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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 3- Confrontation
Mr. Brown: Lemme tell you what 'Like a Virgin' is about. It's all about this cooze who's a regular fuck machine, I'm talking morning, day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.

Mr. Blue: How many dicks is that?

Mr. White: A lot.

Magus awoke to a loud rapping on the door and was getting ready to respond with a few of his more colorful threats when he remembered where he was. He quickly threw on his cloak and hood and opened the door to one of Dalton's cronies.
“Aren't you dressed yet? The Queen wanted everyone at Vitreus for the thermal survey this morning.” The Lasher's silver mask was expressionless but his voice was anxious as he leaned in. “Everyone.”
“What time is it? I didn't hear-”
“Have you got a death wish or what? It'll be both our heads if you don't get moving. You've got two minutes to slap something on, so move, move!”
Magus closed the door and had enough time to splash some water on his face and hair. He couldn't recall anything in the weeks prior about a thermal survey. Vitreus was a large manmade basin on the top of the mountain that Zeal Palace was founded on. It's waters flowed through a series of canals, feeding out to a large waterfall and a still larger lake at the base of the mountain that supplied the water to most of the kingdom. He opened the door again, now properly dressed as the crony looked this way and that.
“Took you long enough. Let's go.”
“I can find my own way thank you.”
“I must insist, I was given my orders. If I don't show up with you it'll end very badly for me.” Magus arched an eyebrow, but the hood hid the better part of his face.
“As you wish, lead on then.”
The crony set a fast pace and soon the halls of the palace gave way to the clean open air outside. The palace sat at the top of a mountain on the main isle of the nation of Zeal, floating high above the clouds and blustering snow and wind below. It gave one the feeling of living on the very top of the world, and it was easy to see how the Enlightened ones had come to look down on Earthbound, such as it were. The blue sky and sunlight helped wake Magus from his malaise and his mind began to turn the situation over.
“About this survey...”
“What about it?” The crony never slowed, but every few moments he would look over his shoulder to make sure Magus was still behind him. He could have flown to Vitreus in half the time but the crony was insistent.
“I've been attentive of court matters for weeks now and I've heard nothing about it. It seems odd that we need such a thing when we're focusing so on the Ocean Palace.”
“Well if you think it's odd, you tell the Queen that yourself Prophet. I don't know the details.”
They reached Vitreus in another half hour, the late morning sun sparkling off it's blue waters. Wind rustled through the trees, but there was no one in sight.
“I don't get it. They told me they'd be here.” Magus couldn't see the man's eyes but the voice didn't sound surprised. “There's someone!” Magus looked to see three Thrashers down the way. His companion ran up to them and began talking and gesturing back. They walked up to him as a group, he could see they all had the silver masks and yellow uniforms marking them as Dalton's elite.
“As I was telling my friend here Prophet, I'm afraid there was a bit of an accident. Luckily the Queen and Princess are fine.” The voice under the mask was friendly, chipper almost.
“What sort of an accident?”
“I really think it's best you come with me and see for yourself. Up that way.” He gestured towards the trees and Magus grew more suspicious. Still, he was here so he'd play their little game, whatever it was. As the leader walked ahead of Magus two of the Thrashers fell in on either side of him and his crony, as he now thought of him, kept pace directly behind. They drew closer to the grove and Magus stopped dead so suddenly the crony bumped into him.
“Don't you think this is far enough?” He asked. The two Thrashers at his sides glanced at each other and one shook his head. The leader spread his hands apologetically.
“If you'll just follow us everything will be made clear.” The voice was insincere and impatient and Magus smiled thinly.
“I don't mind if you think I'm stupid, just don't talk to me like I am. We've wasted enough of my time with this sad farce. What's behind those trees? An exploding glyph? A golem? Something really unoriginal like more of you fools waiting to beat me with those silly sticks of yours?
“I really don't know what you're on about Prophet. The Queen awaits and-”
“Yes, in the palace no doubt. You're not going to get me over to those trees, so why don't you just make your play?” The Thrasher leader sighed and the rest of them spread around Magus in a loose circle. The leader drew his cane from his hip and tapped it into his palm almost thoughtfully. The canes were quite sturdy and magically reinforced by several etched runes. Magus knew despite their looks they were fully capable of crushing a skull.
“You're being very difficult Prophet. It would be much quicker and easier for all if you just came with us.”
“This really is pathetic, even for Dalton. That he thinks so little of me to send you four.”
“Smart one aren't you? So smart and so clairvoyant that you couldn't see an ambush like this. Dalton was right, you are all mouth.” The mask chuckled and as one the four of them began to raise their canes.
