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Prophecies of Sin	By : Johnny-Topside Category: +A through F > Chrono Trigger Views: 6604 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1- Deception

Maude Lebowski: Lord. You can imagine where it goes from here.

The Dude: He fixes the cable?

Maude Lebowski: Don't be fatuous, Jeffrey.

Magus had been living in Zeal Palace for a month when his plans for revenge had taken a decidedly twisted turn. He had made good use of unexpectedly being thrown back to the hoary old age of his youth and things had been proceeding like clockwork until that day he had begun to lose control. It had all started with an odd request. The Queen, his mother in fact, had requested him privately in the palace gardens. At the time though he had been more concerned if it meant a reprimand or if she was actually planning on take him further into her confidence. An invite to the gardens likely meant the latter, but you could never tell with her.

He strode the golden halls of the palace, the steel buckles of his boots clicking ominously with each step. His dark blue cloak and it's tall pointy hood concealed him almost head to toe and anyone who cared to get a better look at his face would only meet an expression of carefully arranged apathy. The shadow the hood cast doused the fire in his eyes so he always had it on. It really was a flimsy disguise he reflected, but it did the job and kept most of the servants at arms length. Often they would make it a point to get out of his way in a hurry and whisper behind cupped hands as he passed.

It was early afternoon and the palace was all sunlight and bustle with activity. He strode up a great set of stairs and unexpectedly came almost face to face with Dalton and two of his masked Lasher cronies leaning against a wall. They had been talking quietly but abruptly stopped when he came within earshot. Dalton curled his lip and glared at him with a seething contempt in his eyes. Both his eyes, Magus noted, but that would change soon enough he knew. He favored them with a blank look in response and kept walking on without breaking stride. Dalton's popularity had taken a decided slide since his arrival as the Prophet. Magus hadn't hesitated to undercut him for his own personal gain, making Dalton look like a fool had just been a bonus.

He came to the gardens, a great white stone veranda with pillars that stretched high above his head. Connecting these was a criss crossing framework from which vines and flowers of every color hung, as well as various hanging fruits within easy access. Below them floated a sea of white airy clouds drifting like lazy waves. All the plants were engineered to thrive all year round with minimal gardening just to create this opulent setting reserved only for royals and their guests. He had come here often as a child but till now he'd been barred access.

His mother the Queen, his sister, and his younger self were sitting at table finishing their lunch. Magus walked over and went to one knee to show his “obedience”, until Zeal beckoned for him to rise and sit. There was one empty seat and he slid into it silently, feeling intensely uncomfortable. He had not been physically this close to any of them since his arrival and he could feel his breath threatening to catch in his throat. His beloved sister Schala was as radiant as he remembered. She was eighteen, tall and slender, and had a kind of sad, wistful kind of beauty. Her light blue hair spilling in a torrent down the side of her face and over her purple robes, framing her kind green eyes which even now reflected distress...and fear. Beside her sat Janus, glaring daggers at him. As always he felt a weird kind of vertigo seeing his younger self, like matter and anti-matter meeting. Zeal sipped tea nonchalantly as the rest of them sat in stony silence that seemed to stretch for an eternity.

“Princess Schala...what a pleasure it is to-” he started awkwardly before Schala dropped her cup with a clatter.

“May I be excused.” She said said quietly. It wasn't a question so much as an expression of sorrow.. Janus clutched her arm and if looks could kill his would have cut Magus to pieces. Magus for his part merely peered out at them from beneath his shadowed hood where nobody here could see him or truly hurt him, where the pain didn't show. Queen Zeal took another deliberate sip.

“Fine. Just make sure you continue your daily communing with the Mammon Machine. I also want to talk to you later.”

Schala quickly got up and gave Magus one last troubled look before hurriedly walking away and Janus got up and ran after her without asking to be excused. His mother ignored this utterly. He had been a rude brat Magus remembered, partly by inclination, partly because almost nothing he did seemed to matter to her either way. They were on their way to the door when Magus clearly heard Janus say “I don't like him.”

That wasn't surprising he conceded. One of his first prophecies had outed the Gurus' secret meetings, conspiring to delay the construction of the Ocean Palace. He had remembered it from his childhood when that buffoon Dalton and his secret police had sniffed them out. Magus had felt a slight twinge of guilt betraying them like that as he had nothing against them, but it was destined. So he had beaten Dalton to the punch cementing his own position in the court and earning Zeal's trust while making both Dalton and his agents look like incompetent blunders. The only drawback was he had completely alienated his sister. Every time he glimpsed her from a distance the pain of losing her was fresh all over again. Not this time, not ever again, he thought grimly. Things were now moving in the right direction and Magus was in a position to steer events to ensure that when Lavos inevitably arose he would be there to end it's misbegotten life. For that moment he would destroy any and all would try to impede him. There were more ugly betrayals in his future, he was certain of it.

