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Bells rang loudly from the grand cathedral, across the streets, through the city and straight into the keep at Penacony Castle. Night had begun to settle as the sun lazily made its way to kiss the horizon good night. However, the grand hall in the keep was still as alive as it hadn’t been in ages. Today was the day the princess had gotten married. The fair girl from old was no more and like a swan amongst ducklings she had bloomed and grown into a fine woman. It is why they called her the Black Swan, also because the king had refused to publicly state her name ever since her birth.
The throne was now reserved entirely for her and - upon being asked to do so - her servants had brought a fancy chair to stand next to the throne. The very chair her mother had sat on before she had died during birth. Just as the Swan began worrying about the whereabouts of her bride, she entered from the side, having changed from her pompously extravagant wedding dress into a more modest, plain white dress. Her long pitch black hair was the only contrast to the white of her pale skin and dress.
“Did you miss me yet, sweetheart?” she asked in her flirty voice, making the skin on the queen’s neck crawl.
“Hmph… you’re projecting, darling~” she responded, matching her wife’s seductive purr.
The lady in white, known across the land only as the Dahlia, took her seat and rested her elbow on the armrest of the throne, purposefully getting all into the Swan’s space. They both always tried to one up another, never daring to back down.
“Constance”, the Queen said while keeping the smile she had to uphold as a queen, “do not tempt me in front of them.”
“Why not?”, Constance whispered sultrily, her mouth getting closer to the queen’s right ear, “afraid you won’t be able to hold back? What if that’s what I want?”
She chuckled slowly and smirked at the hint of red dusting the Queen’s ears, it was the only place where she couldn’t hide it under her makeup. It made Constance go wild and she leaned in even closer, so close that her horns would soon poke the Swan. But alas, the queen cleared her throat and rose from the throne, addressing the room in some manner of a political speech, which the black haired lady couldn’t care less about.
What she did care about however, was the silhouette she caught in the room. Even under the knight’s armor, face covered by a helmet, the purple hair and the stiff, rigid posture made it crystal clear who she was looking at.
Acheron. The commoner turned royal guard who genuinely thought she had had a chance at getting the queen’s hand only because they danced together once. She never wore helmets but Constance could picture the precise reason why she was wearing one today. The oh-so-stoic knight that never lost a battle was currently quietly wetting the insides of her helmet, of that Constance was sure.
It had been the talk amongst all noblewomen back when it had happened. The princess had danced with Acheron because she wanted to challenge her, perhaps even ridicule her, and the knight had taken it the wrong way and soon enough she had tried visiting the Swan over and over and over again, coming to the keep almost daily, rising in the ranks, fighting in tournaments, anything to get princess’ attention again. It had been pathetic. Constance’s lips turned to a smirk at the memory and she made sure that her strikingly purple eyes pierced through the helmet and made Acheron as uncomfortable as she could. Oh, how she loved toying with poor innocent souls.
Acheron straightened her posture and judging by the way the knight next to her glanced over she probably had let a sob slip out. It made Constance smirk even wider, a cruel smirk of the kind that would suit a deranged, homicidal maniac. The Swan noticed but couldn’t interrupt her speech, so she just threw a glance Constance’s way. The Dahlia just leaned back in her chair and kept staring at Acheron who by now was either boiling with rage or getting weak in the knees. Either was fine for what the woman in the white dress wanted.
After the reason for all the sleepless nights in Acheron’s life had finished her speech, she stumbled over to the knight’s table. The other knights wanted to cheer her up, pointing at the feast set up on the table. Entire pigs, salads with vegetables from all over the world, and potatoes prepared in all the different ways they could imagine and even more.
But Acheron didn’t care about any of that. Her hand immediately went to the pitcher in the middle of the table. She didn’t even bother filling a glass, she just started drinking the rough wine directly from the pitcher, gulping it down in big sips, excess droplets escaping her mouth and making their way down along her cheek until they dripped onto her shining armor, which she had polished solely for this evening. Her helmet lay somewhere behind her, discarded and forgotten.
