantation, he enchanted his bedsheet, imbuing it with the essence of his mother's lush, voluptuous form.
The sheet began to move of its own accord, slithering over his skin like a sensuous serpent. It molded itself to his contours, cushioning his head and back like Velariana's soft, pillowy breasts. The silken fabric caressed his
chest and belly, teasing his nipples erect before dipping lower to encircle his straining cock.
Cedric groaned as the sheet wrapped around his raging-hard manhood, conforming to every ridge and vein. It began to undulate, rippling up and down his shaft in a magical mimicry of his mother's warm, wet cunt. The enchanted fabric squeezed and stroked him, winding tighter around his balls and fluttering over the sensitive head of his cock.
"Oh yes," Cedric panted, his hips rocking into the sheet's sensual embrace. "Mother...feels so good..."
As if summoned by his words, Velariana's honeyed voice filled his ears, a breathy whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "That's it, my darling boy," she purred. "Let your magic consume you. Feel the power coursing through your veins, concentrated in your throbbing staff."
Cedric let out a choked moan, the phantom sensation of his mother's breath against his ear only heightening his arousal. The sheet began to pump faster, twisting and milking his cock with ruthless precision.
"You're a mighty wizard, Cedric," Velariana's voice continued, low and seductive. "So strong, so virile. Your cock is your greatest weapon, capable of conquering any wench you set your sights upon."
"Yes," Cedric gasped, thrusting feverishly into the sheet's slick embrace. "I want to conquer you, Mother. Want to claim your lush body, make you scream my name as I pound you with my magical staff."
The queen's spectral laughter echoed in his mind, rich and throaty. "Such a naughty boy, lusting after your own mother. But I can't deny the ache I feel, the desperate need to have you fill me with your throbbing cock. You've bewitched me, Cedric, body and soul."
Cedric squeezed his eyes shut, lost in the vivid fantasy conjured by his spell. The sheet was a fever dream against his skin, its caress growing frantic, driving him closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.
"Let go, my son," Velariana's voice urged, a siren's call he was helpless to resist. "Unleash your seed, anoint your bedchamber with your potent magic. Claim your birthright as the most powerful sorcerer in the land."
With a guttural cry, Cedric's back arched off the bed, his hips jerking wildly as his cock exploded in a fountain of pearly seed. The enchanted sheet coaxed him through his release, wringing every last drop of cum from his pulsing shaft, milking him dry.
Cedric shuddered and gasped, stars bursting behind his eyelids as the intense pleasure consumed him. Thick ropes of his royal semen painted his chest and belly, glistening obscenely in the candlelight. The musky scent of his spend filled the air, mingling with the heady aroma of his sweat and the lingering traces of his mother's perfume.
As the final tremors of his climax subsided, Cedric collapsed back against the pillows, his chest heaving and his body deliciously spent. The sheet slowly unwound from his softening cock, caressing his oversensitive flesh like a parting kiss before settling innocently over his prone form once more.
Even as he drifted towards the sweet oblivion of sleep, Cedric's mind was awhirl with dark fantasies and forbidden desires. The feel of the sheet against his skin was a pale imitation of his mother's warm, plush curves, and he ached to experience the real thing, to sink into her welcoming softness and claim her at last.
But for now, he would content himself with his magical trysts, honing his skills and stoking the flames of his lust until the day he could make his filthy dreams a reality. Velariana would be his, one way or another. It was only a matter of time.
When the Queen slipped on her gown the next morning, she found her corset laced tighter than usual, squeezing her waist and thrusting her ample bosom upwards in a most provocative display. The corset, of course, was Cedric, using his magical laces to mold his mother's figure into an even more exaggerated hourglass, emphasizing her fertile curves. The boning pressed
against her ribcage with each breath, a constant reminder of her son's lingering, intimate embrace.
Even as the corset pinched her ribs and squeezed the breath from her lungs, Velariana couldn't help but let out a breathless giggle. There was something oddly endearing about Cedric using his magic for such boyish mischief, molding her body to match his adolescent fantasies. She knew she should scold him, put an end to these illicit games, but a shameful part of her delighted in being the object of her son's lustful experimentations.
Moments later, as she sat at her dressing table to brush her hair, Velariana's silver-backed hairbrush suddenly took on a mind of its own, stroking through her long tresses with languid, sensual caresses. The bristles scraped lightly against her scalp, sending tingles down her spine that settled between her legs as a growing ache. Cedric, now her brush, shivered with excitement as he ran himself through his mother's silky locks, the subtle scent of her hair oil filling his senses.