“Never mind all that.” said Zeal absently. “Have you eaten?”

“Not yet your Majesty.”

“Help yourself then .” There wasn't much left but he took a sandwich as Zeal finished her tea.

She was in her early forties but wore it very well, with high cheek bones, arched eyebrows, piercing green eyes and a small mouth that was often pursed in cruel amusement or cold rage. Her massive blue hair spilled in every direction down to below her waist and was teased over the top of her gold crown in great spikes to accent it. Gold glittered gaudily from her wrists, ears, and neck. She looked and was he knew from personal experience, a true queen bitch. Her eyes were hard and had already begun in moments of stress to take on the strange tilt of insanity.

He cursed himself later for not noticing right away. There had been tip offs. Instead of her normal robes she wore a yellow dress, much too casual and low cut for her fashion sense. It showed her prominent cleavage and she was wearing a good deal more eyeshadow than normal. Perhaps because he didn't think of her at all that way it hadn't came to him, but still, he wondered how he could have let those details slip by him.

“I called you here to let you know I am well satisfied with your service so far Prophet. Your prophecies have been mostly accurate.” Magus took a breath. He had made some small mistakes when he first came to the palace, but luckily he had been right about the important events. He may have been a poor conversationalist but he prided himself on his skill as a liar, it was a skill he had honed for years among the Mystics.

“You honor me too much your Majesty. The future paints in broad strokes, it's often difficult to correctly interpret the details.”

“Still, outing those pesky Gurus was impressive and saved me a great deal of trouble and for that you have my thanks. Not even Dalton seemed to know what they had been planning” She smiled an easy smile and he returned it with some effort. Dalton had been within a hair of knowing. Magus had cut him off at the knees by just a matter of days and there was no way for him to take even partial credit now without looking like a petty whiner. Magus decided he would play his trump card for the week.

“Yes, about Dalton. I thought you might like to know something.” Zeal sat forward suddenly, her expression clouding.

“What is it Prophet? Is he planning on betraying me too?” Oh this was fantastic that she trusted him now enough to suspect Dalton at a mere suggestion. Magus thought about simply lying but decided there was no need.

“No, nothing as serious as that. He'll lose an eye soon. His right as a matter of fact.”

“Oh really? How will we he lose it? Will this affect things?”

“Only his temper really. I just thought you might be interested. He'll gloat at the wrong moment after abusing an Earthbound slave and that Earthbound will jab him right in the eye with a nearby stick.” Zeal laughed a genuine laugh and slapped his knee, which Magus found odd. She was never familiar with anyone except to strike them and she had never touched him before.

“His first big war wound from an Earthbound, how utterly delicious! Do you suppose we should warn him?”

“We could,” Magus said with what he hoped sounded like grave consideration. “But really the future you seek is more likely to come to pass if we allow some things to unfold as they're meant to be. If you were to warn him I'm sure he could avoid losing the eye, but then you would never know whether you can trust my prophecies.” Her smile widened and reached her eyes. He didn't care for the way she was looking at him, but he couldn't put his finger on why.

“You're ambitious and ruthless for a court seer, I like that. Tell me more.”

He had spun her a web of half truths and utter lies for the next half hour, playing off her insecurities, suspicions and vanity. There were some things that might not come to pass now that he had begun interfering in the time line, and other things he knew for certain would, and these he would save for when he was backed into a corner. It was the first time he had ever been alone with her and she seemed almost warm and natural that afternoon.

“Walk me to the door.” Zeal said when he had exhausted his stock of lies for the moment. Magus walked behind her slowly at a respectful distance as they talked but found no matter how slow he walked somehow she walked slower, until she was practically arm and arm with him. She had become uncomfortably close and he started as she brushed against him.

“Oh!” she cried, and seemed to trip against his foot. She tottered for a moment and he reflexively grabbed both her arms to steady her. She stumbled again, very unnaturally because he had a strong grip on her and yet she fell bodily against him. It was a strange, awkward motion and he half fell, half landed on his ass with Zeal draped over him. She lingered for a long moment like that till he managed to get his wits back and helped her back up.

“Oh my, how clumsy I was! I'm so sorry, my mind was somewhere else. How can I make this up to you?” Her voice was coy, almost coquettish, and for the first time it began to dawn on him what she was suggesting.

“It was my fault entirely your Majesty. Please forgive me, there's no need to trouble yourself.” He almost stuttered as he talked, and he felt hot blood rushing to his face.