“Wait,” Magus blurted nervously and they paused. “There's something I need to tell you.” With that Magus held out his arms, palms out in a supplicating gesture and chanted under his breath. He knew they wouldn't recognize his custom spell, as it had no known counterpart. After a second a strong wind began to blow, causing Magus' cloak to billow and the Thrashers looked in every direction, unsure of what was happening. The leader had the initiative to try and strike Magus but abruptly the wind shifted and became a great sucking vacuum as a black hole appeared and expanded beneath their feet. Some of them tried to scramble over the rim of the gaping abyss but there was no footing. The pull increased and with screams of despair they were all sucked into the void. Magus watched them plummet into the empty darkness for a moment before the hole closed in on itself, leaving nothing but green grass.
“I hope that clears things up.” Magus said to the undisturbed ground. “Would you care to try your luck over there?” He called jovially to the trees. “No? Perhaps I'll see you back at the palace then. Tonight.” There was a rustle from the trees but no movement.
“Damn him.” Magus muttered under his breath as he looked up at the sun. It would be close to noon now, he would be hopelessly late for the daily court. Cursing Dalton all the way, he flew back to the palace as fast as his magic would carry him.
The guards exchanged a cautious look at Magus' hooded figure. This wouldn't end well, but to not show up at all would be far worse he thought as he strode in. The throne room was scarlet and gold, the walls pulsing with magical energy and enough defensive wards to give even someone like him trouble. His sister Schala, that cretin Dalton, and several advisers were conversing as the Queen lounged on her throne, a solid gold monstrosity which expanded outward like a great glittering spiderweb, flanked on both sides by sculpted angels with jeweled eyes. All talk ceased and they turned to look at him, the silence was unnerving. Schala looked apprehensive and Dalton wore a half smirk on his face, giving Magus the overwhelming urge to drive his fist through it. Queen Zeal looked down at him with her chin in her hand for a moment, eyes narrowing.
“How kind of you to finally join us Prophet, we were just getting ready to adjourn.” It was quiet in the throne room, but the tension in the air was like the moments before an earthquake. He had no good lies to tell and the truth was just as bad. Zeal was infamous for her intolerance for excuses, even when they were justified. He went to one knee and bowed low, making his voice as humble as he could.
“My apologies your Majesty. I have no excuse.” Magus heard a muffled snicker from Dalton but didn't raise his eyes.
“I very graciously excused you yesterday for your...illness, but you mustn't mistake my kindness for softness. You are nobody special here Prophet and you are expected to adhere to my time table like everyone else. If my own daughter can be on time every day, why can't you?” Magus grit his teeth and continued to look at the floor. He couldn't afford any mistakes at this juncture.
“It is my fault and I apologize for having caused so much delay and difficulty for your Majesty. I promise that this will never happen again.”
“See that it doesn't Prophet, or there won't be a next time. Stand up.” He did and wasn't encouraged. Zeal's expression was implacable and it wasn't mercy he saw in her eyes. “The rest of you make way.” Dutifully the court cleared to either side and now only he stood before the Queen. She extended her right hand towards him in a grandiose gesture, he could see the large emerald on her ring clearly. He had a strong feeling what was coming and braced himself.
The spell was low charge but very painful and hit Magus with the force of an electric prod. The voltage crawled over every inch of his muscles like biting, angry ants, digging through him until he felt it squirming in his guts. His knees wanted to buckle but he managed to remain standing. There was an overpowering smell of ozone in the air and Zeal's eyes widened as she bared her teeth in a demented grin.
“You mewling wretch. You dare continue to stand before me?” The spell hit him again, stronger this time, and Magus stifled a scream. He could have blocked both spells, easily, and a little Dark Matter would have gone far in ending Zeal's reign, but things had to play out.
“Mother, please stop!” Schala shouted and he heard several of the court murmur amongst themselves. It could well be them next time. Magus allowed himself to go to one knee for the sake of Zeal's ego, and with the overwhelming pain it really wasn't so difficult. Finally the pain stopped and he was left panting while Zeal's outstretched hand smoked slightly.
“My daughter has much to learn in the way of speaking when she should listen, and disciplining rascals like you for the good of all.” Zeal said, her voice returning to it's normal imperious tone. “Still, I will say this for you Prophet, you know how to take your punishment like a man.” She tittered slightly but nobody else joined.
“Thank you your Majesty.” Magus bowed as well as he could manage as he was still sore and burning from the magic.
“Now take your place and shut up. Dalton, you were saying?”