Later that day, the queen decided to steal a moment of relaxation in her private garden. She settled onto a cushioned bench with a contented sigh, only to gasp as the plump, embroidered pillow seemed to come alive beneath her.
It kneaded and massaged the globes of her spectacular ass through her gown, squeezing and releasing in a maddening rhythm that had her squirming in her seat. Velariana bit her lip to stifle a moan, realizing that Cedric had taken on yet another form to toy with her.
That night, as she slipped into bed and pulled her thick blanket over her nearly nude form, Velariana felt the heavy fabric slither against her like a thousand caressing hands. It rubbed against her breasts, teasing her nipples with its soft fibers, before gliding lower to stroke over her stomach and thighs. The enchanted blanket dipped between her legs, pressing against the damp, heated silk of her panties, wringing a choked gasp from her throat.
Cedric, desperate to be closer to his mother's most intimate places, transformed himself from her blanket into those very panties, just as he had
in the rose garden. He nestled snugly against Velariana's slick folds, delving into her honeyed depths.
The naught delved deeper, intoxicated by the slick, spongy walls of his mother's most sacred passage. He could feel every ripple and fold of her vaginal canal as it stretched to accommodate his questing form. The hot, velvety flesh seemed to pulse and quiver around him, drawing him in, engulfing him in a world of primal heat and wetness.
As he probed further, he marveled at the feel of her strong pelvic floor muscles clenching and releasing, squeezing him with rhythmic contractions. Velariana's body was responding to his intimate touch, welcoming him, urging him onwards. He could sense her arousal in the copious slick juices that soaked into his silken fibers, the musky scent of her desire filling his consciousness.
Finally, his silky form brushed against the ringed opening of her cervix, that precious gateway to her womb. The firm, textured flesh was swollen with arousal, pulsing under his gossamer caress. Cedric quivered with excitement, overwhelmed by the knowledge that he was pressed against the very threshold of his own conception, the entrance to the sacred chamber where he had once been nurtured and carried, so many years ago.
Velariana writhed helplessly against the bed, her body alight with sensation as her son explored her most intimate depths. She had never felt so entirely possessed, so completely at the mercy of another's touch. The illicit thrill of it, the perverse pleasure of her own child stimulating her in ways no man ever had, sent her hurtling towards the brink of ecstasy.
With a final, artful twist, Cedric simultaneously ground himself against Velariana's throbbing pearl and thrust deep, the silken tip of his panty-form kissing her cervix in a lewd approximation of penetration. The double stimulation proved too much for the queen to withstand.
Her back arched off the bed as a silent scream tore from her throat, her body convulsing in rapture. Her inner muscles rippled and grasped, milking the phantom cock of her enchanted panties as gush after gush of liquid bliss poured from her spasming cunny.
Cedric reveled in his mother's climax, glorying in the feel of her contracting around him, painting him with her sweet honey. He continued to undulate gently against her as she rode out the waves of her pleasure, drawing out her orgasm until she collapsed limply back against the sheets, panting and trembling.
In the afterglow, Velariana knew she should feel shame, guilt, remorse for allowing things to go so far. But all she felt was a deep, sated contentment and an aching emptiness when Cedric finally transformed back into himself, leaving her bereft of his intimate touch.
At breakfast the next morning, Velariana and Cedric exchanged knowing glances across the dining table as servants bustled about filling plates and cups. The queen took a long, slow sip of her morning tea, her eyes never leaving her son's as she licked a stray drop from her lip.
"I must say, I slept more soundly last night than I have in ages," she remarked casually, setting down her cup. "I had the most vivid, delicious dreams. I woke feeling utterly...satisfied."
Cedric hid a smirk behind his napkin, his eyes dancing with mischief. "I'm so pleased to hear that, Mother. You deserve only the sweetest of dreams and the most fulfilling rest."
King Alric glanced up from his heaping plate, oblivious to the charged undercurrent between his wife and son. "Glad you're sleeping well, my dear. A well-rested queen is a happy queen, I always say!"
Velariana's lips twitched with amusement. "Indeed, husband. And we all know a happy queen makes for a content kingdom." She turned her gaze back to Cedric. "I'm so fortunate to have such a thoughtful, attentive son to ensure my...happiness."
Cedric inclined his head, accepting the veiled praise. "I live to serve, Mother. Your wish is my command."
