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Princess and the Mage, Part 2: The Lake
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Part 2: The Lake {mf ff 1st reluc magic others}
The lake was set amid a lovely, pastoral meadow surrounded by tall
trees. That it had been was chosen for its isolation from any human
habitation only added to its beauty.
They entered the waters at a point where reflections of the afternoon
sun bathed them in fiery light. It made the hair of the
Princess look as as Meg's.
By the time they reached it, the Princess was frantic. The powerful
aphrodisiac she had unknowingly ingested would subvert her defenses
for the next six hours. Leaping at any chance to relieve her burning
nipples and in the cooling waters, she quickly stripped off all
her clothes at the merest suggestion from Meg.
Meg joined in the water removing her own clothing. The Princess
glanced over at Meg's body, comparing it to her own. The potions
caused the Princess to react strongly to the closeness of another
naked woman. When she realized that Meg was watching her, she was
suddenly shy and ashamed of her carnal reaction. Quickly, she looked
down at the water.
Although together for many weeks, Meg had never seen her thus. Nipples
distended, skin flushed, moisture glistening between her legs, and
panting with arousal. The Princess was the essence of delicate
womanhood ready to be taken by the first (or woman) who touched
her. She'd succumb easily, spreading her legs to be ravished, eager to
lose her virginity.
Meg stared at the exposed charms of the nude beauty, imaging what she
would do to the tender flesh when Magnus was done. Meg enjoyed forcing
a naive to suck her first pussy. Creaming on her face would be
sweet for the Princess' mistreatment of her "Lady in Waiting".
The Princess flushed deeper upon noticing Meg's gaze. She tried using
her hands to modestly cover herself. Then needing to reestablish her
dominance, she demanded to know what must be done next.
Meg instructed her to enter the lake and circle it standing neck deep
in the water. She reminded her of the danger of letting any male see
her thus. If he saw her then the spell of the lake would impel her to
him arousing in her an undeniable need for his touch.
The cool water helped the burning feelings in tender tissues, but did
not abate them. The Princess could not swim and was forced to ask Meg
to steady herself. Meg put her arm around the Princess, holding her
close. However, her attention was focused on the shore.
The Princess kept scanned up and down searching for any sign of a man,
hoping to have enough time to hide under the waters of behind a rock
if one approached. Meg had planted this fear that was more of a
compulsion within her.
A would see her nakedness and the magic of the lake would draw her
irresistibly to him. At the same time, her body could almost feel his
hard thing rubbing between her legs. She felt her inner muscle spasm
repeatedly at the lewd thoughts.
She'd be unable to prevent the loss of her precious maidenhood.
Surrendering while his manhood was within her would helplessly bind
her to him forever. Yet together with that fear, she felt a virgin's
need and desire for a man. Her body could almost feel his hard thing
rubbing between her legs. She felt her inner muscle spasm repeatedly
at the lewd thoughts that came unbidden.
The Princess did not at first notice how often Meg's hand strayed to
her ample ass, kneading and caressing the cheeks and what lay between
them, but she became aware of the effect. Scandalized at how strongly
her body reacted to Meg's touch, she could not deny the feelings of
arousal.
It was difficult for Meg to resist her desire to caress the satiny
smooth and of the exciting body she held. There would be
slight resistance at first, but that would be easily overcome. The
naive flesh would awaken to her touch until she begged for more.
Meg knew how defenseless the Princess truly was. By caressing her most
sensitive places the Princess would quickly succumb. The delicate
petals of her labia would open like a flower slick with the dew of her
arousal. She'd easily be convinced to submit to the pleasure one woman
can inflict upon another.
Meg's fingers hovered to strike. In moments the soft warm skin, large
bust, and moist would be hers. The fingers moved above the soft
yellow down guarding the fair entrance. They flexed, yet did not move
forward. Fear stayed them. For Meg knew the terrible punishments that
Magnus would reek on her if his plan were undermined.
Sensing her vulnerability, the Princess rushed a little ahead to avoid
Meg's touch. She approached their starting point, still feeling the
strong passions surging through her body. If anything they were more
powerful then when she'd first entered the water. Perhaps another
circuit of the lake's calming waters was needed.