“No, no, anyone can see it was my fault. Please, I insist. Why don't you join me for dinner this evening?”

“In the dining hall?” He asked stupidly. He already took his meals there most days with the rest of the court. She put her hand against her mouth and chuckled that annoying laugh of hers.

“Why of course not. A private dinner in my chambers, just the two of us. I'd love to hear more of what the future has in store.” Her eyes slid up under long lashes to meet his, teasing and warning him.

“I would...love to.”

“Wonderful, then I'll see you at 7 o'clock. Do be prompt and...” She dusted off his cloak slightly with her hand. “Do clean up.

“I'm looking forward to it your Highness.”

“Then I hope we'll have a stimulating conversation.” He would come to regret later that he missed her choice of words.

The hours passed quickly, and Magus decided to clear his mind with a long, hot shower. He was slightly disturbed by some of the signals Zeal had been sending. He stood naked with his hands against the tiled wall, letting the hot water run over his scalp. It helped to relax and steady him and it was a luxury he fully appreciated as an adult. Particularly after his initial trek across the frozen landscape of the surface when he had arrived in this era. Back in the filthy future there was no hot running water. The rune on the wall that governed the shower glowed a dull red, indicating the temperature, and he could change it by tracing a pattern with his finger.

There was a soft sneeeze behind him, and he turned around instinctively, water and his long hair intermingling in his eyes, blinding him. There was a slight gasp and then a quick shuffle of feet and he caught a glimpse of one of the maids scurrying out. He began to blunder out then thought better of it and grabbed a towel to cover himself before stepping out still dripping wet. He caught sight of her against for just a split second and then heard the door close softly.

He stood for a moment, regarding the room, and then began to dry himself. It didn't look like she had been cleaning, and nothing appeared to be stolen or tampered with. How strange, he thought. The servants all gave him a wide berth and had never come into his room uninvited before. He recognized the maid as one of his mother's, a middle aged somewhat chubby woman with frizzy hair. Surely she would have heard the shower...perhaps she thought he had left it on? No, it was absurd. Then he felt a flush of embarrassment that she had seen him naked. Had she been peeping on him he wondered? Mentally he had shrugged. No probably just curiosity, give the old girl a thrill he supposed

It was really spacious in Zeal's bedroom, big enough on it's own to be an apartment really, with the finest furniture and art. Tapestries and wine red curtains billowed ever so slightly from the breeze coming in from a balcony that opened out almost literally into the darkened sky. Two of her attendants stood by and Zeal reclining in an evening dress more appropriate than what she'd been wearing earlier. A candleabra burned at the center of the small table that had been set.

The main course was a roast Z'tan bird with lemon sauce, followed by asparagus, truffles, braised tomatos and two kinds of bread with various fruit marmalades. She had asked him to select a wine for him and he had picked a sweet and strong red Mari wine that seemed close to what he'd grown up with the Mystics. He wanted to keep a clear head, but the wine helped him calm down and make it through the tedious small talk.

They talked of small court matters until she dismissed her wooden faced servants after they had finished the first course. Then Zeal steepled her hands and watched him intently.

“So tell me more about yourself Prophet. You've served me faithfully this past month and I hardly know anything about you.” Magus had concocted an elaborate backstory, not the greatest or most believable but infinitely preferable to the proof.

“Well, I'm an orphan who never knew my parents. I was raised at the base of Mount Woe by a holy man, an outcast from Zeal who trained me in the ways of magic and divination. As I said when we met when I became skilled enough to see the future that awaited our fair kingdom I knew I had to do everything I could to bring it about.” Her brow registered disapproval.

“I hope you don't harbor any heretical ideas from your teacher..” She was as infuriating as he remembered, but he found it was easier tolerating her as a servant rather than a son.

“Believe me when I say I only want to bring about the future you seek, a world shining with your glory and the power of Lavos.”

“Good answer.”

Gradually he was able to turn her attention from him by asking her impersonal questions about herself that he already knew the answers to. She was quite vain and had no modesty whatsoever as she talked endlessly about Schala. Not about her as a person, he noted, but only about how popular she was, how talented she was at magic, and how wonderful it was that she was able to draw out Lavo's power with such skill. Queen Zeal attributed all this to herself and her quality as a devoted, sacrificing mother.

“How about Prince Janus, how is he doing?”

“Another glass of wine?” She asked. She never did mention Janus, even once, and Magus didn't bother to ask again. Instead Zeal talked about the Ocean Palace, about her insipid plans for Lavos and immortality. By the time she had moved on from that tediousness the sea of clouds had turned silver with the rising of the moon. As the wine did it's work she finally began to loosen up and talked of court gossip and the stress of ruling.

