You grin at Claire:
"As tempting as that sounds, I think I'm going to need a few moments to recover - and we should discuss the future"
Having said that, you get up and offer her one hand, helping her back on her feet. You to resume the walk, as if you hadn't just fucked your sister's mouth. The path curves around some bushes, and you discover a fountain, with a bench placed next to it. Claire seats herself and you sit next to her, though you wrap your left arm around her shoulders and pull her close, so that the fingers of your right can easily drift across the open expanse of her massive mammaries. Claire merely smirks at this, though one of her hands sneaks to pet your semi-limp dick, that you hadn't bothered to put away.
"Sister, I do not want to be immediately stuck in the castle, and the capital. I know I'll have to spend most of my life here. Thus, my plan, in all its simplicity. Does not every King need to know his Kingdom?"
Claire nods and grips your penis, and it gives a little shudder and grows larger.
"So, I'm going to take a small escort of the Royal Guard, and travel across the lands. From the snow-covered mountains of Fellfall to the murky waters of Port Brennen. From the steaming jungles of Zalando to the scorched plains of Rakshasa. I'll meet my subjects near and far, learn how things really are!"
You almost forget Claire's hand on your dick - you had forgotten to rub the tops of her boobs in your excitement, but Claire dutifully kept rubbing your dick, that now stood at full mast.
"And before you ask, yes, I have considered our treacherous cousin, Lord Alfred the Duke of Wiltwoode. The key to keep him from usurping the throne is to take him along - I'll play his vanity, pretend to be clueless and ask him to accompany me as a mentor. He'll have to accept, and in some remote corner, who knows what kind of accidents might happen?"
You grin evilly at Claire, whose cheeks are red - from excitement, you guess. You grab her vast tits through the heavy black-red dress and kiss her eagerly, thrusting your tongue in her mouth. She quickly yields, opening her mouth fully, accepting your tongue, while shifting slightly so that she could use both hands on your dick.
Moments pass as your tongue charts the outline of Claire's teeth. Abruptly, you stand up and stand in front of her, holding her shoulders with both hands. Eyes wide, chest heaving, Claire turns her face upwards, staring at you.
"So, big sister, will you be able to keep me company during this trip? Will you help me murder our cousin? And will you then marry me in a lavish ceremony when we get back? Can you forsake all other men for the rest of your life?"
Claire doesn't immediately answer. Rather, she positions your cock over her lips, and kisses it from underneath. She then leans forward and guides your throbbing dick between her fat titties - which feel awesome: soft and warm as they tightly envelope your manhood from all sides, no doubt her corset helping things along - and she proceeds to kiss around your navel:
"Yes", kiss, "yes", kiss, "yes", kiss, "brother", kiss, "my king", kiss, "my lord", kiss. You close your eyes, groaning as you lean even further forward, gripping her shoulders tightly, as you unload another volley between her mammaries.
Claire patiently waits for your shuddering to abate before gently pushing you back, so that she can envelope your sticky dick in her mouth. She lovingly sucks and licks it squeky clean.
"So brother, when are we leaving?" |