The other knights whispered jokes amongst one another about her red puffy eyes, because talk about how Acheron had yearned for the queen all these years had spread far and wide. Acheron heard them but after the third glare she threw around the round at the table she knew better and just gave up, emptying the pitcher and slamming it onto the table. It got a few chuckles from the others and she tumbled over to get the next pitcher.
She had fallen in love with her, as silly as that sounded. It had been one dance for the princess, but to Acheron it had been as if the sun had shone for the first time. All the other knights and her squires had confirmed that, considering how everyone had always asked her why she was smiling so much. She had never smiled before her dance with the Swan and would not smile again after today. Not after that monster had taken the light out of her life.
“That’s quite enough, don’t you think?”
Speak of the devil. Constance’s hand was on Acheron’s wrist as she reached for the third pitcher. She hadn’t even noticed her advance. The knight’s eyes widened with unadulterated, alcohol-induced rage. The look on her face only made the other woman smirk that devilish grin again. Combined with her horns and that unnatural tail it made her look like a demon.
“Let go of me.” Acheron said with clenched teeth.
“Oh my, so aggressive~”, Constance mocked and leaned in closer, until her horn gently poked the knight’s flushed cheeks, “You’re not gonna be rough with me, are you?”
For only a short moment the raging inferno in Acheron’s eyes made it seem like she was going to commit regicide. She thought she noticed a trace of fear mixed with some sort of sick excitement in Constance’s eyes, but before she could even disregard the idea herself a voice she heard in her sleep often enough cut through the tension.
“Now now, you’re my wife for a day and are already causing a stir?”
Acheron’s face twisted in hurt. She wasn’t prepared to hear the love of her life call another her wife and couldn’t possibly mask how much it stung. She whirled around and stomped off, swaying like a ship on high sea, slamming her armored shoulder into the doorframe as she left the hall.
“Naw, the poor little thing~” Constance teased but the queen only stared at her with a straight face.
“Fine fine”, Constance relented, lifting her hands, “I’ll go after her. No promises that she’ll come back though~” The black haired woman threw her wife a kiss and winked before she sauntered off after the drunken knight.
Constance hadn’t been aware just how scary the keep could be at night. She slowly made her way through the high corridors, lined with pictures of her Swan’s deceased family members. She stopped in front of the lady that had died giving birth to her love. She had been just as pretty.
“Your daughter is all mine now…”, Constance whispered, moving closer, “I wonder… would you have liked me?”
“She wouldn’t have.”
Acheron’s serious voice was accompanied and underlined by a thunder so loud it sounded like the heavens had cracked open. The lightning had struck somewhere in the castle. The corridor flashed brightly, illuminated by yet another lightning far off in the distance. It made Acheron look even scarier than usual, Constance thought. She wasn’t even wearing her armor anymore. As the newly wed queen looked around during the next flash of lightning, she noticed that the armor lay spread out across the deep red carpet of the hallway.
“Her mother would have hated you.” Acheron slurred the words, swaying even while standing still.
Constance noticed the knight’s body for the first time, considering she wasn’t wearing much more than a pair of shorts and the cloth binding her breasts down. Her toned muscles, especially those abs and that strong bicep made Constance flush. The way Acheron’s deep purple hair flowed now that it was only sloppily tied together due to wear. And the black haired woman couldn’t keep her eyes off the binds over the knight’s breasts, wondering what they looked like if they were freed.
“Stop staring”, Acheron mumbled and took a stumbling step forward, “Stop looking at me or at my Swan.”
“Your Swan?” Constance asked with a wicked smirk, combined with her flushed face it made her look even more like a maniac than before.
Acheron’s answer wasn’t even verbal anymore. She grunted and dashed towards Constance, trying to tumble her. The only confirmation of her success she got was the loud thud of the back of Constance’s head hitting the wall. Acheron raised her hand, clenched it into a fist and slammed it down across that devious smirk.
Like beating war drums Acheron’s fist rained down on Constance’s face over and over again. Skin tore, both on that devilish face and the knight’s knuckles. She didn’t even stop when Constance’s horn scratched her hand. Her other hand was slowly closing around her throat, cutting off her air while she continuously beat her face to a pulp.