“I haven't had dinner like this in a long time. There's no time to relax between projects, if I don't personally over see them Dalton or some other mental defective will just screw things up. It's nothing but endless demands from my subjects, from my children. I haven't had a dinner date in years.”

“I'm surprised,” he said, and meant it. “I would expect you would get a lot of gentleman callers.” Aside from slightly tight skin on her neck and hands she was still in her prime and attractive still. He immediately regretted saying it after it had slipped out, regretted even thinking it. He had had too much wine to get through the rougher patches, and the starlit sky and candle light made him forget himself.

“You're sweet, but not for years I'm afraid. There's just too much to be done, no time for rest, no time for fun and games. No time for sex.”

It got really quiet and the moment drew out and became heavy and awkward. Magus felt hot blood rush to his cheeks and became extremely interested in his napkin. Zeal for her part gave him a shrewd look.

“Oh...oh. Excuse me. More wine?”

The conversation was stilted after that, and he wound up drinking more wine than he had planned to cover for his distracted responses to her conversation. She was putting away a lot as well but didn't seem to be flagging as he fervently wished for the dinner to be over. It seemed he would get through it without further incident when he felt a soft pressure against his groin. He started for a moment and then realized Zeal was pressing against him there with her foot. She sat, nibbling a small biscuit with overly dainty bites as if nothing was happening, He foolishly allowed himself to think for a moment it had been an accident, but the pressure came again, retreated, and then began to rub down his thigh. The toes wiggled, and he smiled the smile of a bad card player at her.

“Dessert?” She asked, her voice a little too chipper.

“No thank you.”

“Well how about coffee? Tea? Or...me?” She smiled sensuously.

“Actually I'm a little full. Kind of sleepy actually, that food is really working on me.”

“Ha. Such lame excuses You know a little bird told me an interesting thing today. About you.” Zeal was slightly flushed, and sipped her wine absently, but he could feel her eyes on him. Magus swallowed his food deliberately.

“Oh?

“Yes. I've heard you are quite...unique looking. I would be interested to see for myself what a young man who hides his face all the time looks like.”

“I have nothing to hide.” He lifted his hood just slightly and thrust out his chin so she could see him better. She fed herself a small dainty, followed by another sip of wine. She seemed very unimpressed.

“I've tried being gentle but you've been quite dense the whole evening. Take your hood off you clod or you'll never be entrusted with any important affairs. You know exactly what I'm asking for.” Magus bristled. Damn her head games, and damn that maid he thought.

“Why so hesitant? Are you ugly?”

“Yes, that's it.” Her smile was thin, like a razor.

“Let me be the judge of that. Now remove it.”

He hesitated only for a moment before doing so. She continued to nibble on her food silently, eying him critically: The blue hair with white streaks, the pale skin, the pointed ears, the blood red eyes. He sipped his wine to cover his nervouness and returned her gaze with what he hoped looked like confidence. He wasn't worried about being recognized; living amongst the Mystics had saw to that. Still he must have looked completely foreign to her. After long moments of she spoke.

“It seems I've heard correctly. Do you know what else I've heard?”

“No your majesty.”

“I've heard you have a strong body...and a nice cock.” He stiffened at her words, alarmed. What the hell had she just said? She was smiling lazily and twirling a finger around the edge of her wine glass. He had no idea what to say.

“Really.”

“Yes, really. So have you ever been with an older woman before?” Her finger continued to make its slow circuit around the glass edge and her eyes held his.

“Yes, your majesty. Though it's been some years.” Though not nearly as old as you, you hateful hag he added mentally. Only she wasn't the hag he remembered as a child. She couldn't have been more than fifteen years older than he was now and she really didn't look it. He had been with women younger than she was who weren't nearly as fit.

“Well then...would you like to fuck your Queen?” Her voice was casual, and she shifted per head against her hand in a laid back posture, amused. Magus felt paralyzed, the blood in his veins turning to ice. He had no idea how she wanted him to answer or what game she was playing.

“Your majesty...”, he hesitated, hedging. “I've given up the pleasures of the flesh as part of my calling. Wordly distractions cloud my visions of the future. You're a...very attractive woman, but you understand I only want to serve you and the kingdom as best I can.”

“So you can't have sex, is that what I'm hearing?” She favored him with a hard and flat look.

“No your Majesty...unfortunately. Of course if I wasn't a prophet I wouldn't hesitate, I would be a very lucky man.” Her dreadful stare melted into sardonic amusement and she laughed softly to herself before standing up and walking over to him. He tensed up, ready for an attack, but she merely laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Don't be nervous,” she cooed “Go ahead and eat.”