Court ended ten minutes later and Magus stumbled out and found a bench. He leaned back heavily and groaned. The red haired boy, the Frog, the girl with the thick glasses, they had done much worse to him in his last battle only months ago. He had hated them passionately when he first arrived but as he came to understand his situation he realized he owed them more than he could ever repay for interrupting him before. Even that foolish amphibian he marveled. Destroying Lavos now would give him another chance at revenge, but more importantly, it was an opportunity to save his sister and the kingdom. He thought again of just destroying his mother, and Dalton, and anyone who might follow in their foot steps. It would be so much simpler, but it was he knew only a temporary solution. Someone else would misuse Lavos' power, and the cycle would begin all over again. Things had to be this way.
“I'm sorry for that Prophet, she seems to get worse every day now.” Magus twitched in surprise and opened an eye to the melodious voice. It was his sister Schala, looking at him with concern. It was the first time she had talked to him in days. Her blue hair spilled across purples robes, her kind face floated, ethereal like in the torrent of her hair. Her eyes were like...he shook his head. It just didn't do to think on it. Green pools reflecting star light. Simpering fool he cursed at himself as he propped himself up.
“There's no need to apologize Princess. I should thank you, without your assistance it might have been worse.”
“You have no idea how right you are.” Schala said softly, and then gave him a quizzical look. “Why didn't you tell my mother why you were late?”
“There was no excuse.”
“What about Dalton?” Magus jerked and stared at Schala's serious face.
“You knew?”
“I saw the two of you this morning, you were following one of Dalton's men. If you don't want to I could be the one to tell my mother.”
“No, just please let it pass for both our sakes. The Queen would think I put you up to it and Dalton might make trouble for you.” Schala laughed contemptuously.
“Dalton is just an idiot, I can handle him” Magus chuckled despite himself, she usually wasn't so confident but she sounded totally sure. She was an optimist who always had a way of making any situation sound better than it was.
“It's because he's an idiot that he's dangerous. He doesn't think of the consequences of his actions, but I do, and it's not worth it. I'll live, believe me.”
“Still, it wasn't right what they did to you. I know we've had our differences, but...” She trailed off and Magus fought an urge to put a hand on her shoulder.
“Princess, I respect you more than any person in the world.” Schala blinked twice.
“What do you mean by that Prophet?”
“I mean...” He struggled for the words and cursed himself again. He had deliberately kept his distance from Schala all this time but it was almost impossible not to let his feelings spill out. “What I mean to say is despite things I may say or do, I'm on your side, always.” Schala licked her lips, seemed about to say something, then change her mind.
“The Gurus are my teachers and my friends. Why did you turn on them like that? Why are you helping my mother?” Her eyes searched his for some scrap of sympathy, but luckily the hood hid all.
“Dalton knew about the Gurus and it was only a matter of time before the Queen knew too. Sometimes we have to do things we know are wrong, that hurt others, because there's no choice. I help your mother because I can do more from the inside. Do you understand?” Schala clutched her amulet tightly and nodded. Of course she understood. Magus wanted to comfort her but he had already said too much as it was. “At any rate, thank you for your concern, but please let me handle myself my lady.”
“You can call me Schala if you want. You don't have to be so formal around me either, that's my mother's fetish” There was the ghost of a smile at the corners of her lips and she looked almost shy. Magus stopped himself from making a fetish joke that would have been in poor taste considering his recent escapades with his mother.
“Schala it is then.” He gave her a natural smile which she returned, hers was a smile like the sun driving melting frost from Spring flowers. Bite your tongue you fool he thought to himself.
“What may I call you? I feel a little silly calling you 'Prophet'.” He was about to respond when he was cut off by a loud caterwauling.
“Schala! Schala, there you are! Come on, we're going to be late!” It was Janus, or rather, his younger self crashing his way down the hall. Janus stumbled slightly against a chair leg before swearing and grabbing the chair and throwing it as Magus watched bemused. It was difficult not to laugh at himself, could he really have ever been that brat?
“Schala, let's go, you promised we'd go to Enhasa!” He made it sound like a grave breach but to Magus as an adult he cringed at how whiny he had been. Janus gave Magus his dirtiest look. “What are you looking at peasant?”
“Janus!” Schala admonished and he rolled his shoulders bullishly and glowered at Magus.
“Come on, come on, you promised!” Schala ran a hand through her hair and offered Magus her open hand.
“Perhaps you'd like to...” Magus shook his head and waved them away dismissively.
“I'm sorry, I really am. Thank you for offering but I need to rest from this morning. You understand.” Schala nodded in disappointment and they went off together. Magus watched them go in the distance and when they were almost out of sight he saw Janus turn and stick out his tongue quickly. It tired him to think of them, so for a few minutes he rested his head against the wall before an oily voice disturbed him.
“Too bad about this morning Prophet. You should know the Queen doesn't trust loafers who can't even show up on time. Why I even heard you may be out as far as the Ocean Palace goes.” Magus sighed and opened his eyes. It was Dalton, sporting his brand new gold trimmed eye patch.
“Well I guess someone like you would be relying more on his hearing these days. Still, you are a sight for sore eyes.” Dalton scowled.
“Smart mouthed bastard. We'll just see how smart you talk before all is said and done. You shouldn't have ever made an enemy out of me.”
“Are you going to send more cannon fodder to teach me some manners, or are you going to do something yourself this time?” Dalton twitched visibly.
“What did you do to my men?”
“Sent them on a little extended vacation. You're welcome to join them, for someone who claims to want immortality you seem to like gambling with your life. I would hate to have to start being proactive about meddlers.” Dalton's fist clenched and unclenched twice and then he laughed.
“You'll screw up again sooner or later, and when you do...” He made a throat cutting motion and in response Magus put a hand over his eye.
“I guess I'll be seeing you later then.” Dalton went bright red and for a moment Magus thought he would actually try something right there in public but then a group of servants came talking and laughing down the hall. Dalton glanced at them and pointed a heavy finger at Magus before stomping away. Charming, he thought. One distraction down, now he would do what he could with the Queen.
After food and rest that evening, he felt ready to deal with Queen Zeal. He had already been zapped and literally fucked by her, what more could she do? He waited outside her room for almost half an hour before a servant finally let him, and then another ten minutes in a chair. Finally, she came out of her bathroom dressed in a white terrycloth bathrobe with a matching towel wrapped around her head. She raised an eyebrow at him and then turned her back and began to preen in front of the large mirror.
“You may speak. Take off that silly hood as well, you should know better by now.”