Only when Constance coughed up blots of blood and her face was painted with crimson streaks did Acheron rise and sway over to grab her discarded sword. She picked it up with her tattered hand and looked back at Constance with a glance that made her resemble the very dragons she had slain in the past.
“You took everything from me.” She muttered and returned with her sword, kneeling down in front of the bane of her lovelife. She forcefully pulled Constance’s tail out from under her and when she met resistance pushed her elbow just above the woman’s chest, slamming her against the wall again. “Don’t move!” She snapped so angrily that she sent droplets of spit into the wounds on the Dahlia’s face.
The knight shifted her entire weight so Constance wouldn’t be able to move anymore as she pulled her tail closer and onto the edge of her blade. Without a single word she pushed the sword up and cut clean through the tail. Constance cried out but Acheron immediately grabbed her face and forced her mouth shut with her strong hand.
“Not one more sound!” She hissed through clenched teeth.
Constance’s tremble spread even through Acheron as she leaned against her, the pain of having her tail cut through making her vision blurry and her head spin so much that she swayed in the knight’s strong arms. Acheron tightened her grip and slammed Constance against the wall again, small droplets of blood falling from her cut tail onto the carpet, immediately disappearing in the deep crimson.
The Dahlia’s head swayed back and forth, more blood slowly creeping out of the lacerations on her cheek and forehead. Only when Acheron heard the low chuckle come out of her mouth did she snap out of her anger. What had she done? This was the wife of the woman she loved, yet she had hurt her like she was torturing someone. She looked down at her red knuckles and let go of Constance, whimpering like a dog at her deeds. She stumbled backwards, the sword landing on the floor with a damped thud.
“Aww, I think we went a little too far” Constance said and at first Acheron didn’t understand what she was talking about but then she could feel those soft hands caressing her stomach and a warmth she never forgot pressing against her back.
“My my, we didn’t think you’d react this violently~” The Swan’s voice sounded like it was dipped in honey, her lips right where the knight’s ear was.
Constance hissed as she tried to stand up like nothing happened, examining the lacerations in her face with her fingertips. “You did quite the number on me.”
“I think she’s confused.” The Swan said condescendingly as Constance approached the knight from the front.
“W-why…?” Acheron slurred with a slight stutter, her heart rate spiking as Constance’s hands joined the Swan’s in exploring her muscular midriff.
“Because you’re so fucking hot.” Constance whispered, her hot breath hitting Acheron’s face just seconds before their lips crashed together.
Acheron shivered as she felt the Swan’s tongue lapping at her earlobe followed by a sultry whisper: “You got us both in a chokehold, sweetheart~”
With the knight sandwiched between the two wives, she couldn’t even stumble as her knees gave out. Her mouth was being ravaged by the skilled tongue of Constance while the Swan’s hands moved to her bound breasts.
“This is in the way, darling.” The queen whispered.
Constance pulled off, snapping the string of saliva that connected her lips to Acheron’s with her index finger. She just smirked at her and bent down to grab the sword.
In the meantime the Swan pulled Acheron’s head back and kissed her even more feverishly than Constance had done, plunging her tongue as deep as she could while her fingers left traces of fire on the knight’s skin. She pulled back and Acheron whimpered like she was in heat, her tongue trying to catch the Swan’s again.
A sudden freeing sensation shot through Acheron’s body as Constance returned with the sword and cut through the cloth binding her breasts tightly. Her face was the textbook definition of pure lust, a flush so bright and deep red that Acheron couldn’t tell whether she should be scared or excited. Or both.
The Swan moved from behind Acheron to join Constance and they pushed her back against the large windowpanes, another flash of lightning illuminating the well toned body of the knight. Without a warning they both settled for one of her breasts, kissing and licking them like they were the last meal they would ever get.
One tongue circled her nipple while the other flicked it and Acheron couldn’t even tell which one belonged to whom. Her hands just went to the backs of both heads, her fingers carding through the strands of hair and holding on because she was scared she’d ascend if she didn’t hold on.
A loud moan tore from her throat and through the corridor as one of the women bit her nipple simultaneously as the other sucked on her second one. She began rubbing her thighs together and the two women looked at each other first and then at her, their smirks indistinguishable from one another.