Still wary, he slowly brought a forkful of food to his mouth and chewed while looking at her the whole time. He forced himself to go through the movements without tasting as she simply stood with her hand on his shoulder looking...almost motherly.

“Yes, go ahead. You'll need your strength if you're going to serve me.” She breathed in a husky voice like dripping honey and he swallowed with difficulty. She traced a ruby red fingernail across the length of his pointed ears playfully and he felt himself shudder involuntarily. She wore a slightly smug expression on her face now, but there was no warmth in her eyes.

“You must think I'm testing you. Well nothing could be further from the truth. Don't read into what I say, just follow my instructions. Stand up.” He did, Magus was almost a head taller than her. Her eyes slid up to meet his, her expression was unreadable. Zeal stood there, hands on her hips expectantly regarding him.

“Take off this cloak. It's rude to wear such a thing when you're dining with your Queen.”

He unfastened the clasp and let it drop to the floor. He was dressed in a sleeveless tunic and leather breeches, standing at his full height as she continued eying him. Her lips quirked as she slid closer now and ran her hand appreciably up his muscular arms to his shoulders. It's just a game to her, he told himself. She won't, she can't take it further. He concentrated on the far wall, not daring to stay locked in her gaze as she slipped behind him and began to use her other hand to caress his arm. He felt a nibble on his ear and then almost shuddered and pulled away as he felt her tongue go inside his ear. One of her hands now slipped into his tunic and he felt two of her fingers slide down his chest, exploring, one of them found a nipple and she traced a circle. This seemed to go on forever until finally she pulled away to face him again.

“Why don't you move Prophet? Don't tell me you don't want this.” Her dress was very tight against her heaving bust and the seductive curves of her hips. He wanted to scream no right in her ear, but restrained himself. He had to play it smart.

“I'm truly sorry, but-”

“Yes, your vows. Let's test them shall we?” The sneer was apparent in her voice as her hand reached out and caressed his stomach before moving down and stopping at his waistband. Her eyes flicked down briefly to his breeches before meeting his again. He stood stiffly, not daring to meet her smoking gaze and stuck out his chin keeping his eyes forward and saying nothing.

“You should take the rest off now, I think. Or do I have to do it?” Her voice was artic, but there was an undertone of anticipation, of surety in his surrender. Inwardly, he was panicking. She clearly didn't recognize him and he wasn't about to tell her who he really was. He had to walk a delicate tightrope, somehow staying in her good graces so he would have access to Lavos when the time was right. Refusing her would anger her for sure but Magus wasn't about to lay his own mother.

“Your majesty...” he began, summoning all the charm he ever would have, “I wouldn't presume to sully your glory with my base touch.”

“Silence!” She commanded, her voice cracking a register, and he remembered for a moment just how cold and terrible she'd been in his childhood. “You will obey my crown you clod. If you can't follow my orders, perhaps you should skulk back to the Earthbound and see if they want their palms read.” Her eyes were fiery, and warned him any wrong answer wouldn't be met with kindly. It couldn't be helped. Silently he stripped, until his clothing lay in a heap beside him. His toned body was exposed before her as her eyes greedily roved over every inch of him, from his strong shoulders to his chiseled abs, down to the pale scape of his manhood. He felt humiliated as she moved closer and with one delicate hand she cupped his balls, with another she started stroking his cock softly. Her cool hand shocked him as much as the act itself as it slid slowly down the base of his shaft to the tip, measuring, before letting it rest in her palm.

“Your body is everything I'd hoped, and your cock is not bad at all.” Said Zeal. “The length is impressive and it's certainly thick enough.” She might have been critiquing a steak. She squeezed him tslightly and her smile widened at his discomfort as she resumed stroking.

Just under the ticking of the clock he could hear her breath, she was very close to him. The full lips parted slightly, begging for a kiss, and her eyes were hungry. Against his will he was hardening within her experienced hands despite his fear and revulsion. Inside he was terrified at how effortlessly she had maneuvered him. He had expected to grovel at her feet till the time was right, but he had never expected he would have to go this far. I thought you were willing to do whatever it took to get your revenge he reproached himself. She's a tool, nothing but a tool to be used...too bad she felt the same about him.

His tool had now hardened to it's full length, Zeal was having to make longer and longer strokes, and they were both breathing hard. It was incredibly awkward so he kissed her hurriedly, before he could break the kiss she had slipped her tongue in and flicked his briefly. He felt the phantom after-sensation of the pressure of her lips on his. Her mouth tasted of mint and wine.

“Young man, despite your protests you're quite hard. Your shyness is adorable, but this big fellow isn't shy at all is he? I think he's ready for the heights of pleasure.” Her voice practically purred, self-assured, her green eyes like a cat ready to pounce. Stepping back, she undid her clasp, and her dress slid softly to the floor.

