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Prophecies of Sin	By : Johnny-Topside Category: +A through F > Chrono Trigger Views: 6665 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5- Proposition
Catherine: I want you.
Jake: But, you're my sister.
Catherine: Only by blood.
Jake: What is wrong with this family?!
"Do you like how it feels my lovely? I'm all the way in now, I can see your beautiful ass from here."
"Yes, Ayla love! It so different, so, so good!"
Well here's a picture for all her loyal subjects Magus thought. The powerfully built blonde was riding Zeal as the queen held onto her waist and jammed the golden colored phallus into Ayla. It was a strapon, 7 inches long , and thick as a sword hilt. Zeal had worked some kind of enchantment on it to increase the pleasure it produced and the leggy amazon took it in easily, driving herself down desperately on the slickening spire. Magus watched with his arms folded, a mixture of wariness, disgust, and desire. Lucca and Chrono were still locked up. After the initial orgy Zeal's spell had worn off quickly and they were just too dangerous. The sex had been incredible but it had been too much hassle to make sure all three of them didn't try anything. Still he regretted not being able to have Lucca again. If he had more time to wear down that prudish veneer he was sure there was a hellcat lurking beneath...but he was also relieved. Some part of him had felt a dim shame for helping Zeal violate her, even though as enemies she really deserved no consideration. As for Chrono, Magus felt no sympathy. His mother had fucked the lucky bastard until he was cross eyed.
Ayla was a different story. She had a primal magnetism, fascinating Zeal in a way even Magus couldn't fully appreciate. She had no hangups whatsoever that he could see with sex and she also liked men and women equally and freely enjoyed what Zeal had to give. Zeal grinned mischievously as she pumped Ayla, she loved to dominate the woman and at the same time make Magus watch. With a contented sigh Ayla dismounted and the two women kissed and fondled one another's bodies. Once Zeal had her fill she lay on her elbows.
"Now do me." She breathed and her mounds began to quake with each thrust as Ayla drove into her with the toy.
"Oh yes, yes-yesss! You're hitting me so deep! Can you feel how wet I am for you?"
"No! Ayla like you cry but Ayla no feel anything!"
"We can't have that! Enjoying yourself over there?" She called to Magus. "Poor boy, I've made you wait long enough, why don't you use some of that pent up energy on Ayla?" Wordlessly Magus stripped and strode to the two women. With bodies like these in front of you, you didn't waste time talking. The designer had thoughtfully left an opening at the bottom of the strap-on and Magus gripped Ayla's hips and plunged himself deep inside of her.
"Ahhh! Now Ayla feel! So hard! Please give more, give fast!" Magus thrust and felt Ayla's pussy squeeze around his shaft in response. Each time his thighs pushed against Ayla she thrust into Zeal, who cried out loudly and closed her eyes as the bedspread bunched up in her fists. Her breasts shook in steady rhythym as she was fucked from behind, each thrust from Magus channeled through Ayla's golden member. Rubbing Ayla's nipples between his fingers as he kissed her he tried to deliver more force to Zeal through the other woman by pumping the athletic blonde even harder . Her tongue slipped into his mouth, exploring, and the two women quivered underneath him with each motion. This was the third time they'd "interrogated" Ayla and they'd both gotten something out of her.

Magus exhaled slowly in the shower steam, allowing himself to relax as much as was possible. Normally he was wound tight enough to snap at any moment but he needed this. The last week had been a maelstrom of stress and confusion. It had been an extremely unlikely event that anyone would follow him, but like so many things that happened since he'd been thrown back here, it paid to expect the unexpected. The strangers would have to be dealt with soon, but there was an upside. Ayla and Zeal kissing, their tongues entangling. Zeal's tongue caressing the underside of Ayla's as the amazon slid her tongue over, and between the kiss of their hot mouths was the tip of Magus cock. When they finished him off simultaneously he shot across both their massive pairs. Anyway, it was an upside.