"Is it now?" Velariana purred, arching a brow. "Well then, perhaps after breakfast you could join me in my solar. I have some new...tapestries I'd like your opinion on. I trust your keen eye and deft touch in such matters."
Alric nodded, clearly believing they were discussing actual decor. "Excellent idea! The boy has a gift for the aesthetic. Everything he touches seems to come alive with beauty under his hand."
"Oh, you have no idea," Velariana murmured, her cheeks flushing at the memory of Cedric's silken caress against her most intimate places. "I'm sure he will bring a fresh, stimulating perspective to my chambers."
Cedric's grin widened, his mind already conjuring a dozen lascivious scenarios involving his mother's supple body and his transformative powers. "It will be my pleasure to attend you, Mother. I'm sure we'll have a most scintillating...discussion."
The queen and prince shared a final heated look, rife with anticipation and unspoken promises, before returning to their breakfasts and more innocuous conversation. But beneath the veneer of propriety, the air between them fairly crackled with barely restrained lust, the forbidden charge of their illicit connection.
Alric, for his part, continued to dig into his eggs and sausage, utterly unaware of the incestuous affair unfolding right under his nose.
When Cedric arrived at his mother's solar, he was practically vibrating with anticipation. Velariana greeted him with a coy smile, her jutting bosom heaving beneath the tight confines of her bodice. "Come in, my darling," she purred, ushering him inside. "I've been waiting for you."
As soon as the door closed behind them, Cedric brazenly pulled his mother into a passionate embrace, his hands roaming greedily over her lush curves. "I've been thinking about you all morning," he growled, nuzzling her neck. "Dreaming up new ways to please you with my magic."
Velariana shivered in delight, her nipples pebbling against his chest. "Show me," she breathed. "I want to feel your power, your touch, in ways I've never experienced before."
A wicked grin spread across Cedric's face. "As you wish, Mother."
Cedric muttered an incantation under his breath, his eyes flashing with arcane power. Velariana suddenly went rigid, her limbs freezing in place, trapped in an invisible cocoon of magic. She stood before him like a living statue, her expression one of wide-eyed shock, her lush lips parted on a gasp she couldn't voice.
A thrill of dark excitement raced through the boy at the sight of his mother so completely at his mercy, unable to move or protest as he began to explore her buxom figure with greedy hands.
He palmed her heavy, fatty breasts through the straining fabric of her bodice, marveling at their weight and suppleness. They overflowed his grasp like pillowy mounds of warm bread dough, soft and pliant beneath his kneading fingers.
"Gods, Mother," he breathed, his voice rough with lust. "Your tits are magnificent. I've wanted to touch them like this for so long..."
He traced the deep, shadowed cleft of her cleavage before dipping his fingers beneath the edge of her bodice. With a sharp tug, he wrenched the fabric down, exposing the creamy, wobbling swells of her giant breasts and the dusky rose of her fat nipples. Golden jeweled nipple-rings surrounded the turgid teats, enchanting the teen even more. The fat buds stiffened and crinkled under his avid gaze, puckering to tight nubs that begged to be suckled.
Cedric licked his lips, desire blazing through his veins at the knowledge that Velariana was helpless to stop him, unaware of the liberties he was taking with her frozen form. He squeezed and molded the tender flesh of her breasts, fascinated by how they yielded like heated clay to his touch. He rolled and pinched the jutting peaks of her nipples between his fingers, twisting just shy of pain, watching them flush a deeper pink.
Velariana stood motionless through it all, a voluptuous mannequin subject to her son's perverse whims. Only the rapid flutter of her pulse at the base of
her throat betrayed any hint of inner turmoil, of the shameful currents of pleasure his touch stirred to life within her paralyzed form.
Cedric felt drunk on the power he wielded, the heady thrill of having his mother so completely in his thrall. He dipped his head, drawing one stiff, elongated nipple into the wet heat of his mouth. He suckled hard, his cheeks hollowing, teeth grazing the sensitive bud as his tongue swirled and flicked. He nursed at her breasts with lewd hunger, pushing his face inward, making it disappear in to the squishy meat of her mammaries. For minutes he continued sucking, switching back and forth, leaving the plump globes glazed with his spit.
His hands roamed lower, gathering fistfuls of her skirts and hitching them up to bare the creamy expanse of her thighs and the scandalous lack of undergarments beneath.
The teenage wizard sank to his knees before his mother's frozen form, his eyes glittering with dark hunger as he took in the glorious sight of her strong, shapely legs, bared to his avid gaze. He ran his hands slowly up the silken expanse of her calves, savoring the feel of her smooth skin and the flex of taut muscle beneath.