Constance crawled up to slowly drool into Acheron’s open mouth while her queen pulled down the knight’s shorts, leaving her completely nude. It didn’t take long until Acheron started moaning into Constance’s mouth while the Swan began kissing her bush. The scent of Acheron’s arousal was intoxicating and it made her lose her mind.
Not even minding foreplay, the Swan just immediately plunged her tongue deep into Acheron’s heat, licking it like a woman starved. If it wasn’t for Acheron’s moans, the Swan’s sounds would have been the loudest in the hallway as she sucked and licked her pussy like it was a gift from above.
“What’s your real name, darling?” Constance asked in between her filthy kisses. “Or should we really keep calling you Acheron?”
It took the knight all her willpower to try and answer the question. “R-raiden…” She whispered, followed by another loud moan. Her throat would be hoarse tomorrow. “R-Raiden Bosenmori Mei…”
“Mei~” The Swan whispered as she pushed a finger slowly into her core. Mei winced.
Both women immediately noticed and stopped. Constance looked at Mei with a look of pure adoration on her face, like she was seeing something fragile. The Swan slowly pulled her finger out again and smiled warmly at the panting knight.
“Was that…”
“Yes…”, Mei responded, looking away, ashamed of herself, “I-I’m a maiden.”
She expected them to laugh, to mock her and poke fun at it like everyone else. She was scared that they would stop doing what they were doing to her. Instead Constance cupped her face and gave her a tender kiss on her forehead while the Swan helped her up to her feet.
“Then let’s not do this here.”
They led Mei up towards the queen’s private bedroom. As they climbed up the winding stairs, Raiden - who was just holding her clothes in her hands, praying nobody would spot the three of them - asked the question that had been on her mind all this time.
“Why did you never say anything?”
The two queens looked at each other and then back at Mei, both smirking. Constance moved towards her and teased her by caressing the underside of her chin.
“Because…”, she began teasingly, “It was much more fun to see you squirming and yearning and…”
The Swan cut in wearing a smirk equal in villainy to the one Constance always wore. “And I wanted to get you desperate to see you beg and plead, so that when I did finally kiss you, you’d lose your mind~”
Mei was speechless but continued following them up the stairs. Once they reached the top the Swan stopped and turned around with a soft smile, her dark pupils widening when she looked at the nude knight.
“But now…”, her voice was much softer and she took a step towards Mei, cupping her face with one hand, “now I feel sorry… I wouldn’t have done that if I had known you were a maiden. I’ll make sure the rest of this night goes exactly as you wish it to be.”
Her smile was warm like the rays of the sun and it made Mei fall in love with her all over again. The Swan’s hand was soft and gentle as she slowly and tenderly pulled the knight towards the royal chamber. Constance followed and locked the creaky wooden door behind them, moving to the extravagantly decorated vanity table to sit down.
Mei’s eyes normally would’ve darted around, taking in the high ceiling, the royal bedframe, or the large window overlooking the city of Penacony. The fireplace still had a few glowing embers buried in the ashes, but the knight’s mind and eyes weren’t on any of the details. The only thing she could see was the beautiful woman in front of her and how she untied the elegantly braided bun of her beautiful violet hair, letting it flow down.
Soon enough she was faced with the Swan’s back and a gentle “help me”. Mei’s hands went to the intricate strings at the back of the queen’s corset and made quick work of it, much to the surprise of both queens. The Swan turned around again and threw the corset somewhere on the floor, now untying her dress on her own and letting it slip to the floor. She wasn’t wearing much underneath and Mei blushed so much she feared her cheeks might melt.
A chuckle was the only response she got from the Swan, who got rid of all the rest of her clothes and circled Mei until the two of them had switched positions, Mei’s back now facing the royal bed. The Swan moved closer until the back of Mei’s knees hit the edge of the bed and then gently pushed her down into it, slowly crawling on top of her.
“Hey… shhh, calm down, Mei.” The Swan whispered, caressing the knight’s chest, which was rising with every ragged breath.