He closed his eyes, letting the hot water spray him from three sides. It was a grand shower, the grandest in the world actually. In the next room Ayla was snoring loudly. They had already put her under with a sleep spell so deep she would be out for most of a day and taken the opportunity to bathe her. It was easy enough to blame the need for it on "torture", so there were no awkward questions. It was a pity she couldn't join them but Magus didn't trust her. He let his hands do what felt natural as he stood behind Zeal, soaping her heavy chest and kneeding the wet flesh between his long fingers. She leaned back against him with half lidded eyes, without the crown of her teased up hair she was shorter than him. Twisting her head, she accepted his nibbling kisses. She had taken fine care of herself, and he let himself admire her body, which was full and ripe and mostly toned in all the right places. As fuckable as she was he had begun to forgive himself for wanting her. He caressed the wet skin and she kissed him slowly and thoroughly as he in turn sucked on her tongue, teasing.
"Mmm...did you like that Prophet? The two of us together?"
"You know I did your Majesty." Magus replied, squeezing the large breasts together in his hands and enjoying their weight. There was no point in lying to her, or himself.
"Well I'd say you've secured your position, wouldn't you?" His hands snaked across his mother's slick body, running over every inch. It was true, Dalton's star had definitely fallen. Magus was now unquestionably the most powerful official in the kingdom after the Queen. He had predicted the strange and dangerous trespassers while Dalton's network hadn't heard a thing. Gaining access to the Mammon Machine, breaking the seal to the throne room, destroying the Golem...it was a true miracle Dalton still had a head to worry. He was luckier than some of his hapless scapegoat guards.
"You're so quiet back there Prophet." She whispered, dragging her back down his chest as both his mind and his hands wandered over her big tits. He didn't even mind laying her anymore, he enjoyed it, what else could he do but admit it? She could be gentle sometimes, like now, but she didn't want a deeper relationship and he also found it easier to keep his mind off who she was if he only focused on the sex. After the week's depravities, pleasuring his mother was nothing.
"I was just wondering what your next move was."

"Don't you know?" Zeal asked, and lay her head back over his shoulder, smiling up at him. He shook his head.
"You've been loyal and I've been neglecting you so. Perhaps I could tie you to the bed and Ayla and I could ravish you?"
"It sounds like a dream." He said honestly, but it also sounded suicidally stupid. Tied down with Ayla on the loose, Ayla who in her spare moments found time to punch holes in Golems. I managed to think for once this week without my dick Magus marveled. Amazing. "What I really meant was what's your next move with the Ocean Palace?"
"Oh, that. I've had the Mammon Machine moved to a secure location. It will be back online tomorrow. If you're that interested I'll show you when it's up."
"I'd like that." Magus continued to massage his mother's body, but he was distracted. It wasn't like her to give up basking in her precious machine's presence for so long. The arrival of the strangers had thrown the future into uncertainity.

Magus emerged an hour later, cloaked and able to safely present the world the facade of a man who wasn't a sex crazed degenerate. He walked the halls, letting his mind try to filter itself clean. He thought of Dalton's face when Zeal had ordered him to personally clean the royal stables as punishment for the break-in and smiled. Then he thought of Schala and the hot springs and his smile faltered, disturbed. Magus paused, sensing, and ducked into a nearby door. It was the palace library and Schala was sitting alone at a table studying a book. She looked up briefly and gave him a small, tight smile.
He remembered the hot springs. She had seen him without his hood, her gentle eyes roaming his face. Her look hadn't been one of shame or terror, it had been like she was truly seeing him. Not the Prophet, not even Magus, but Janus. He had been so flustered and was deathly afraid she was going to reach out and touch his face so he made a lame excuse about needing to go back to the palace and Schala had not argued. She had been quiet on the way back, but with a content, strange little grin.
"I'm sorry we didn't get more time, I honestly forgot that appointment with the Queen."
"Even though she's so sick she can't keep her eyes open." Schala chuckled.
"You know your mother."
"It's ok. Just let me ask you something. Am I crazy?" Magus shook his head. She had never been so difficult to talk with when he was a child. Janus would just say whatever was on his mind, as Magus doing so led to situations like this.
"As a loon."