The Princess was more then a little distracted by the time she had
half emerged from the lake to check on her clothing. The water had
fallen below the fair hair between her legs, which was dripping from
the excess. It moved like gentle fingers down the inside of her soft
white thighs. She heard a sound and looked up.
Suddenly, she saw a emerging from behind a small boulder. He stood
barely 10 feet away, looking directly at her. It was as if lightning
passed through her body. She could not move. Her eyes were
captured. Frozen to the spot, she could not take them from him.
He wore only a single garment, a breechcloth that barely covered his
loins. Beneath it she saw the outline of his manhood. It was huge!
How could it possibly fit inside her narrow passageway without
damaging it?
She stared as if hypnotized as it began to grow. His arousal was
becoming evident as he regarded her dripping, naked flesh. The
breechcloth tented out as it continued to grow. The heat and
moisture between her legs increased as she watched it.
The Princess shook her head to clear it. He wore the clothing of a
slave, someone beneath the contempt of the lowest commoner, let
alone a royal princess. He had probably escaped from a serf's farm.
There could be no greater social gulf then between the two of them.
Yet her body was unaware of it, reacting the same as if her were the
most handsome, most powerful king. Her thoughts seemed to crawl
and turn in strange directions.
He looked so strong. She could be easily overpowered. How would his
skin feel against his? She must not surrender to him. How big was his
manhood under the breechcloth? This couldn't be happening to her.
She felt as if there was an unbreakable cord from her sex to his
drawing them together. Shouldn't she run away? There were so many
conflicting impulses. She did not know what to do, yet her hot body
did.
Her head lifted, exposing her throat and tossing her wet hair away
from her face. The chest thrust forward displaying the fullness of her
breasts. The already distended nipples hardened painfully until they
felt like two pebbles. There was renewed moisture and heat within her
sex.
Her arousal surged. She must try to escape, but felt the magic
preventing that. Instead her body began undulating towards his. I
should not be doing this she thought. She tried to stop it. Instead,
her hips swayed more widely. Small droplets ran down her chest
to drip from the underside of her swaying breasts.
She felt exposed and vulnerable yet could make no move to cover her
nakedness. The feeling of his gaze on her skin was making her hot and
aroused as if his fingers were already caressing her.
Approached him she saw how dirty he was. He smelled of stale sweat,
yet it was mixed with a maleness that made her knees weak. She called
out trying to gain the upper hand, "Slave bow down the a Princess of
the royal house, lest I have you slain for having looked upon me."
He did not bow. He did not answer. There was no reaction at all. How
dare he treat her this way? The feeling of his unbroken gaze continued
to roam over her skin; heating it wherever touched. She felt the heat
once again burning her nipples and between her shaky legs. Would she
kneel before him? Would she beg for his touch? "NO! NO! NO!" she
thought. Strengthened by her anger, her defenses stiffened, if only
for a moment.
Was he so stupid that he could not understand her words? She gestured
in the way of command that had been taught to her at an early age. The
peasants all bowed low when they saw this, but there was still no
reaction. He did not speak, only smiled as her jiggled with
the motion. He watched her as a spider watches a fly entering its web,
surveying every naked curve as she breathed.
She regarded his muscular chest. How would her feel when
crushed against it? His large hands flexed. How would they feel
caressing her burning nipples? She saw the bulge of his manhood
pressing against the breechcloth. How soon would it drive into her
tender flesh?
These thoughts made her weak legs tremble. They felt unable to
support her. She tried to resist, but that seemed to only increase
her arousal.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Meg on the sandy part of the
shore a few feet closer to the water. The Princess was horrified to
see that Meg's legs were fully spread display her wet sex. Her large
breasts hanging down like ripe fruit ready to be plucked.
Meg had not lain with a for more then a month while she had
been in the Princess' service as a Lady in Waiting. Suddenly and
unexpectedly she was overcome with the irresistible need to submit to
the before them. She wanted to be the first to feel the massive
cock she knew was under his loincloth fucking deep into her cunt. She
wanted to feel his hot shoot into her womb and impregnate her
young fertile body.
Wait, she knew that Magnus' magic had long protected her from becoming
pregnant. She had never been the type who wanted to be tied down
caring for a squalling brat, not even her own. What kind of magic was
making her desperately want to bear this man's child?