“Your heart’s beating so fast.” She whispered while her hand rested on Mei’s chest. She kissed her tenderly and traced her fingertips across the rough skin and muscles of her new lover.
She pulled back from the kiss to whisper: “Whenever you feel any discomfort… tell me, I’ll stop.”
She waited until she saw Mei’s nod and then continued, her kisses slowly tracing lower, along the neck and across her collarbone until she reached her breasts again. This time she didn’t immediately begin sucking on them, instead she made sure that she kissed every single itsy bitsy stretch of skin on them that she could find. Only after she was certain that was the case did she place a kiss on one of Mei’s nipples; gently, tenderly.
It made the knight whimper and gasp, her hands immediately flying to take a hold of those soft violet strands of hair. The Swan noticed and kissed again, a little longer this time, and added a flick of her tongue. She felt Mei shifting a little underneath her but accompanied by another moan, so she knew she was doing something right. She kept licking the nipple until it was hard again and then gave a gentle suck.
The first moan broke past Mei’s parted lips and it made Constance turn her head from where she sat at the vanity table, cleaning her lacerations. The Swan smirked to herself and continued suckling on the knight’s breast while she moved two fingers to gently pinch her other nipple, making Mei writhe underneath her, more and more of those quiet moans breaking through the air.
Eventually the Swan stopped and slowly began making her way further down, trailing kisses while her fingers traced Mei’s sides, making her giggle breathlessly.
“That tickles…”, she said in between her giggles and tried to pull away.
The Swan joined her and giggled as well, stopping her ticklish caresses and instead traced lines along the impressive muscles of Mei. She rested her head on her hard abs and began trailing her fingers along the knight’s impressive bicep.
“You’re even hotter up close…” She whispered to herself and kissed Mei’s abs, each one of the muscles separately.
It only took a short while until her kisses reached Mei’s petals and she inhaled. The knight’s arousal had left a lingering scent in her unshaved crotch and it drove the Swan crazy with lust. She pushed her tongue out to probe the taste.
Mei let out yet another moan, a little louder than the previous ones. The Swan dragged her tongue along her wet slit until she reached the pearl at the top again, giving one gentle flick before moving all the way down again and repeating the languid, lazy strokes of her tongue, like a brush on a canvas in the hands of an experienced painter.
Sometimes she pushed her tongue in just a little bit, probing, but never too far, always making sure to not hurt her beloved. She managed to get a little further in with every other push and eventually pulled back, giving Mei’s clit one last kiss and then smiling at her warmly.
“Do you want me to try using one of my fingers again?”
Mei thought about it for quite a moment, because her mind was still overwhelmed as she lay there, a thin layer of sweat covering her body and heaving chest. She eventually nodded and breathlessly answered: “I trust you.”
A tear just fell down from the Swan’s eyes onto the sheets as she smiled gently. She took her index finger and pushed it into her own mouth, coating it in saliva before positioning it in front of Mei’s waiting core. She made eye-contact once more, asking for consent quietly and upon seeing the knight’s nod pushed her finger in bit by bit.
“Shh, keep breathing.” The Swan’s voice whispered, all the seduction gone from it, replaced with pure tenderness. She held her finger in position, just slightly pushed inside and waited. Mei’s face was clenched as were all her muscles but she slowly relaxed them. She focused on her breathing and after a while calmed it down enough, nodding again.
Just a little deeper and the Swan halted her finger’s approach once more, seeing Mei’s reaction. She waited for her patiently and slowly but surely the two managed to get through it until her finger was in all the way.
Neither of them knew how long they had been there until the Swan’s finger was all the way in, but they didn’t care either. The Swan slowly began thrusting it back and forth lazily, moving as slowly as ebb and flow. She eventually leaned down again and kissed Mei’s clit once more, flicking it with her tongue in addition to the slow movements of her finger.
The increasingly loud moans caught Constance’s attention, who was now done with fixing up her wounds, even having bandaged her tail. She moved over to the bed and took a seat opposite of her wife. She gently caressed Mei’s muscles, making her shiver.