“I just wanted to thank you Majesty for your patience and leniency this morning. I was also hoping that maybe I could make up for my error.” Zeal checked her eyes and skin in the mirror with a patience that bordered on obsession, ignoring him.
“Is that all?”
“I was also wondering if you had taken precautions regarding our meeting the other night.”
“Oh, is that what's worrying you? Have no fear. I just wanted an heir and your seed has already taken root. Congratulations by the way.” Magus felt the world drop around him and felt punch drunk before finally shaking his head. She had said it like she was talking about the weather.
“Are you sure of that?” Zeal chuckled derisively and examined the tip of her nose in the mirror before wiggling it.
“No, I'm not. You think I want another terror like Janus at my age? You must be mad. No, I have a spell for that as well, you can fire inside me all you want my dear sweet Prophet.”
“Thank the Gods.” Magus breathed.
“So tell me the reason you were really late today, and don't tell me you were still tired. It's clear you manage your pain very well.”
“It was Dalton.”
“Ah.” Zeal said. “You weren't seeing someone else then?” Magus frowned. What did she mean?
“I was seeing a few of Dalton's flunkies, but they won't trouble me again.”
“Do you know why I tolerate you Prophet? Other than your powers of foresight?” He thought of several smart responses but quashed them, if there was anyone in the world who couldn't take a joke, it was his mother.
“No your Majesty.”
“Janus' father was a very attractive, very charming man. He was far more fun than my husband, not so needy, less strings. Unfortunately for him, I caught him with his dick in one of the whoring maids and that's why he isn't with us anymore, sad to say. You remind me so of him, do you know that? That haughty face and the way you carry yourself.” Zeal stood with her hands on the vanity, her back to Magus, but she looked him in the eyes from her reflection. “I would hate for you follow in his footsteps.” Magus wondered for a moment if she could possibly be serious before remembering just how unstable she was.
“Why would I want another when I have the favor of the Queen of the entire universe?” Magus asked, and Zeal nodded as if this should be self evident. Her robe dropped to the floor with a whisper and his eyes traced the lines of her arched back and the curves down to the round half moon of her ass cheeks. From the angle he could just barely make out the soft lips between them. Her face was clean of makeup from her bath and her skin glistened. He knew what she wanted and would just have to take the hit this time, appalling as it was. Steeling himself, he strode over and softly nibbled his mother's ear and then the nape of her neck. She didn't turn but accepted his kiss as he licked her neck softly down to the shoulders and let his fingers trace down her hardening nipples to the bottoms of her breasts. He began to kneed the large scoops of flesh around in his hands when she abruptly turned and slapped him across the face, hard. Magus held his face for a moment and made the mistake of beginning to smile and then she slapped him again across the other side.
“You presumptuous insect, how dare you think you can simply fuck me and all will be forgiven? I own you and you will do nothing unless I allow it. Get out of my sight and don't come back before I call for you, understand? Before I call you.” Magus slowly let his hand drop from his stinging cheek and lowered his eyes. The crazy tart! Still, she was dealt with for the moment, and he was relieved that she hadn't responded to his advances. He could have forced himself to make it with her again but if she was done with him, all the better. With any luck he'd be tossed aside for some new toy and he would only have that one night of shame to live with. Bowing as graciously as he could, Magus made his exit.
Night passed, and Magus slept fitfully for a few hours. The wards in his bedroom were already strong, but he had added a few of his own so if Dalton felt lucky he would be getting a painful surprise. The black oblivion of sleep turned silver and he began to dream. He dreamed that he had gone with Schala to Enhasa after all and they had spent the day by the edge of the island, kicking their feet over the stratosphere and laughing and talking, just like they had when he was a kid. As far away from the palace and their mother and Lavos as one could reasonably go. Schala leaned against his shoulder in a reversal of the way he had leaned against her when he was younger, and he had enjoyed the feeling of his sister's hair against him and the comforting weight of her head on his shoulder. She patted his hand and he squeezed hers in return and told her how much he had missed her all these years, of all the pain he had endured and she had just listened in her quiet, patient way.
“I'm tired Janus, I'd like to lay in your lap for awhile.” She said blinking owlishly at him and he smiled in return.
“Go ahead.” She lay her head in his lap and he stroked her hair, watching the clouds drift by. He hadn't realized it as a boy, but this truly was heaven. He felt a touch on his thigh and looked down. Schala was staring up at him but now she wore an expression of yearning.
“Something feels...hard down here. Whatever could it be?” She breathed and her hands slipped along his legs and began to undo his belt.
“Schala, what are you doing? Stop that!”
“What does it look like I'm doing? I want to taste you. I thought you liked me, you told me you're always thinking of me.” Her eyes were half lidded and her smile was sensuous as he felt the fingers touch his skin. He moaned in spite of himself and struggled to push her off him but he had no strength.
“Of course I always think of you, you're my sister!”
“Half sister, remember. Don't tell me you don't like this Janus...” Her fingers traced a soft line down to his cock and just the lightest touch was almost enough to send him over the edge.
“No, no, no...” Magus thrashed against his pillow and the dream became fuzzy and began to fade. He awoke gradually from the fog to feel the not unpleasant sensation of the brush of soft lips on his body and large breasts on his leg. A head moved under the covers; hot breath on his stomach, then a snaking series of kisses up to his chest. A moist tongue licked his nipple, and then a playful bite. Slender fingers wrapped around his cock and began to jerk gently, bringing him to full attention. As the covers parted his mother the Queen emerged like a succubus. Her hair was down, her face flushing prettily, and she wore a sheer nightgown that clung to her full figured body. She had a playful expression on her lips, and this combined with everything else made her look disturbingly younger, in the moonlight she could have been Schala's older sister. No, forget that, forget the dream. She straddled him, gripping his shaft tightly and grinned expectantly at him with hungry green eyes glittering at him in the semi-dark.

