The word came out stripped of everything. No anger. No authority. Just raw, unprocessed shock, her voice the voice of a girl rather than a princess.

He was simply there. As if he had always been there. As if walls and distance and three days meant nothing at all to him, which— she was beginning to understand— they did not.

Her mind lurched backward.

The garden. The stone bench warm under the late afternoon sun, and then his hands, and then— nothing. A blankness. The next thing she remembered was this ceiling, this bed, this room, Marlin's careful hands and quiet voice telling her she had been unconscious and that her mother was deep in seclusion and could not be disturbed.

'Three days.'

And now here was her mother. Standing before her with a belly full with child and eyes like a woman who had been hollowed out and filled back up with something entirely new. And here was the man whose doing it clearly was, sitting behind her on her own bed, his hand on her breast like it had always belonged there.

'Mother slept with him.'

The thought hit like cold water thrown directly at her face.

Her jaw tightened. Her free hand curled into the sheets. The fury was instant and hot and tangled with something else— something she refused to name— as she turned back to face him.

"Let go of me." Flat. Deliberate. The voice she used for people who needed to understand her clearly. "I told you before. I don't want—"

He moved.

One smooth, unhurried motion— his grip releasing her breast only long enough for both hands to catch her wrists, pulling them up and over her head as his body came forward and hers went back against the mattress with the soft, definitive weight of something decided.

His mouth found hers.

Not gentle. Not asking. Just consuming— his lips pressing hers open with the easy certainty of a man who understood her body's vocabulary better than she did, his tongue sliding in against hers before she'd processed that the kiss had started.

Her wrists pinned above her head. Both of them. His knee between her thighs, his free hand already at her chest, kneading through the silk, fingers finding the shape of her breast and working it with slow, deliberate pressure.

"Mnnph—!"

Her eyes went wide and then— against every intention her mind had assembled for this moment— went wet.

She did not bite him. She did not pull. Her hips shifted on the mattress and her fingers— pinned above her head— curled and uncurled helplessly against his grip as her mouth moved against his whether she wanted it to or not.

'Why. Why does he— why does it—'

The thought broke apart before it finished.

From the doorway, two women stood watching.

The Queen's hand rested on her belly, fingers spread over the roundness beneath the silk. Her expression was not jealousy. It was not victory. It was something quieter and far more complicated— the face of a woman watching someone else begin a journey she recognized from the inside.

Beside her, Marlin stood with her hands folded neatly, posture composed, eyes soft with the particular understanding of a young woman who had already been where the princess was currently going.

Neither of them spoke.

The room was filled instead with the wet, muffled sounds of a princess being kissed against her will and entirely with her body's full cooperation— her breath breaking in short, stuttered bursts through her nose, the rustling of sheets as her legs shifted beneath him.

"Mnnph~~ Mnngh~~"

The silk of her robe had shifted, the collar pulling wide, and the hand at her breast was no longer working through fabric— skin against skin now, his fingers finding the stiff, rising point of her nipple and rolling it with a slow, practiced twist.

"MNNGH~~!!"

Her back arched clean off the mattress, shoulder blades pressing up, and her pinned wrists strained against his grip— not to escape, her body had already lost that argument— but because her spine demanded the arch and her arms had nowhere else to go.

Tears spilled from the corners of her tightly shut eyes and ran back into her hair. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Not pain. Not entirely.

The two women at the door exchanged one last look.

The Queen stepped back, and Marlin quietly pulled the chamber door closed behind them both.

The corridor was empty. Silent. Just the distant sound of servants celebrating a Queen's impossible breakthrough, echoing faintly through stone walls.

Neither woman said a word.

They didn't need to.

The door clicked shut with a soft, final 'thud', sealing the chamber in perfect, velvet silence.

But the Queen and Marlin never left. They stayed right there, backs pressed to the heavy wood, eyes locked on the bed like starving bitches in heat. The air grew thick and sweet with the scent of three dripping cunts and raw, shameless lust.

On the bed, the kiss broke with a wet 'schlick'. The princess's lips were puffy and glistening, chest heaving wildly as she gasped for air. His hand—still pinning both her wrists high above her head—squeezed her full, heavy tit harder, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, rolling and pinching that stiff pink nipple until it throbbed.

"Mnnnh—! N-no, not there— ahh♡~!" she whimpered, legs flailing uselessly beneath him.

He didn't care. His other hand shoved her thin robe up to her waist, hooked a thick thumb into her panties, and dragged them down her kicking thighs in one slow, teasing pull. The soaked scrap of fabric peeled away, strings of her own slick stretching obscenely before snapping. Her smooth, puffy pussy was completely bare now—pink, glistening, and already twitching with betrayal.

Two thick fingers rubbed along her dripping slit, parting the swollen folds with a lewd 'squelch', circling her swollen clit before dipping lower to tease her tight little entrance.

From the door, the Queen's hand had already slipped beneath her crimson robes. She pressed two fingers deep into her own sopping cunt, pumping them slowly while her thumb rubbed frantic circles over her clit. Soft, muffled moans spilled from her lips.

"Ahhn♡~… Mmmf~ ♡… Look at her pretty little pussy… his fingers are rubbing her exactly like he rubbed mine… so deep, so thick… she's getting so wet already, my sweet daughter…♡"

Her internal voice was dripping with filthy heat. 'Just like that… stretch her open… make her cunt drool for Master's cock… I can almost feel it on my own clit…'

Beside her, Marlin had one hand kneading her own perky tit hard, pinching and twisting the nipple through her uniform, while her other hand frantically rubbed her pussy under her skirt. Her fingers moved in messy, eager strokes, the wet 'schlick-schlick-schlick' barely audible under her breathy whimpers.

"Nngh~ ♡… Haaah♡… Master's fingers are playing with the princess's virgin cunt… rubbing her clit so slow and mean… I can see how her pussy lips are parting for him… just like he did to me… mmmf~ so hot… I'm getting wetter just watching…♡"

The young maid's eyes were half-lidded, cheeks flushed dark, a tiny trail of drool at the corner of her mouth as hentai-like pleasure fogged her mind. 'Fuck… imagine those fingers spreading her open wider… making her drip all over the sheets… I want to taste her when he's done…'

He made the rest of her clothes vanish with a casual flick—silk dissolving into golden sparks—leaving the princess completely naked and spread beneath him. His own robes faded away too, revealing his thick, veiny cock, already rock-hard and throbbing. He shoved her thighs wide apart, knees pushing them open until her glistening pussy was on full obscene display.

The kiss broke completely. She gasped, tears sparkling on her lashes.

"E-everyone is looking… Mother— not in front of her! Please, I can't— not like this—!"

He pinned both her arms down over her soft belly, holding her completely helpless. His free hand gripped his heavy cock and slapped the fat, leaking head against her soaked pussy—'smack… smack… smack'—the wet, vulgar sounds echoing through the room.

"She'll join you soon enough and spread her pregnant pussy," he growled, voice low and dark with promise.

Her eyes flew wide in shock. "Wha—?!"

No time to finish.

He thrust forward.

The thick cockhead parted her tight folds and plunged straight in—burying every inch in one brutal, claiming stroke.

"Ammmfggh~ kyaaangg~!!!!"