Constance smirked once more and she began licking Mei’s body, tasting the salty tang of her slim coat of sweat. The sensation drove Mei wild and she squirmed once Constance reached her breast. She gave a few licks to her nipple and then pulled back, moving up along Mei’s body.
“Look at you only taking~”, She said sultrily while the Swan ate Mei out so hard it sounded like she was drinking out of a puddle, “it’s time for you to give too~”
The delicious odor of Constance’s honey drew Mei’s tongue closer as she lowered herself onto her face. Mei had never eaten someone out before but the taste made her wild with desire and her hands flew up to grab Constance’s firm rear, kneading and guiding it so she could more easily eat her out.
Not even the thunder could subdue the sounds of Constance’s moaning as she rode Mei’s face like the royal steeds from the castle, undulating sensually. At the same time the Swan added a second finger to Mei’s cunt, causing her to moan into Constance’s fluttering pussy.
Two hands pushed down on Mei’s abdomen as Constance leaned back, holding herself up. The Swan pulled back and started trailing kisses up Constance’s back, biting her neck and soothing the sting with her tongue.
“Don’t miss me~”
Without hesitation the Swan pulled her fingers out of Mei’s core, licked them clean seductively, and walked over to the vanity table, putting an extra sway on her hips even though the other two weren’t looking anymore.
A blunt push against Mei’s petals was her only warning, accompanied by a quiet “Just breathe.” The Swan pushed the strap in all the way, slowly but without stopping. Mei moaned against Constance’s pussy but was back to eating her out within seconds, drawing another loud moan from her throat.
In the meantime, the Swan began moving, thrusting the shaft back and forth with the ease of a seasoned woman. Constance knew that feeling all too well and she smirked, throwing her head back as Mei found one of her soft spots again.
By the sounds of Mei’s muffled moans both women could tell that she was close and the Swan began rutting into her faster, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tandem with her thrusts.
She bottomed out when she felt Mei’s thighs shaking and slowed down her fingers, gently easing her down from her orgasm. But Mei was far from done with Constance. She kept licking and sucking on her pussy as devotedly as a woman of the church. Only when the dark-haired woman’s back nearly snapped in half when she came did she finally allow herself to stop.
Both women collapsed on either side of Mei, exhausted like they just ran a marathon. The Swan lazily took off her strap and threw it on the floor somewhere before turning around and resting her head on Mei’s breast. When she opened her eyes she realized that Constance had had the same idea.
The two of them quickly fell asleep on their new lover’s breasts, both tired from the excessive drinking and feasting earlier. Mei was about to fall asleep too when she suddenly saw her.
A spirit. A lady clad in white with tresses of that same hue braided in the signature braided bun of the royal house. She smiled at Mei and gently moved forward, tapping her forehead. She was floating above her now, looking down at Raiden’s face.
“You’re not my Mei.” She whispered and disappeared in a flash.
A bright lightning lit up the entire room, left empty now save for Mei and the two queens. Of course she had heard of the ancient spirit of the first royal family’s last daughter still inhabiting the castle, but she never expected them to be true.
Alas, she was too tired to worry about it now, so she drifted off to sleep, vowing to ask her lovers the next morning. In her dreams she saw that same face again, such a gentle, loving face. It felt to Acheron like she should know her, like she’s someone important.
The spirit pulled Acheron around in the dream. She dragged her along passages of the castle. Through the grimy knight’s court and along the tall hallways, adorned with paintings of white-haired men clad in armor.
The night was dark, dreary, and thunder cracked and rumbled, much like when Acheron had fallen asleep just now. The spirit took Acheron’s hand and hurried her up the stairs, leading her into the princess’ room. It was different, the furniture seemed to be older.
When Acheron looked out of the large window, she saw a woman with large horns standing outside in the pouring rain. It seemed like the lightning was attracted to her, guided by her. The horned woman jumped towards her and Acheron woke up in a cold sweat.
When she looked around, she saw her two lovers still resting their heads on her chest and she took a shuddering breath, calming down her racing heart.
“Go to sleep…” One of the two muttered and they both clung to her more tightly. All thoughts of nightmares left her, even as she thought she caught a horned silhouette in the window-pane again. Tomorrow.