“Your Majesty, I-”

“You failed me before Prophet. What are you going to do to make it up to me?”

After the humiliation in the court he had been sure Zeal was done with him, but it seemed her love of games knew no bounds. He was too surprised and embarrassed to think of much.

“I...I'm going to lick you all over.” Her grip eased a little, the stroking became gentle again and quickened a little as her condescending little grin widened. She lifted her gown and her glorious breasts hung directly before his eyes like ripe fruit, the nipples pointed in the moonlight. They were like stiff pink pomegranates as he took one between his teeth and urged it with his tongue. She held his head tightly against her chest, enveloping his face between her tits as he suckled.

“Such a good boy. What else?” He wracked his brain, what else could he do?

“I'm going to fuck you all night long.” He said a little more confidently. Her mouth quirked, and she pushed him back down onto the pillow. Her voice was deep and self-assured.

“I guess it will have to do. First, show me your repentance and worship your Queen.” She turned around and began to suckle on his balls and run the tip of her warm tongue along his scrotum before taking Magus fully into her mouth. As she thrust her ample ass above his face he could smell her salty scent. He had never seen Zeals' slit so close previously, her peach quivered before him, rosy and begging to be eaten. He had already fucked his mother once, another time wouldn't make any difference to whatever powers may be. Closing his eyes he grasped her hips and pulled her pussy to his mouth. Her soft folds yielded to his tongue as he licked and stuck it as far as he could before fluttering it up and down. Her petals parted and he twirled his tongue within her finding her taste to be both sweet and tangy. He felt his cock go even deeper into Zeal's throat and felt himself sliding along her lips. She straddled his face and bore down on him then, urging his tongue deeper until he could hardly breathe. She had ceased her sucking and now spread her folds so his tongue could find easier access.
“That's right, lick my pussy. Lick it!”
He lapped at her, before gently sucking on the pearl of her clit. Her nectar flowed over his lips and she squealed approval as she ran a hand through his hair. Her hips shuddered hard against his face and then she grasped Magus' cock and mounted him.

“I am going to ride you till you pop.” Zeal said before her hips came down and Magus slid into her effortlessly. She sat on his full length and bit her lower lip, stifling a moan. She pressed one hand against his chest to stead herself and cupped a large breast with the other as she worked against him, bucking and twisting her hips mercilessly before torturing him with a rapid series of short pumps. If this was how it was to be he intended to give as good as he got, Magus resolved as he ran his hands down her sides to her waist before squeezing her ass in his hands. He felt her cheeks jiggle as she bounced up and down on his member, and then he slapped and pinched them hard.
“Oh yes...give it to me. Suck on my tits, bite them!” They were bouncing rhythmically and Magus did so, sucking and then biting softly into the soft flesh with his teeth. Her cry of pleasure urged him on and he bit harder on her nipples and felt her loins shiver in response. He drove his cock into Zeal, concentrating only on taking satisfaction from her and she increased her pace, bouncing up and down on his length. You heartless whore he thought, and slipping a hand down her round cheek, he found her anus and tentatively slipped a pinkie in. When she only continued to moan he began to insert it in time with his thrusts and her cries became even louder. He wondered just how far she would let him go.
Suddenly Zeal grabbed his hands and pressed them against the bed and grinned down at him. Holding his wrists down, she focused her movement on her hips, drawing him out slowly and then then driving down hard. The pressure was intense and then she pistoned rapidly, squeezing his cock inside herself.
“I'm going to cum, you've got to slow down.” He grunted, but her grip only tightened.
“Go ahead, fill me with your hot cum!” She cried, and then stopped moving and thrust down. He felt himself drilling deeply into her and managed to hold it briefly before finally exploding inside of her.
Zeal collapsed against him, still connected there and lay against his shoulder panting. She was making soft, satisfied little moans and he felt himself begin to drift off slightly. It had been better this time, knowing she wouldn't get pregnant, he had already been half ready after waking from the dream with Schala to this...he stopped himself, nauseated on multiple levels. None of it was right, he wasn't supposed to enjoy it. Zeal's lips brushed against him in a kiss that was almost affectionate and he returned it, slightly surprised and disturbed. For awhile they kissed like that, like he was a true lover instead of just trapped in this pyscho sexual power trip of hers, until he felt her hand caressing him beneath the sheets. He was exhausted, how could she go on? He felt the familiar tingling in his groin and there was a light glow beneath the sheets, she had cast that spell of hers on him again.
“Surely you didn't think that was enough penance to satisfy me did you?”
Magus let the lust spread and overtake him, like a drug. This time he was on top of her and eagerly sank himself into Zeal up to his balls, slipping into her like a hot silken pool of flesh that enfolded and squeezed tightly against his shaft. He invaded her again and again as she urged him on and the headboard banged against the wall. It was little wonder when there was finally a hesitant knock on the door. It was late, or early really, and Zeal was loud, practically screaming.
“Go away you fool, I'm busy.” She yelled hoarsely at the door, and Magus for his part didn't even slow down, but lifted Zeal's knees over his arms and screwed her hard.
“Yes, fuck me Prophet! You're so big for me! Oh yes, I can feel your cock deep inside me, right there!” Magus winced slightly thinking that the person at the door surely heard, but he was too hot to care as he was more focused on teasing Zeal's nipples.
They finished doggy style as her cheeks slapped against his thighs, he pulled her against him with each thrust until her lurid urgings became husky groans. This time she let him release outside and it was an awesome sensation to give her a string of pearls across her chest, almost to her lips. Going with the moment he pulled her crown of blue hair to his cock and after a moment she tentatively began to lick him. He knew he was losing his self control each time but only the pleasure seemed to matter.
Magus fell asleep afterwards, only to wake up in the early hours of morning with dawn beginning to creep in. Zeal was asleep next to him and the first thing he became aware of, even through his exhaustion was her smooth bare ass lying against his leg. It was the afterglow of her spell he told himself, that's all it was. He kissed and nibbled her ear and she grunted something unintelligible and swatted him away. Not to be deterred he began fondling the full breasts and running a finger along the cleft of her pussy. She complained wordlessly and tried to sleep but his insistent fingers began to become moist and the more she squirmed the more he molested her. Holding her close he kissed her deeply and she began to respond as the tongue intertwined delicately with his. He wouldn't be letting her get any sleep this night either.
All told he had her twice more that night, although that wasn't their last nocturnal visit. In the next few weeks they established something close to a routine. Zeal would berate and shame him in court and seemed to single him out in particular for the smallest things. She would call him an idiot, a dolt, a dullard, a charlatan almost as worthless as his prophecies. She would sometimes go for days at a time before calling on him again. Magus would pace and let the anger seeth and boil and would be sure that this time, this time she was really going to expel him and then he'd have to find some other way to get close to Lavos. After all the sacrifice and doubling down, even going so far as to be Zeal's personal toy, what did he have to show for it?