Magnus had neglected to tell Meg certain things. One was that the
magic potion she had secretly given the Princess radiated outward from
its victim to affect any woman that was physically near her. Not only
the virgin Princess, but Meg too would become the love slave of any
man who brought her to climax when his manhood filled her cunt.
Unlike the virgin Princess, Meg had no will or even desire to resist.
She would do anything the asked, totally submissive to his
desires. Meg was the of a slut desperate to be taken.
Deliriously she lifted her open sex off the hot sand, offering it to
the man. Pleading, she repeated the same phrases over and over,
"Fuck me Master! Shove your hard cock into my hot cunt. Use
me like the cheapest whore. Lick my nipples and my clit."
Revolted by Meg's display of carnal weakness, the Princess was
nevertheless distracted and aroused by the endless dirty sex talk. She
thought how to use Meg to her advantage. Perhaps this would ignore
her and take the easy conquest. When he fell upon Meg it would give
her a change to escape. It was not to be. Meg was ignored. He was
entirely focused upon her vulnerability.
They now stood so close that her hard nipples hovered a finger's width
from his naked, hairy chest. The Princess found it impossible to
maintain a look of disdain when she had to look up into domineering
eyes that reflected her own undeniable lust. It was difficult to
breathe.
Here was the opposite of everything that she had ever desired in a
man. He was course with no manner or grace. He was uneducated,
ignorant, unable to speak or understand her, and ignorant of the need
to bow before royalty. It infuriated her, yet it was she who felt the
urge to kneel before him.
She berated herself, whispering, "I am a Princess of the Royal house,
I refuse to be attracted to this lowly slave. I will have him slain
for staring at me thus. If he touches me then he will be tortured for
days before being allowed to die.
Her firm rose and fell with her heavy breathing. In terror she
saw his hand slowly rising. Rooted to the spot, she managed to
command, "Lower your hand at once. It is worth your life if
you touch me."
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh," she gasped as he touched her right nipple.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh," then her left.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," as he squeezed both between his rough fingers.
Without conscious thought, she pressed her into the caressing
hands. Molten heat raced from where he touched to between her legs.
She felt the inner moisture flow. It made weakening knees buckle under
her. Closing her eyes, she slowly knelt before him.
Her mind was filled with the horror of a royal princess kneeling naked
before a slave. What was she becoming? "Slut, whore, harlot," they
were all too good for her. Regardless of the magic how could she ever
respect herself again?
It took her a moment to realize that his hands were no longer upon
her. Opening her eyes, she saw the breechcloth was gone. His manhood
hovered inches from her nose, its heavy male scent made her head spin.
He pushed it against her closed mouth.
She thought, "It was impossibly large! Because of what Meg had said
she knew what was expected, but resisted opening her lips to be
defiled. He grabbed her hair painfully with his right hand and closed
her nostrils with the left. She was unable to breathe.
The Princess resisted as long her breath held out. She would not allow
this invasion regardless of what Meg had said. In less than a minute,
her lungs ready felt ready to burst in her chest, but still she
resisted.
Then he shifted, placing his left foot between her open legs, against
her inflamed sex. The fiery sensation forced a moan to explode from
her opening lips. "Ohhhhhhhhhhuuummmmhh," She ended as his massive
cock plunged into her gasping mouth, down her unsullied throat,
muffling her cry.
Tears streaming down her cheeks, the princess tried to cough, to
swallow, and breath. She gave no thought to expelling the invader that
burrowed deeper with ever thrust until her nose was buried in the hair
of his loins.
Then he released her nose. She was able to breathe again. Unable to
escape or even move away from the iron hand locked in her hair she
despaired her fate.
Magnus reveled in the feeling of his cock deep throated by the
Princess. Who imagined she'd be able to take his full length her first
time. He began to use his foot to inflame the Princess once again.
Of course, it was Magnus who was dressed as the slave. He wanted to
teach the Princess her helplessness in the hands of any man, even a
slave. It would be a fine joke on one so proud of her royal lineage.
Despite her impotence, the Princess was determined to regain control.
She desperately tried to remember Meg's words. She recalled that
swallowing a man's seed might give her that control.
He needed to feel her own passion before the seed would be released.
Remembering her instruction, she gradually began to respond, as he
desired. Using her tongue she licked and caressed his shaft. Reaching
to cup the hairy balls in her hand and roll them gently about.
