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Empress Viren smiles down at her niece, her love, her wife.
Princess Mavria is all dolled up in sumptuous silks. A veil, all a pink-and-pale froth, drapes over her curly black hair. Beneath warm candlebright glow, her gown is a shimmer of pastel color. Roses of golden satin are sewn into the train and décolletage, and her feet fit snugly into slippers decorated with the same.
The princess is staring up at Viren, wide-eyed, bouquet of peonies and roses still clutched tight in her dainty hands. "Auntie," she says, voice beseeching, questioning, confused. "Is this really all right?"
Viren simply smiles and runs a hand over one soft little cheek, pleasure winding through her when Mavria, eyes fluttering shut, leans into her touch. "Of course, my darling girl. This is for you and for me, to make us happy." Her fingers ghost over the delicate arch of throat. "Does that sound wrong to you?"
Mavria's eyes flutter back wide. "Well, no, but—"
The rest of her words are eaten into Viren's mouth, scarlet-painted and most hungering. She kisses her as if a starving woman whose only sustenance is to be found between the girl's lips. Her hands roam over soft young curves hidden beneath luxurious wedding finery.
Breaking the kiss, she kneels, hiking up the gown. Her fingers smooth over silky pink garter. There aren't any panties, of course, not since she trained Mavria young to never wear them, and so it's child's play to spread the girl's cunt-lips wide and spear her tongue deep inside.
Immediately, Mavria cries out, drops the bouquet in a tumble of vibrant petals. Knees buckling, she comes to rest against Viren's shoulders, and this pushes Viren's tongue even deeper inside her fluttering young cunt.
"Auntie." All innocent virgin lust, Mavria moans and fists both hands in Viren's dark curls, canting her hips forward. "Please, Auntie, I— I don't understand, what's happe—"
Again, her words are swept clean aside, this time by Viren's teeth closing over her tiny clit. Viren sucks on it, teeth scraping over the sensitive bud, delighting in the noises her niece is giving form and figure to.
"My darling," she murmurs, words shaping around Mavria's little clit, reaching around to fondle the girl's shapely little butt. Sinks two elegant fingers in-between the cleft of her cheeks and right inside her untried asshole.
A gasp, a jerk of the hips, but Viren doesn't dare pull away. "Auntie, what are you doing?" Mavria cries out, even as she tries to push away from Viren's questing fingers.
Viren shushes her. Grasps firmly at child-thigh and squeezes it tight. Sinks her fingers in deeper, farther, twisting them in in in.
She drinks in the girl's cries of pain as if they are but the finest of wines.
And then, abruptly, she's rising, shoving Mavria up against the ebon wall of their private chambers.
With a smile, she lifts her skirts high. Whispers a spell to bind them fast above her hips so as to reveal the smooth, shiny wooden phallus resting between her thighs.
"This is going to go inside you," she tells her niece, smile growing teeth at the sight of those eyes growing ever wider with fear.
Mavria shakes her head, frantic. "No no no, Auntie, please, it's too big, it can't go in—"
Viren's hand wrapping around her throat effectively cuts off any further protest.
Uncaringly, she tears up the girl's wedding dress, baring tiny breasts and the glistening pink of little-girl cunt.
"My dearest, my darling, my beloved," Viren purrs, eyes darkening drastically in the wake of her hunger-lust. "I'm only doing this to make you happy."
And with that, she plunges into her darling niece's little virgin ass.
Mavria screams.
As for Viren, well. Surely there have been times when she's had even more fun, but for the life of her she can't remember anything that can possibly come close to this.
This being the sight of her sweet niece struggling against her, against the fat wooden cock thrusting away inside her ass, against the hand squeezing repeatedly at her throat and rendering sweet, seductive screams into little drips of noise.
She fucks the girl through the pain. Fucks her through the agony, fucks her into a series of sudden moans and whines. Her pretty little body arches forward, and the sight of those tiny little tits sticking up and out is far too much for Viren to resist. So she doesn't.
Loosening her hand from around Mavria's throat, she trails it lower, tweaks soft pink nipples into hard peaks of rosy-red color. A moan, then, so Viren does it again. Pinches the nipple between sharp scarlet nails, which earns her a surprised yelp.
She continues to thrust away, each forward-stroke of her hips shoving the wooden cock deep inside. And with every back-stroke, it nearly drags out entirely, catching at the rim of her niece's tight little ass.
The girl is now positively dripping arousal all over the remnants of her wedding gown. And Viren, well, she's not a heartless creature. Truly, she isn't. And so, she rubs the heel of her hand against soft, slick cunt-flesh, grinds the girl's itty-bitty clit until it's all swollen, red, and twitching.
The slap she administers between Mavria's thighs is swift and harsh and pulls forth a wholly fresh cry of shock-pain from the girl's lips. It's all the enouragement Viren needs to keep going. Though, really, even if by some miracle the girl didn't react so, Viren would simply keep going until well after she did.
Her thrusts have slowed down, keeping pace with the spanking of the girl's sweet cunt, each smack forcing free yelps and whimpers and cries of sweetest torment as the flesh between Mavria's thighs reddens rapidly beneath blow after merciless blow.
The hunger in Viren's breast is only growing, worsening, a blaze of lust pulsing in place of where her heart ought to be. She grabs Mavria's tiny tits, nails digging in hard, and starts fucking her with a vicious promise.
"Good little cunt." Her voice emerges as a low, pleased purr. "Pretty little cunt. Such a pretty little cunt, and all for me, no? I get to keep you by my side forever now, my darling, doesn't that make you the luckiest little slut in the world?"
Mavria doesn't respond. Not that Viren expected her to. Not when her dear sweet niece is so caught up amidst the confusing swirl of pleasure-pain Viren has mired her in.
So she simply carries onward, chasing her own pleasure with every shove of her hips, wooden phallus dragging up against the flex and flutter of little-girl ass.
When Mavria comes, it's a true sight to behold. Her spine arches up against the ebon wall. Her eyes clamp down tight-shut and her head tilts back back back. Her lips part open around the pleasure of sweetest release.
Just in time, Viren hilts herself fully inside, pressing their bodies flush together and watching as her sweet little niece's sweet little cunt shamelessly sprays out a flood of slick.
Not even waiting for the girl to recover or for her cunt to finish, Viren drags her over to the bed. It's more than easy to do so, Mavria's body weighing rather little, and in no time at all Viren has her lying atop the bed, limbs all sprawled.
"Don't pass out on me now, my pet." Tugging the veil off, Viren winds it around Mavria's throat in a tight bow of sorts, yanks until the girl's head lolls up for her to steal a quick but messy kiss.
Mavria moans into Viren's mouth, and Viren takes the opportunity to tangle their tongues together, even as her fingers find that swollen little clit and begin to rub and rub and rub.
One roll of her hips, and that's all that's required for Viren to sheathe herself inside her dear Mavria's still-spasming cunt.
"We still have plenty of night to go," she purrs.