"Ha. I know we still don't know eachother that well but I feel these things from you and I just don't know. I always trust my feelings, they're usually right." No matter what Magus tried, no matter what excuses he made, she seemed to find her way near him on their off hours and he had wondered why. She had always been incredibly empathetic, she could always know what people were thinking, and she had a nose for lies superior to Dalton's secret police. No matter how he hid, the more time he spent with Schala the more his weak feelings seemed to take over his reason. It was fine when Janus was with them but when it was just he and Schala she became way too personal and he had a habit of saying idiotically honest things. Just like then.
"You're not crazy," Magus sighed. "But so what? A few months ago we never said two words to one another and now..." Schala stopped and looked at him steadily.
"It's true. When you first came here I hated your guts for what you did to the Gurus. Not to mention you were so stand-offish. You were easy to hate Prophet. I would have never said a word to you except for these feelings I get from you. Can I tell you something?"
"Sure."
"Sometimes the deepest friendships are the ones you form with just a few people, people who don't have many friends. They're like pearls in a clamshell, their friendship is not freely given because they fully appreciate it. It takes alot of work to pry open the shell but inside is something beautiful."
"Ha, so I'm a clam then? Is that like a dead fish?" She shrugged.
" I live and die by my intuition, always have. I can feel these feelings from you and that's why I started seeing you a bit more clearly. At first I thought it was a little creepy, but..." She shrugged again. "Not now.”
"You're not filling me with confidence Schala."
"We don't always get to choose how we feel either." Her cheeks were a little flushed but she seemed calm. "Don't worry about your other woman. I promise I won't stand in the way of true love." Magus was about to say something else he might regret but shut up. All his excuses sounded like bullshit but putting words to his feelings would be worse.
"Why don't you find yourself some nice young noble? Someone handsome?"
"I don't care at all about that, and you're handsome in your own way." Magus playfully held his cloak up against his face vampire style and she laughed. It broke the tension and the conversation had turned casual the rest of the way back.
Magus came back to the moment as he sat down across from Schala without being invited. She glanced up from her book for only a second, then went back to reading. He sat, waiting for her to say something. A good two minutes passed before she cleared her throat loudly and turned the page. She was writing occasionally in a notebook beside her.
"What are you reading?" Schala glanced at a nearby scholar who seemed overly interested in the two of them and showed him the cover. A history of the Zealian dynasty. The small pile of books were all related to military or royal history. "A school lesson?" She blew a strand of hair out of her eye and gave him an exasperated look.
"Yeah. A school lesson." She said flatly. He had been prepared for all kinds of reactions but not this.
"Seriously Schala, what the hell did I do?"
"You know what you did." She glanced again at the scholar who was taking far longer looking for a book than anyone possibly could.
"Why don't you find somewhere else to be? This is a private table." The lingering scholar scowled at Magus before remembering who he was preparing to mouth off to and moved on.
"Just what I'd expect from one of my mother's cronies, bullying and threats."
"Listen, if it's about the hot-"

"Just shut up ok!" She hissed loudly and a few heads in the library turned. "I told you! I'm just trying to keep up on my education, just one normal thing! All you ever do is badger me about the Mammon Machine. More! More power! It's never enough with you!"
"I've never! Did something happen?"
"Here, see! I've been taking notes all day, look! Go on and report back to the Queen!" He bat the notes away and her face was angry frustration. Magus checked his temper, remembered this was his sister.
"Schala, I'm sorry if you think I've been hard on you, let's just talk about it."
"You don't believe me! Read the notes!" She said offering them, and he was about to swat them away again when he saw her eyes didn't match the voice.
"Fine!" He spat, trying to match her tone and taking the paper. The notes were full of page references, but at the bottom of the page was a note.
"Prophet,
I'm not mad at you, but mother has spies everywhere. I know nothing happened but she thinks something did. Yesterday she asked me all kinds of questions about you. So I'm doing this to keep the both of us safe, please, please understand.
There's something more important I want to talk to you about but I can't possibly out in the open. On the other side of the palace are the old royal quarters. Nobody uses them anymore. Please meet me tonight around 11 PM. Don't tell anyone, I know I can trust you. Check the back of this note."
Magus did, and saw a childishly drawn map to the quarters. Standing up he crumpled the note in his hand and glared down at Schala.