He nuzzled his face against her thighs, inhaling deeply of the intoxicating musk of her arousal. The heady scent filled his nostrils, making his mouth water and his cock throb with need. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to the tender flesh of her inner thighs, his tongue darting out to taste the salt of her skin.
Higher and higher he worked, his lips and teeth leaving glistening trails and blooming marks in their wake, until his mouth hovered a mere hairsbreadth from the glistening folds of her sex. Her delicate pink petals were already slick and swollen with desire, the evidence of her body's unbidden response to his touch.
"Look at you, Mother," Cedric rasped, his hot breath gusting over her exposed core. "So wet for me already, and you don't even know what I'm doing to you. What a wanton creature you are, your body craving your own son's touch..."
With a groan of pure lust, he surged forward, burying his face between her thighs. He sealed his lips around her weeping slit, his tongue delving deep to lap up the honeyed flow of her juices. He thrust into her rippling channel, fucking her with his mouth, swirling around her hidden pearl.
Lost to the taste and scent and feel of his mother's cunt, Cedric ate her with sloppy abandon, his lips and chin glazed with her essence. He suckled and nibbled, pumping two fingers knuckle-deep into her tight sheath, crooking them to stroke the sensitivity hidden within.
Velariana remained as motionless as a statue, unable to arch into his touch or cry out her pleasure, but he knew her body was on fire, every nerve alight and yearning towards climax. He could feel her fluttering around his plunging digits, her cream flowing to coat his hand and drip down his wrist.
Cedric redoubled his efforts, licking and sucking, fucking and frigging, until he felt his mother's cunt clench like a vice, pulsing rhythmically in the unmistakable grip of orgasm. A flood of honey gushed over his tongue and he drank it down greedily, wringing out every last tremor of her release.
Finally, he drew back, his face a wet, debauched mess, his eyes glittering with triumph and insatiable hunger. His cock raged against the confines of his breeches, iron-hard and weeping with need.
With a snap of his fingers, Cedric ended the paralyzing spell. Velariana gasped as sensation flooded back into her limbs and she slumped to the floor in a graceless heap of skirts.
She blinked up at her son in dazed confusion, her mind reeling as it tried to process the abrupt shift. One moment she had been conversing with her son, and the next she was crumpled on the plush Lysian carpet, her body tingling and over-sensitive, her cunny sopping wet and still fluttering with the aftershocks of a intense climax she had no memory of.
"W-what happened?" Velariana asked breathlessly, pushing herself up on shaky arms. "I feel so strange, like my body has been put through the wringer..."
Cedric simply smirked down at her, his eyes glittering with dark satisfaction. "You asked to feel my power in ways you never have before, Mother. And I was all too happy to oblige."
He offered her a hand, pulling her to her feet. Velariana swayed unsteadily, her legs threatening to give out as another pulse of pleasure radiated from her core. She pressed her thighs together, feeling the slick slide of her arousal painting her skin.
"Gods," she panted, realization dawning. "You used your magic on me while I was paralyzed, didn't you? Took liberties with my helpless form?"
"And you loved every second of it," Cedric purred, pulling her flush against him. She could feel the thick, hard ridge of his cock pressing insistently against her belly. "Look how wet you are, Mother. Your body can't lie, even if your mind wasn't aware. You crave my touch, my dominance."
Velariana shuddered, equal parts mortified and aroused by the truth of his words. She burned with the forbidden knowledge that her son had played her body like an instrument, coaxing it to ecstasy without her consent or participation. It was a violation, and yet the thought of being so utterly at his mercy, subject to his darkest whims, ignited a spark of molten heat low in her core.
"You are a wicked, wicked boy," she breathed, but there was no real condemnation in her tone, only a breathy sort of wonder.
"And you are a goddess made flesh," Cedric growled, his eyes roaming possessively over her lush curves.
"But I wonder," she mused, a sly smile playing about her kiss-swollen lips, "if you have the skill to bring me such pleasure without resorting to cheap tricks like paralysis spells. Any hedge wizard can render a woman helpless - it takes a true master of the arcane arts to seduce her into willing submission with naught but his own powers of persuasion."
Cedric's eyes flashed at the challenge, his grip tightening on her waist. "Is that so? You doubt my abilities, Mother?"
He stepped back and began murmuring an unfamiliar incantation, his hands weaving intricate patterns in the air.