A night or two would pass, and Zeal would come to him in the same manner as that first night. Magus would wind up banging her in every position he knew, and even experimented with some more acrobatic maneuvers. He grew to know his mother's body intimately and far more about sex with her than he ever intended, including which angles and positions she preferred and which tender spots he could ravage to make her lose all control. Sex for Zeal was as much about dominance and ego as it was physical pleasure, she mostly enjoyed it fast and angry after thoroughly teasing and denying Magus until he was in a frenzy. She would try to dominate him and sometimes he allowed it but usually didn't, focusing all his energy and rage those times into putting it to her. Zeal seemed to love the fighting as much as she loved control, and ran hot and cold as the mood took her.
She often used the sex spell which would wear him out later while giving him the vitality and drive of a beast in heat. The subsequent spells still overcame his reason but they weren't nearly as tiring as the first casting and he would make it through the day, though as a zombie. It was difficult to tell if it was the magic or the endless fucking that tired him so, Zeal could be insatiable. They didn't have sex every day, but almost every other, and when they did they would go for hours. Zeal seemed to have the kind of sex drive only the insane possess, and her cravings seemed to increase the more time she spent around the Mammon Machine. Still other times he was able to exhaust her through sheer willpower until she would lay back, panting heavily with his white seed glistening across her heaving chest before falling asleep, but always she was gone before he woke up.

Another time, they had been consulting privately for an hour, Zeal was listening seriously as he weaved the truth and lies into a glittering tapestry of claptrap. Magus had told her something along the lines of seeing her reigning atop the clouds with the power of Lavos for countless millenia, when he heard the soft rustle of her clothes falling to the floor and looked up to see her naked body offered to him. He had lifted the Queen up by her legs as she cried in delight and then propelled himself upwards deep inside her. Magus hammered his mother as hard as he dared against her dresser, the vibrations shaking the mirror and causing several brushes and pieces of jewelry to clatter to the floor. Zeal bucked against him frenetically and he had pinned her wrists against the wall and driven into her ceaselessly until exploding inside of her. He had filled her up, enjoying the connection and the release of all the tension and lust inside of himself until it pooled out and began to run down their legs. They had stayed like that for awhile as she clenched him down there, kissing almost tenderly before she had excused herself to shower and Magus felt the strong urge to follow in for another round but had stopped himself...barely. He didn't initiate the sex, at least not before she used the spell. It had become an incredibly feeble lie as of late, but it felt necessary to keep telling it to himself. After the abuse and arrogance from her it was an incredible release and the endless sessions of fucking had worn down his resistance to the act orgasm by orgasm. More and more often, he wanted simply to take her.
Aside from the business of the encounters with his mother turning into an affair his plans proceeded smoothly, and Magus resolved he would analyze and agonize over his shame only after destroying Lavos. The servants knew, or suspected at least, everyone talked of how energized the Queen seemed, how aglow, but that could be passed off on the Mammon Machine. Magus was sure that he saw suspicious eyes from the men and sly smiles from the women, but if they suspected he was the one playing their Queen's body like a finely tuned instrument they said nothing directly. Dalton was either oblivious or just wouldn't believe, though Magus saw precious little of him as they concentrated on readying the Ocean Palace. Queen Zeal might tolerate a little rough and tumble rivalry but she would have fed even Dalton to the fish if he had dared jeopardize the palace...or so Magus hoped.
Schala was kept busy, always communing, always drawing power, always calibrating so that she could draw still more power. A cog, that's all she is to her mother Magus thought bitterly. The most important cog perhaps, but that was all. She often looked how Magus felt from the strain, but the heavy bags under her eyes couldn't tarnish her beauty in his mind. More than anything seeing her strung out that way made him want to scrap his plans, to hell with Zeal, to hell with Lavos. Though always that cold and detached voice inside him that had guided him since he was a child whispered that his best hope for victory, for both of them, was to follow his head. It had guided him through the darkness of the Middle Ages, drove him to do a thousand things he had no stomach for, and distasteful as it was, that black and clinically cruel voice had brought him to this moment. He would listen to it one more time. Until he didn't.
Of all the things that could have failed him, it was Magus' own memory. It was just another day in court, months later, and everyone had arrived except Schala He had shifted uncomfortably as the minutes ticked dryly on; she was never late. The court looked at one another like sheep before a thunderstorm, even Dalton began to look nervous as the drumming of Queen Zeal's fingers against her throne grew louder and more impatient with each passing second. Almost a half hour passed before she stood up and pointed at an adviser seemingly at random.
“Where is my daughter?” She demanded, and the man looked as if he wished he could fade into the floor.
“Y-your, your M-Majesty, she-”
“Where!?”
“She hasn't arrived yet.” The man said lamely and looked around him as if someone might speak up, but the room was silent. Zeal's hand outstretched and began to glow slightly and he gulped.
“By your leave Majesty, I'll, I'll go find her, alright?” He didn't wait for her leave, but bolted out of the throne. The glow around Zeal's hand dimmed and she began to drum her fingers again and the court waited. It was like being in a locked room with a large bomb. After several more minutes the adviser finally came back, flanked by some guards.
“My Q-Queen!” The adviser stammered and then elbowed the guard next to him roughly. The guard stepped forward and though he had a better handle on it than the sniveling adviser Magus could tell he was frightened.
“Your Majesty, Prince Schala is nowhere to be found in the palace. I had all my men comb top to bottom.”
“My son...my useless son.” Zeal said darkly and Magus started before remembering himself. “Where is Janus? Those two are as thick as thieves, he'll know where Schala is.”
“We've...already thought of that. He's also missing.” The guard said this in the voice of a man committing suicide when Dalton spoke up.
“My Queen, perhaps the good Prophet would tell us where both the royal siblings have gotten themselves off to. You would think the disappearance of the heirs to the throne would be important to the future of this kingdom, maybe he could favor us with a vision or two.” Dalton smirked and Magus wondered if it would affect the future terribly if he were to put out the bastard's other eye. Had he kidnapped them just to make him look bad?
“Security is your responsibility Dalton, you're in charge of these twits.” Zeal's words were like ice and Dalton's grin vanished as if he had been slapped. “Still, your words have some merit.” Zeal gave Magus a layered look. “Are you worth your salt my Prophet?” He was silent a long moment, his mind racing.
“Of course your Majesty. If you would do me the courtesy of giving me one minute or two to...commune with the spirits, I'll tell you exactly what's become of your children.”
“Very well then.” Zeal's voice was poised and her expression had also cooled. Magus closed his eyes and murmured nonsense for effect as he wracked his brain. It seemed like one of Dalton's plays, except it was far, far too risky. Even if it was something as harmless as diverting Schala, Zeal would see it for what it was and Dalton's head would roll right after his own. No, something like this had happened before. Schala had not shown up to one of the court appointments, but he had been Janus then. He had been with her, where had they been? What was so special about today? Nothing, nothing except his...Magus groaned inwardly. Today was his, Janus' birthday. Of course everyone had forgotten, including himself, only Schala had remembered.
“They are both alive and well, several miles from here.” He proclaimed. “Outside a small cave in the mountain.”
“What? Whatever in the world are they doing there?” Zeal was flabbergasted. Celebrating my tenth birthday you slut, he thought, but it wouldn't do to embarrass her publicly.
“I think perhaps it would be best to let them explain themselves.”
“Fine. You there.” She pointed a slender finger at the guard. “Bring them here at once.” Magus stepped forward with a bow.
“It would be far faster if I retrieved them myself Majesty, please allow me and I will bring them both back.”
“Once again you please me Prophet, bring them back as quickly as possible. I needn't remind you of the price of failure.” With a gesture she dismissed the guards, to their great relief. “Shall we wait for you?”
“Don't trouble yourself, it will take me some time and I'm sure you have important matters.”
“Always. At least someone around here is useful.” She looked pointedly at Dalton, who had the grace to look at his feet. Probably thinking how his big mouth had done him another turn Magus thought. “We'll salvage what we can and discuss this matter further. Tonight.” In bed, he saw from the ghost of her smile. He had the perverse urge to shout to the court, yes I'm fucking her! Instead he left with a bow.