Her thoughts about biting the shaft or squeezing the balls hard were
shattered when her head exploded in pain as he pulled her hair. She
feared to try that again. The indirect approach would work best. She
resumed ministering to his cock and balls.
Remembering what Meg had suggested, she must let him feel her passion.
Only that way could she force his climax without surrendering herself
to him. That was the way Meg had suggested to capture his seed.
It was time to attend to her own pleasure. Hesitantly, she moved her
sex against his foot. The scorching heat of the contact seared her
mind. Her hips responded, moving again of their own accord. Her
thoughts were melting. She was aware of the growing need for the scent
and feel of his maleness filling her.
Her plan to control him was forgotten. She yearned to push him inside
to fill her sudden emptiness. Her heaving pressed against his
thighs. What was happening to her? She couldn't stop her body as it
tried to envelop this smelly dirty slave. She wasn't behaving like a
Princess, but like the lowest street whore. Was she any better then
them?
Her hips moved more urgently. Her tongue was a blur of motion. A
white-hot fire began to grow inside her belly. It would consume her
soul. She was terrified, but could not stop.
"Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrggggggg," she heard him growl as his scorching seed
shot down her undefiled throat. It was too much to swallow. She began
choking. He kept thrusting as additional streams of semen were
injected down her throat. She had begun turning blue when he finally
pulled his shrinking tool from her gasping mouth.
The Princess fell limp to the grass covered rise. White droplets
dribbled from her lips. The unsated then fell upon fervid Meg.
He shoved his limp cock in her face. Eagerly she licked clean his
manhood. Diving between her splayed legs and the life out of
her until she screamed her release.
She lay on the ground like a puppet with her string cut. She was
powerless to do anything, but watch and listen to Meg's abuse. Abuse?
Meg's impassioned moans did not sound like suffering.
The white-hot fire in her belly had receded but smoldered just under
the surface. Seeing Meg writhe in his embrace made those fires burn
hotter. The green fire of jealous began to burn in the eyes of the
Princess. It should be she, not Meg who received the man's touch.
Her legs slowly parted, displaying her oozing slit. Would he notice?
Would he understand that she wanted the same treatment, the same
"abuse" that was driving Meg to one orgasm after another?
Having disposed of Meg his attention turned back to the Princess. He
stretched out on the grass besides her, facing Meg. His hands began to
roam over her flesh. There seemed to be no pattern or target. In fact,
he seemed to ignore her.
In a few moments, his light, seemly random caresses had her gasping
and writhing. The white-hot fire blazed again within her. She knew how
weak and helpless her body truly was. No better then any other woman,
even a slave's hand could make her flesh leap for its touch. The
Princess - no! The woman, the slut, the whore was ready to do anything
he commanded.
He turned and spoke to Meg in a strange language. It was the language
of Meg's homeland. Magnus told her to do what she wished to the
Princess as long as her maidenhood was available to him. Meg got up
and said, "Please forgive me, Princess. He commands me and I must obey
or he will kill me here and now."
The Princess asked, "If you can speak to him tell him that I am a
royal Princess and that my the King will pay any price for my
ransom." Meg shook her head saying, "I must not Princess. It was your
royal that condemned him to slavery. If he discovers who you
are then you will be killed in revenge. Now I must obey."
Meg took her limp wrists and pressed them firmly above the Princess'
head. She lowered her womanhood directly over the Princess' mouth,
saying he commands you to taste another woman's passion. You must
pleasure me with your mouth and tongue.
The Princess' nose was filled with a heavy female musk. Her head was
trapped between Meg's fleshy thighs. Meg's juices flowed freely over
her face because of her recent climax. They soaked the Princess' face.
Her first tentative lick brought a low moan from Meg. "More," she
said.
The Princess' tongue, traveled into each nook and cranny of Meg's
pussy. Out of curiosity, she experimented with what brought forth the
loudest moans and strongest shudders.
To her surprise and shame, the Princess found her own body was
becoming aroused once more. Was it the man's roaming hands or Meg's
passionate cries? Regardless, the Princess' tongue moved faster and
deeper into Meg's hot until it seemed to be vibrating in
response.
Meg's hips began to thrust forward trying to push the urge the tongue
deeper. Her moans rose to a crescendo until with a final cry the
Princess felt Meg's juices pour fourth, soaking her face and hair with
the taste and smell of another woman's passion. Meg rolled off to lie
gasping on the grass next to her.