Although Queen Zeal was in her early forties she had always passed for mid thirties easily, and her body did not disappoint. She had reaped all the benefits of motherhood with no signs of stretching or sag, her voluptuous body was ripe and mature. A lacy lavender bra hugged her magnificent breasts tightly, her golden necklace lay between them accenting their swell. Her body curved like an hourglass down to a trim waist and shapely hips. A lavender garter belt circled her smooth stomach, with stockings of the same color. The skimpy panties lying between two silky thighs had a floral design, and showed more than they covered. He didn't want to think of her like that, not with that body. It wasn't like him to be timid but it seemed like all he could do.

“Now sit.” Zeal commanded, pointing at his chair, and he realized he had been gaping. She sounded exactly like she was ordering a dog. He sat back down in the chair and forced himself to meet her look calmly. His cock stood like an absurd exclamation mark as she sidled over to him giving him a closer look at her ample tits and then circled around the chair, tracing her fingertips along his shoulders and neck as she did so. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders and squeezed. He could just barely feel the swell of her breasts against his back and then she leaned even closer. They felt like two firm pillows. Her hand snaked down ever so gently, a light phantom's touch and caressed his chest and then his stomach. She bent down and touched him ever so slightly underneath the shaft again and he felt it twitch in response involuntarily. He had to put a stop to this.

“Your Majesty, again I'm honored to serve you but I think-” Her other hand moved to cover his mouth, but softly, as she continued the caress .

“Poor Prophet...such self control. So proud, so, mmm, stiff.” Her tone was mocking and sultry at the same time and something about it made him want to throw her down and tear off her panties before he remembered himself.

“You should learn what it means to serve the Queen. Being a good servant can be it's own reward.”

She came around the chair and bent over him and began tickling his sack now and tracing lines on his thighs and cock. Her expression was quite serious and her lips were so close to it, he was sure she was going to start sucking him at any moment, and he was alternately repulsed and aroused. He wasn't sure if he could hold out much longer. She simply went on teasing his poor cock as he gripped the armrests hard. She then sat on his knees facing him and gazed into his eyes with that superior half smirk on her face as she leaned closer and laced her arms around his head. His cock lay between their stomachs, burning hot and frustrated and her breasts were just below his face.   She was incredibly well endowed. He caught himself wanting to know what her nipples looked like and resisted an urge to bury his face in between them. She shook her chest deliberately and they jiggled slightly. He stared despite himself and then suddenly she slapped him across the face. It was a light slap and really didn't hurt but it surprised him and he stared at her for a moment in open shock, which seemed to really please her.

“Eyes up here Propet, I thought you were so righteous?” She closed her eyes and leaned in. She was almost an inch away from him and he closed his eyes anticipating another kiss. It never came and he opened them again to see she was still grinning. Her emerald eyes held his red ones and she began to grind against him. It seemed like she would upend the chair and he began to move his hands to her hips to steady them when she slapped him again.

“No touching either, I don't recall giving you permission.” Oh you twisted bitch he thought. She positioned herself now over one of his knees and dragged herself across it, gradually rubbing harder and quickening her pace. He could feel her becoming hotter and wetter there against his knee until she raised her ass and moaned in satisfaction. Magus' pale skin was flushed, and his erection was throbbing.

“So can you finally be as honest as your body now? Do you want more?”

“Yes.” He was lying at some level, but his member told a different tale..

“Then I'll do more...” With that she turned and sat against him. Her panties covered very little of her ass and he could see almost everything. Her cheeks were heavy porcelain ovals and he felt his rod slip between them as she bounced against him. Only that thin cover of fabric seperated him from his mother. She quickened her pace, and the urge to simply grab those creamy cheeks and stab into her was maddening. Only who she was stopped him. He would have fucked anyone else silly in such a situation.

“Do you like it? Do you want to fuck me?”

“Yes...” No, he didn't, he didn't know.

“What's that? I thought I heard a mouse squeak.”

“Yes!”

Abruptly, the pleasurable pressure left him and Zeal stood before him again with her arms folded.

“That,” she said “Was for making me wait.” She examined his indignant red cock with a look of smug satisfaction and Magus felt both profound frustration and an awesome flood of relief. She had just been playing games with him after all and now she would send him away, content to have humiliated him. That was her style as he remembered it. He took a long breath before arranging his face in what he hoped was a look of disappointment.

“My apologies my Queen for putting you in this situation. I can't read women the way I read the future and I thought perhaps you wanted more from me.”

“You talk way too much when there are other things for your mouth to be doing. Would you really still refuse these?”