Magus was unsure of the path at first, it had been better than fifteen years since he'd last gone, but eventually he remembered. A network of caves flowed throughout the mountain Zeal Palace sat on, this small cave opened out onto a grassy, wind swept plateau with a breathtaking view of the cloud sea, beautiful enough to rival anywhere else in the kingdom, and only he and Schala knew of it. It was one of their secret places, away from prying eyes and open ears of the palace, and it was here they had gone to celebrate his birthday in their small and pathetic way. Magus, or rather, Janus had been in a black depression over their mother and Schala had insisted they would go forward with the party even though she hadn't a minute to spare and nobody else could be bothered. So they had played hookie and come to the cave. They had eaten a small cake Schala had brought and she had given him a painstakingly carved quartz figurine of a dragon, because he liked such things, and talked and played games for hours. The guards never did find them, and they had only gone back to the palace at sundown. His mother had been furious and had slapped Schala and had hit him so hard he couldn't move his jaw right for days. Despite that it had been one of the last good times, as he remembered. It wouldn't be more than two months now until Lavos made a memory of the kingdom.
Janus was leaning against Schala's arm, their backs to Magus. An uncomfortable echo of his dream came to him, but he dismissed it. It would't do to scare them too much, so he tossed several pebbles against the rock. After a minute Janus began to look around, and when the two of them stood up Magus stepped out from behind the rock. Janus was so startled he almost went over the edge anyway and only the distance and Schala's grip prevented him from a long fall.
“Prophet! You scared us half to death. What are you doing here?” Schala was holding her hand to her heart, his entrance and the near fall had left her breathless.
“I was sent by the Queen to retrieve you, it's time to come home.”
“How did you find us? Nobody else knew we were coming here today.”
“I would be much of a Prophet if I couldn't see these things. it will go much easier on both of you if come home now with me instead of at sundown like you're planning.”
“How would you know?” Janus spat, and kicked a little bit of dirt his way. In truth, Magus didn't, but it was an educated guess.
“I know, just like I know that Schala got you that dragon figurine for your birthday. Today.” Even Janus' eyes widened a little and Schala squeezed his shoulder to reassure him.
'I believe you Prophet,” she said sadly, “But I've had no time with my little brother in all these months and this is his one day, maybe the only day that we'll get to spend together. Please just give us a few more hours.” Oh Schala he thought, if I could only tell you how right you are. I would take the three of us away, time stream be damned and forget this accursed place.
“It's still early.” Magus checked the sun. “I can spare an hour at most.”
“Thank you so, you don't know what this means to us.” They sat and cloud watched, as Magus unsettling presence mostly killed the festivities until Schala had hesitantly asked if he wanted to sit with them.
“It's...ok. I'm more comfortable here.”
“Why are you so nice to him?” Janus asked. “He wants to take us back, he's one of mother's lackies!”
“We all have to obey mother, it's not his fault. Sometimes we all have to do things we don't like Janus. “ She nodded to Magus and smiled softly.
“Some birthday.” Janus threw a stone off the side, and then another, perhaps to hit some unlucky Earthbound. “A couple crummy hours and I have to share you with that creepy Prophet. Nobody even cared I turned ten today except you Schala!”
“Not so Prince Janus! I remembered it was your birthday. In fact today is my birthday as well.” Janus eyed him distrustfully.
“You don't need to tease me, I'm not as stupid as you look you know.” Magus let it slide off him, it wasn't hard to insult yourself after all.
“It's true, I know how important today was for you. That's why I also got you a gift.”
“Yeah? I don't need money, I'm the Prince you know.”
“So I keep hearing.” He said. What could he give himself? Perhaps his earrings, they were a pair of fangs from an unlucky Gnasher who had picked a fight with him early in his career, and Magus wore them as a warning to others as much as a fashion statement. No, no...wait! Digging in his cloak Magus produced a pocket sized portrait of Schala. Paintings of the royals were easy to obtain, and this one had been magically enhanced so that the colors were vibrantly surreal. There were no more pictures like this in the future, Magus reflected, and he had deeply regretted that all he been able to keep of Schala in that grim place was the amulet. He handed it to Janus whose face lit up.
“I can't believe someone else remembered! Schala, look, they got your eyes just right, this-” He stopped and looked at Magus. “Say, what are you doing carrying around a picture of my sister anyway?” Schala was also giving him a peculiar look, what was that look? He felt himself blush hotly.
“I bought it for your birthday, I thought it would be to your tastes. Of course, if you don't want it...”