The Princess tried to sit up, but was roughly pushed back down by the
slave's hand. He rolled onto the supine body of the Princess, pressing
his manhood against her slit. She gasped as her spasmed in
response.
He reached to hold her wrists still above her head. Pressing the
length of his naked bulk against her tender flesh. His broad chest
crushed her breasts. His course hair teased her still burning nipples.
His manhood nestled against her wet slit. In a moment it would
penetrate her. She could do nothing to stop him.
Meg's carnal performance had hardened his cock once again. Now it
wedged and spread the Princess' slick lower lips sending heated
signals that seemed to further weaken her desire to resist.
She would be raped, but she refused to beg for it. If she held her
council then the she would be released from the magic.
"Meg help me," she pleaded, "I am trapped beneath this and the
magic of the lake is making me helpless." The slave also spoke to Meg
in his strange language then she replied, "He knows of the magic of
the lake. He demands that you beg him to rape you to invoke the magic.
If you do this Princess and climax when he is within you then you will
belong to him forever. He commands me to assist him or I will be
slain. Please forgive me Princess."
With that Meg move to hold the Princess' wrists once again. In blind
fury the Princess screamed, "I do not forgive or forget traitorous
bitch. When I escape I will have both of you tortured for weeks before
you are allowed to die. You may be a weak female, but I am a Princess,
as far above you as the moon and the stars. I am superior, beyond
anything he can do to me. I will resist and triumph. Never will I
belong to any man. Tell him that."
Meg translated for the slave whose response was a small chuckle. His
hands moved downward to cup her breasts. Finding her nipples her began
to pinch and release them between rough fingers. His hard cock rubbed
against her hot pussy, splitting the slippery lips and burrowing
between them.
The Princess gritted her teeth. She steeled herself against feeling
anything. Naked and trapped she'd resist the arousal her was forcing
her to experience. He could rape her, but never with her consent.
She'd refuse to think about his fiery manhood rubbing against the
unguarded entrance to her most secret places.
A Princess was in control of what her body felt, the heat, the
arousal, the luscious sensation of his oily tool against her satiny
smooth flesh, pressing, demanding, and inciting. Her tormented nipples
fondled by his callused fingers.
He could rape her, plunge his hard sword into her burning pussy,
invade her castle, and fill her emptiness. She felt his supple muscles
against her naked skin. Her own inner muscles kept spasming, yearning
for a hard cock.
Without even realizing what was happening, the Princess' eyes closed,
her mouth gaped open in an endless moan, her knees lifted, her thighs
clasped his flesh, and her hips began to thrust upward. Then he
stopped.
It took a moment for her to realize. When her eyes opened he saw no
sign of resistance, only passion and need. He spoke one word in her
language, "Beg."
No longer a proud Princess, tears wet her cheeks as she realized her
weakness and need made her no more then any other woman. She was a hot
slut, open beneath him, who could not resist the arousal a slave's
hands had forced upon her. She opened her mouth to echo Meg's
pleadings, "Use me. Take my maidenhood. I need your hard spear. Drive
it into my belly. Rip the virginity from me. Fuck me now. Please fuck
me."
Returning only a broad grin, he shifted to wedge his the bulbous head
of his lance within the entrance to her treasure room. His hands
shifted so that her hips were now immobilized by his weight. Now that
she had surrendered, her suffering would commence.
He pushed gradually up her sheath. Perhaps a quarter of an inch with
each thrust. To her unsullied he felt huge. Each thrust a new
sensation. She felt impossibly stuffed, yet he kept penetrating her
unprotected core deeper with each stroke.
The Princess remembered the magic of the lake. He was within her now.
If she had an orgasm then she'd be bound to him forever. Knowing she
could not resist his touch, her only chance was to goad his climax
before her own.
She wanted to move her hips, but his strength held them in place. Her
voice incited him. So she continued to beg, moan, and plead for him to
fuck her harder.
They both felt him press against her maidenhood. She tried to ignore
the discomfort, but then welcomed it. There was little chance of an
orgasm this way.
He pressed forward. The discomfort turned to pain. The pain turned to
anguish. Her moans of pleasure became cries of agony,
"Oooooooowwwww! The pain!