Zeal abrupty undid her bra and her globes popped out, they were quite simply the biggest tits he had ever seen. Round and full, was all he could think, almost unreally so.   Like ripe melons, they curved out well past her chest before curving up ever so slightly, the pink nipples perking up into the air in the middle of all that flesh. Next she stepped out of the panties, and he found himself looking at her slit.   There was a small strip of dark blue pubic hair above it, looking infinitely edible above her delta. He wasn't at all pleased to see all this; he was terrified and disgusted, but nobody had told his cock, which stayed stubbornly at attention pointing at Zeal.   When he didn't move she grasped him by it and led him to a wall sized mirror. Facing the mirror she put one foot on a small stool and stood waiting, her gorgeous bust, her curvaceous body before him in the mirror, her back arched against him. He knew what she wanted, but he didn't dare move. Silently he prayed for a way out, some interruption, but it was going to happen, it was fate.

Her hips widened before him, tapering down deliciously into large apple shaped buns, her blue hair cascading down the length of her taut back almost reached her ass before terminating in a small ponytail at the end. With a sigh she moved one of his hands to her breast, and the other down to her vulva, and began to kneed herself with his hands. It couldn't be helped.   Sucking in his inner courage he began to squeeze her tits and explore her steadily wettening cherry. They really were as big as melons, he had large hands but they still spilled out between his fingers. He bounced one in his hand, feeling the weight, then bit her neck and softly tweaked her nipple with his thumb and finger. She squealed approvingly and put more pressure on the hand exploring between her legs. Taking her other hand she took his cock and pressed it against her pussy, rubbing herself over along the length as she watched him fondle her body in the mirror.

Magus tried to think of Zeal as just another woman, a stranger who didn't even know who he really was. He hadn't had sex for almost two years and her body was a living wet dream. He didn't know how he would face himself after this, but all he could do was play for time. Still she was brazen and it was taking all his self control. The mirror gave him a full view of what was doing to her and it was unbearably erotic. He moved his long fingers across her labia before slipping in, and exploring her inner walls. The warm and wet sensation was familiar to him but the fact that he had never expected to be pleasuring Zeal of all people made the act taboo and mysterious. She moaned as he used his finger to thrust inside her while occasionally slipping out to rub her clit in soft circles. She was very wet now.   He could smell her dew mixing with with her jasmine perfume, and feel her heat against his cock, one thrust was all it would take and he would be inside her. As she pushed her ass against him, her cheeks rubbing against every inch of his thighs, he quickened his pace, caressing her moist insides in a way he knew women loved.

Just maybe she'd be satisfied with this if he could manage to bring her to climax and then come up with some kind of plausible excuse and duck out. Maybe if he could go flacid somehow, give a terrible performance, he'd never find himself in this situation again.   It would be incredibly embarrassing but he was already embarrassed. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine Ozzie naked, the foul creatures that had served him in his castle rutting with eachother, Lavos, anything and everything he hated. Naturally Magus imagined his mother. Berating and terrorizing he and sister as children. He held onto this, and let his contempt for her and his revenge fantasies flow through him. He thought of all her infuriating ways, all her arrogance and the depreciating things she had said to him when he was younger. All the crimes she had committed and had yet to commit. He had dreamed of making her pay.

He imagined Zeal on her knees, her edicts and insults forgotten, begging to be fucked. Gods, that wasn't what he had wanted. It was maddening, he could easily imagine what it would feel like ramming against her. A very real part of him wanted to and his fingers moved instinctually.   He poked inside her with two fingers and flicked her folds at the same time, caressing up and down. Zeal seemed to shudder and her legs tightened around his hand as he quickened his pace. Suddenly he felt her gush inside in a way that he'd never managed with another woman. Slowly he removed his soaked fingers and breathed out slowly and prepared to make his escape. It had been too close.

In one motion Zeal turned and pushed him hard onto the canopied bed; he almost lost his balance and fell over the side and then she was on him. Magus felt a moment of terror as she opened her mouth, and before he could react she had engulfed his staff to the hilt Her head bobbed up and down, her tongue running up and down the shaft and twirling expertly along the head. She flicked a long strand of her blue hair out of her eye and her green eyes smoldered. She removed him from her mouth with a light pop and licked all the way from the base to the tip making sure that Magus saw. The gold crown on her brow glittered slightly in the candle light, a contrast to the lewdity of the act and heightening the amazing sensation. His cock was being sucked by the Queen of Zeal, his own mother who he had despised for years. There was nothing he could do about it, and it felt so good he wasn't sure he really wanted to.