"You have important obligations, not time to fritter away on this rubbish. Get your priorities straight." He said coldly and she glared back with contempt. She snatched her pile, books, notes and all and stomped out of the library and this time all heads turned. Magus smiled within the confines of his hood and palmed the note. Schala was a better actress than he'd given her credit.
Night came and Magus strode down the halls, bootheels clicking. It wasn't unusual for him to keep odd hours so he didn't bother sneaking. After correctly predicting the three rebels crashing into the court those servants who had doubted him and even a few of Dalton's cronies now gave him a wide berth. Word was getting around. Magus went on his usual nightly rounds, killing some minutes in the library before blithely making his way towards the south end of the palace. This side of the palace grew steadily older and darker as one went along. It was the original wing of the castle and they had built outward. After living with the Mystics so long Magus' night vision was second to none, and the south wing was practically empty anyways. No one could have followed him in such conditions, if they'd ever tried.
At the far end he reached the thick doors to the old royal chambers. There were no protective wards and the doors weren't even locked. He stepped in and sniffed the air. Not dusty, but disused. Nobody except Schala had been here in better than a week. The magical sconses were capable of fully illuminating the room, but they were off. Instead there were wax candles on every spare surface throwing a soft orange glow across the room and Magus relaxed slightly. It looked like something Schala would have set up. Magus walked through the room examining the decor. It was much smaller than the Queen's current chambers, with less gold gilt. Her chambers were furnished to impress and intimidate, but this was a family room. He stopped to admire the large portrait on the wall.
It must have been painted before he was born. In it Zeal, Schala, and the king stood in a warm, natural pose. Schala looked to be about five years old with a tomboy grin and her pigtail was short and lopsided. His mother looked radiant with a demure smile, she was remarkably beautiful when her face wasn't twisted in rage or lust. Aside from the hair and a few years, Schala's resemblance to her was striking. Schala's father had a trimmed beard and the long hair that spilled over his royal robe had more gray than blue in it but he looked proud and strong enough to lay Dalton out with one punch. Magus sighed, he had never known the man, or his real father. He had only found out he was the bastard offspring of a philanderer when he was older, when even the servants had taken to treating him like a burden.
He walked the room. Here was a child's Janin set, clearly Schala's. A worn hope chest that would have driven his superficial mother insane with embarassment. A picture of Zeal in a small silver frame, dressed in twilight purple evening wear and a jeweled ball mask standing next to a man in white costume who was definitely not Schala's father. He had his arm around her waist and both had devilish grins underneath their domino masks. Before she went off the deep end Magus supposed. Here was another portrait, of an older Zeal, and Schala now about nine or ten holding an infant Janus. Nobody was smiling.
"Hey! Are you there?" Magus heard Schala whisper nervously.
"Yes, coming." He followed the sound back through the suite of small rooms until he came to a well lit enclosure. It was like a minature version of the outside veranda, a riot of green vines and creepers bloomed with a rainbow of flowers and fruits, mostly purples and pinks. There were candles burning but most of the light came from luminescent white flowers that grew among the rafters. Schala was sitting in a simple wicker chair and she gestured to an empty one.
"I started to think you weren't coming."
"I'm sorry, I got sidetracked. I don't remember this room at all."
"Not sure why you would Prophet. Like I said, nobody comes here anymore. The maids clean it once a week and water the conservatory on the offchance mother ever wants to see any of her old stuff, but that never happens. So it just sits here. Well, her loss is our gain right. So, what do you think?"
"It's beautiful, especially those flowers. I've never seen those."
"They're luna blooms. Mother made them, back when. They glow brighter the fuller the moon, and if you ever see a red moon they look like little torch lights."
"Romantic." Schala blushed and shyly rearranged her robe.
"Yeah, I wanted to keep the light down just in case. That's not really why I asked you here though, believe it or not."
"After the hot springs, I really don't believe it Schala." She blushed again. "Is your mother really asking questions about us?"
"She was asking before but I just dismissed it. Ever since Janus' birthday she's wanted to know where we go, what we talk about. She even wanted to know if I'd seen your face before."

"Did you tell her?"