"Oooooowwwoooowwwww! I can't stand it.
"Oooooowwwww! Please make it stop.
"Ooooowwooowwwww! You're killing me!
Her pain was a dark cloud. It colored everything. She writhed
unable to escape. The pain mixed with the pleasure pushing her
backward, backward into memory.
The Princess' thoughts leaped back to the day her had punished
her. He had spanked her nude body before her entire family. Amid the
pain she had been so aroused that she had stained his royal robes with
her juices.
The pain, humiliation and pleasure of this day and that day merged in
her minds. The images of this slave and her became one. She
pressed her mound forward, one again feeling the unbearable arousal,
needing the pain, needing the pleasure. She tried pleading with her
torturer, but she was beyond words.
Magnus did not press forward through her hymen. Neither did he
withdraw. The promise he had made the noble women he must keep if he
wished to live in peace in this kingdom. Regardless of the promises
their husbands made, he knew made the noble women would make his life
a living hell if they were crossed.
He ignored her pleas. They were the price she must pay for years of
abusing everyone around her. The price he must pay to secure his
future in this kingdom. Just as he knew how to inflame a woman's
passion, he knew how to prolong a virgin's pain.
Despite her own need for revenge, Meg looked pale. She turned away
unable to look upon the agony of the Princess. It went on and on. It
was by far the worst pain the pampered Princess had ever experienced;
yet she could not escape. Her head thrashed right and left uselessly.
Meg felt nauseous as if she might throw up.
The eyes of the Princess rolled up into her head, she was about to
pass out from the unendurable suffering. At that moment the abused
hymen ruptured. In a few thrusts his cock was buried to the hilt in
her sheath. There he stopped waiting for her recovery.
The Princess regarded the slave with the deepest hatred she had ever
felt in her life. Somehow she knew that he had intentionally prolonged
her suffering. If her hands had been freed she'd have literally
scratched his eyes out even if it meant her own death.
He spoke to Meg and then lowered his head to suckle on her right
breast. "He asks forgiveness. It is a ritual of his tribe. That the
pain of a girl's lost virginity is a gift to the gods. It insures that
many healthy children will spring from her womb." translated Meg then
lowered her head to suckle the left breast.
Her angry retort was lost in a thunderclap of pleasure that rang from
her hardening nipples throughout her body. It drove the breath from
her lungs rendering her speechless. The memory of pain was driven away
by a flood of arousal.
Once again her hips thrust against him. He began to withdraw the devil
spear. Her inner muscles grasped at it, trying to hold it. He thrust
in once more, filling her, completing her. Releasing the nipple wet
with his saliva, he began a regular rhythm. Without thinking she
matched him, thinking only of the sheer skin sensation of the spear
penetrating her womanhood.
This slave had taken her maidenhood She would never forget the pain
and the pleasure, "Mmmmmmm." Their pace increased. Moaning. Thrusting.
Feeling. aaaaaaaaaaaaah...
Her mind was dissolving from the relentless stimulation. A last
thought escaped before she plunged willingly into the abyss, "He had
forced her to beg for it, but she was safe as long as."
No! The Princess felt the white-hot flame in her belly. She could do
nothing to stop or even slow it. Her hips kept thrusting impaling her
body again and again on the invader. The flame grew into a raging
inferno. She couldn't allow it! She must not. She must.
"AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," she screamed as the
titanic orgasm exploded from within. The magical conditions were
achieved. The energy of the spell released, pulsed around her and
through her.
Magnus felt it. He drove his stave into her womb then felt his
scalding hot seed spray into her enchanted spawning ground. Conception
was insured by the magic that now began altering her mind. The
Princess passed out, her mind overloaded, unable to endure the
combined power of her orgasm and the magic that seethed around her.
It did not destroy, but added and wove new patterns. If the spell
worked as Magnus intended then the Princess would cleave to him and no
other. Her body would always react with helpless passion to his
caresses guaranteeing many glorious orgasms to come. She would love,
revere, and obey him as her Lord and Master. Her happiness was assured
as long as he kept her with him. She would now treat all with honor
and respect. Her venom was reserved for those who worked against him.
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Will the magic work as intended?
What of Meg's susceptibility?
Will the nobles honor their agreements to Magnus?
Can he handle two women under one roof?
To find out see
Part 3: The Castle
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