“No, no, I'm sorry. It's really, really great. Thank you.” Schala's smile was radiant and even Janus was smiling. He hated to part with that picture, it had been his favorite, but their smiles made it a bargain. As they walked back to the palace Magus had felt at ease with them. Janus seemed at least willing to tolerate him now and Schala had really warmed up to him, it was almost like old times. Janus bounced ahead, kicking and jumping off the larger rocks as Schala and Magus walked side by side chatting.
“I never knew you wrote. What is it about?” He asked and Schala blushed.
“It's just a stupid little thing I was working on. About men from the moon that come and invade Zeal and then we fight them off.” Like Lavos he thought.
“I would have never figured you for the type to write those things. I always figured you for a...” She was looking at him expectantly. “A girlie girl.” She laughed and walked a little closer..
“I thought you knew everything, you walk around acting like it enough. Sometimes you're just like Janus.”
“Why would you ever say that?” Magus turned his head.
“Just that you both try to act so distant and menacing, but you're not that way at all. I guess I'm not explaining it well.” She looked at Janus as he kicked the dust and waited for the 100^th time for the two adults to catch up. “It seems like nobody even tries to understand him but me.”
“You're his sister. Siblings are supposed to get along.” Magus said tonelessly.
“Nobody would care if we didn't. It wouldn't be so strange either, an older sister ignoring her brother. He's only my half brother too, did you know that? So it wouldn't be so strange, but...” She trailed off and watched Janus with softening eyes. “Anyways, that's how I feel. You both have that same aura of loneliness, because you're protecting yourselves.”
“I'm doing nothing of the sort.”
“Then why do you wear this everywhere you go?” She tugged at his hood and he grasped it, pulling away from her defensively. He felt like he was shrinking every moment beneath her questioning gaze.
“Ok, you're right, I don't like to be seen alright?”
“Alright...thank you for the gift for Janus. You have to admit a picture of me was an odd pick for a birthday present.”
“It wasn't the least bit odd, it was exactly right. Any fool could see how much the boy loves you.”
“I've seen the way you look at me sometimes.” Schala said quietly, and Magus stiffened. He should have listened to that voice inside and kept his distance, this was becoming all kinds of difficult for him. “You have the same aura and the same look...” Magus stopped dead in his tracks, he didn't dare meet Schala's eyes.
“I don't know what you're talking about...Princess. I'm sorry, I'm very flattered but you're simply wrong. I feel protectiveness for you the same way I would feel for any member of the royal family, and that's all.” Schala nodded slowly and he could see that she was confused and disappointed, but this was all one more confusion he didn't need in his life. Long moments passed until Janus finally bawled at them to hurry up. They walked together for a minute or two in silence.
“It was a beautiful and thoughtful gift Prophet, but we didn't get you anything for your birthday.”
“Think nothing of it Princess.” He said steadfastly avoiding her first name. “Janus' happiness was gift enough.”
“Now wait...I just remembered I do have a birthday gift for you.” Schala stopped and a wicked grin spread across her face that Magus recognized from his childhood. She always grinned like that when he was being especially gloomy and she would find a way to tease and cheer him up.
“What...what are you doing?” Schala drew close to him, and her eyes were closed, almost reverently. Her arms encircled his neck and she gently drew his head to her face. Before he could react, she kissed him on the cheek. Magus touched the cheek as if it had been scalded and Schala smiled a little shyly at his expression,
“That was a kiss from the Princess of Zeal, that should be worth something shouldn't it? Well...we should head back.”
“Y-yes, we should.” He blurted and they continued their trek.
That was how it started. Forgetting his own birthday, a makeshift gift to himself, and his sister flirting with him, all while he helped the kingdom march on to it's own inevitable doom and his mother the Queen fucking him every other night. That one time he didn't listen to the dispassionate voice inside and didn't shoot Schala down with finality...but he loved his sister, and only his sister, so what happened next perhaps wasn't so hard to understand.
Authors notes:
This chapter almost wrote itself, still longer than I'd like even after dropping some subplot, although I liked the sex scene I think it coulda used more cowbell, but unfortunately needed to devote a big part of this chapter to plot setup. Luckily this was the big setup, the good news is next chapter you can expect ALOT more sex. Even back in the SNES days I always figured Schala and Janus for half siblings with the way Janus was always treated as a pariah, it made more sense they had different fathers.
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Magus sends the wrong signal to Schala and Zeal becomes jealous. Chrono and crew arrive and get dual teched by Magus and Zeal if you know what I'm saying. A Titan against a Titan, D-Cup against D-Cup, Zeal and Ayla take all those deviantart pictures you've seen to their logical conclusion.
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