"I hadn't seen you when she asked, so I didn't have to lie. She was like: 'Well I've seen him. If he wants to play masquerade among the peasants that's his own affair but in my presence he will look me in the eye by Lavos!" Schala's immitation of Zeal was eerily spot on, from the tone to the pompous hand gestures. Hearing that voice come out of Schala was so ludicrous he couldn't help but chuckle. "Then she asked me if I 'liked' you. I said I could stand you better than Dalton but that's a low hurdle to jump."
"Are you sure you're not just being paranoid? Maybe she's just protective of you."
"Oh yes, she wouldn't want her precious output to slip. There was a guy before and-" Magus leaned in, interested, and Schala caught herself.
"Go on."
"I'll tell you some other time. I know how it sounds but I wouldn't be playing fair with you calling you here tonight with that note. Especially when you've got someone else. Anyone could get lucky here." She made a small embarassed sound and put her hand against her cheek and turned to look out the window at the moon. She was lovely, and any other man wouldn't stand a chance. "Anyway, forget about that right now. I wanted to ask you about those three strangers."
"What about them?"
"Well, are they alright? Where do you know them from? What do they want?" Magus inhaled. This wouldn't be enjoyable.
"All this candlelight, I don't suppose you brought any wine? I could use a drink"
"Oh. I'm sorry, I should have thought of that. See? My intentions were pure."
"I'll live. In answer to your questions, they're unhurt. I've seen them in...the future. From what I can tell they don't have any more love for Lavos than you do. That's all I know." Schala seemed to chew over this for a minute and Magus breathed a little easier. Technically, he hadn't lied.
"They seemed pretty strong didn't they?"
"I suppose." He didn't like to give them too much credit, but fighting through his army of Mystics, beating him, even with the Masamune, and then the Golem...yes, they were powerful.
"I've been thinking about what you said before. About fixing things from the inside, about you not really caring about immortality. We do what we have to do to get by right?"
"Yes." He had no idea what one had to do with the other. She paused and seemed to struggle with what she wanted to say, in the moonlight he could see her conflicted expression.
"I want you to help me overthrow my mother!" She blurted out. It was like the sound had been sucked out of the room, like after a thunderclap. She had to be joking, but no punchline came.
"So what you're proposing Schala is what? A coup?"
"For the good of the kingdom! For everyone! Do you think I want this? You know my mother has to be stopped."
"What brought all this on?"
"I've always felt this way. I never wanted things to go as far as they have. After we talked I started thinking, and then those three showed up. I can tell they have good hearts, and you saw what they did. They can help us!"
"What do you want from me?"
"You've got a good heart underneath too. You did what you did to the Gurus because you had to, I understand that. You had to sacrifice to put yourself in a position of power. Now's your chance to use it and make up for all that. Help those three escape, and then we'll rescue the Gurus. You've got strong magic. Together we could-"
"The power I have is only what your mother has given me. Without her influence, Dalton and the rest would run me out of the kingdom. At best."

"We could turn Dalton against her too. He hates my mother!"
"Dalton hates everyone, and he'll continue to follow your mother as long as he thinks he's going to be immortal. Nothing else matters to him."
"Fine, we don't need him. Just you, me, the strangers and the Gurus. We could do it!"
"Schala, you haven't thought this through. Suppose, just suppose, that we safely deal with both Zeal and Dalton. What then?"
"What do you mean 'what then'? It's over!"
"I mean, do we execute them?" Schala gasped in horror.
"Of course not!"
"What about their supporters? There will be plenty of people who want her back on the throne, and the second you take away the promise of immortality there'll be riots and rebellion. You'd have to crush any and all opposition as ruthlessly as the Queen ever did, and for that you'd need the army behind you too. The army that follows Dalton incidentally." Schala shook her head in disbelief but Magus only smiled grimly. He had dealt with this sort of thing all his life as king of the Mystics. Overthrowing a crown was childs play, holding onto it was a different matter
"It wouldn't be like that. People would see the truth."
"I wouldn't be much of an advisor if I didn't know what the people of this kingdom really thought. I'm sorry, you'd never get a majority to support you."
"Why can't you even try? Would you help me if...if I..." Her eyes were welling up as her hand slipped to the collar of her robe and she slid one end down, bearing a smooth, pearly shoulder in the moon's luster. He reached over and slapped the hand.