IHe thought briefly of casting a spell and incinerating her, it seemed the only way to keep it from going further and it was no less than she deserved, but he needed her resources to locate and raise Lavos. He had already done so much and killed so many to get to this point; it was just one more thing to be disgusted at himself with. It was difficult to think all of this as he felt any self control being washed away by the pleasure from the warmth of Zeal's throat and her smooth, skilled tongue.

With a slurp she finished, and with that lightning quickness she straddled him. Her expression was triumphant, gloating really. Grasping his shaft to guide it she sat down on him, pushing his cock into herself as deep as she could. Magus closed his eyes and grunted, overcome with the hot and wet sensation of her, like a pink haze, as she grasped his rod and squeezed with her vaginal muscles and then began to impale herself again and again on her son's cock.

It was done, and what happened now didn't matter he told himself. He may as well do his duty. Zeal's ass smacked against his lap heavily, the curves pressing down on his thighs, driving him crazy as they quickened. Magus felt his cock getting slicker and finally he grabbed both her buns and began to move his own hips, pumping upward as hard as he could. Her big twins heaved above him as she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Her hair hung like a curtain around them as she drove down against him like a jackhammer. Pushing himself up, he managed to move into a sitting position and first licked and then bit one luscious nipple, and then the other. She began to moan now and with each hard thrust she moaned louder. He lifted and pushed her back against the silken bedspread, her eyes opening wide before her long legs intertwined around him as he channeled all his hatred and pain into each thrust.

“Harder,” she demanded “Give it to me harder!”. Something in her tone brought back memories and Magus thrust into her even faster and deeper, hitting her cervix while he teased her clit. He found a rhythm and pounded her until she couldn't even speak except to moan. Her fingernails dug into his back and then his buttocks as he banged her. He fit one of her nipples into his mouth, and then most of her tit, and sucked, leaving marks in her flesh. They went like that for awhile, neither of them backing down until he grew steadily worried that he wouldn't be able to cum and he would be fucking his mother all night. Finally, after what must have been an hour he felt himself on the verge of erupting and began to pull out.

Her eyes flashed at him and with a malicious kind of grin she tightened her arms and her pussy coiled around him as she bucked her hips. Helpless, his dick pulsed and they both cried out in unison as he released hot cum inside her and she squeezed tighter still, urging every last drop, until a minute later he knew he was done and could feel it pooling inside her. With a deeper self loathing than he'd ever known he pulled out of her and rolled onto his side.   He wasn't sure if it was the most deplorable thing he'd ever done, but it felt that way. Still worse, it had been the best most intense sex of Magus' life. He turned his head expecting her to be falling asleep, but instead Zeal lay on one arm, that smirk on her face again.

“Besta belto” she murmured, touching the tip of his penis before he could even register what was happening. There was a brief orange flicker and suddenly he was erect again, stone hard and tingling like he wanted to burst. She examined her handiwork approvingly and then turned over while lifting one leg high into the air and thrusting her round ass at him.

“Start right here Prophet, we have a long night and I'm not finished with you yet.” Her curves beckoned to Magus. The spell worked on him and he felt himself losing control as his vision went hazy. Questions went out of his mind, he felt only the need to ravish her.   It was far more potent than any wine or drug. He grasped her thigh with one hand and a large breast with another and pushed the head of his cock into her wet spot and began to give it to her in earnest.

“Oh yes, fuck me just like that!” she crooned as he quickened his pace. It felt good beyond all belief and the wickedness of the act and the guilt only heightened the intensity and pleasure. Giving himself over to her spell, Magus began sliding his cock out to the tip and then giving her his full length as he played with her soft mounds and tweaked her clitoris. He pushed in still deeper, his mind blank except for the lust and the desire to hear her exhortations turn to animal moans. Her voice taking on a higher pitch, her bottom ramming against his thighs again and again. He pulled her mouth to his and kissed his mother forcefully. Without hesitation he let his tongue explore Zeal's mouth and she responded in kind, thrusting and intertwining with his. He drove into her deeply until his balls touched her vulva, her gold earrings rocking back and forth with the rhythm. She grew wetter still and he filled her as deeply as he could, the friction drowning out all reason. His last coherent thought that night was that he would pay her back for this.

Authors notes: That 250 character limit kills me. So, planning on 4-6 chapters, may write more if I get feedback. Please feel free to chime in with any story ideas and I'll work them in if I can. If this first chapter didn't scare you off, it doesn't get much worse from here on out. All characters will be 18 to conform with Hentaifoundry's standards, it's only a year or two difference from the real age anyway and it's not worth the extra work so we'll all just have to live with that. I have a cover pic for the story over there too if you want to pop over.

Next chapter: Magus remembers his first experience with Flea and a few maidens in 600 AD. He begins to get closer to Schala, and Zeal isn't satisfied with just one night.
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