"You must not think much of me Schala! If you have to offer something like that your plan has about as much chance of succeeding as-" He thought for a moment and anger crept in. "Is this why you've been spending time with me? Using me for your little plot because you think that's what I want from you?"
"No!" She cried, shaking her head. Under the luna blooms, her hair looked like a moonlit river. "I don't know what you want! I wish I did! You're always trying to be near me and then you push me away. I just want there to be a tomorrow, for all of us. My mother will kill those children, she'll let Lavos destroy everything and still you want to help her! Help me instead! You know it's right!"
Her voice had risen hysterically and Magus scrambled to grab her and hold his hand over her mouth. He thought he heard a soft shuffle from the hall. They both froze in terror, eyes wide. The only sound was the ticking of a clock on the wall. He could feel the soft rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed against him and after a minute he slowly removed his hand but didn't let her go. He had to know she wasn't going to get loud again.
"It's a bad plan. Look. Maybe we can come up with a better one. Tomorrow I'm finding out where the Mammon Machine got moved to. We'll meet here again tomorrow night and talk it over. Just don't do anything crazy till then." Schala nodded, thin tear tracks across her cheeks before she slowly leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
"Tomorrow night Prophet. I'm sorry about before. I wouldn't have offered you that if I didn't want to."
"It's ok." He said brusquely and turned to go, but inside his cloak he was shaking.
The relocated Mammon Machine sat in a repurposed generator room behind no less than three sets of sealed doors, each with their own compliment of hand picked guards and enough wards to blow the hell out anyone trying to force their way through. Zeal had a queer little smirk as she led Magus through, like someone who had a surprise and could barely contain herself. Maybe Ayla would be jumping out of a cake. The last door shut behind them and Zeal took his hand with that same look.
"Come on, it's right this way." She breathed and began to pull him quickly along the hall. She seemed excited for what was supposed to be just a casual peek, she moved quickly and her voice and demeanor contrasted heavily with her mature appearance. She was a ball of energy, like a kid with a new toy. They reached the Mammon Machine and Zeal pulled him next to her and looked up at it with adoration. As always Magus felt an intense unease around it. It was just a glorified power converter that Belthasar had built, he knew that, and yet he could never shake the feeling that it was alive and watching him. It loomed overhead, like a giant futuristic bat, the hum of it's mechanism like deep breathing. It seemed louder than ever and he could feel the air almost crackle as it invisibly did it's work.
"It'll be safe here." Zeal said. "Isn't it splendid?" Her eyes were wide and shiny and she had a dreamlike smile on her face. Something felt different, and as Magus tried to put his finger on it he noticed that there was a large made bed under the Mammon Machine's shadow.
"What's that for?" Magus asked and Zeal's hand slipped down and squeezed his ass through his cloak She was still looking up at the machine like it was a savior.
"Can you feel it Prophet?" Her hand ran down his buttocks and her nails dug in as she squeezed. "The almighty power of Lavos?"
"Of course your Majesty." Something wasn't right. Besides the bed. He felt the urge to go to it and lay down, he was starting to get tired all of a sudden but he couldn't say why. "Why do you have a bed in here?" Zeal finally blinked, as if she'd been sleepwalking, and then the lazy smile returned.
"I sleep here now. It feels so good to warm myself underneath it, to soak it up, to make it part of me. It really is almighty you know, and soon I shall be as well. No aging, no death, we'll walk as gods on this planet! How would you like the love of a goddess for eternity?" Magus couldn't even imagine it at the moment, or even think about what sleeping next to a reactor was doing to her mind, because he was finding it more and more difficult to concentrate, like being drunk.
"Your Majesty, I'm not feeling...so well. Maybe something I...ate. If you'll...you'll excuse me." Zeal's smile turned slowly to him. She was flushing in a way that made her look half her age, her eyes were wild and her chest was heaving. She looked like an animal ready to pounce, it made her look insane.
"That's why I have the bed. It's for the both of us. I want to do it with you right now. I want to join with you and feel this energy with you. It'll heighten the pleasure for both of us." She placed her hands against him and began to gently push him back towards the bed. Magus stumbled back, trying to keep his footing. He couldn't think, his head was foggy, and his skin prickled with a feeling like static.
"Somethings wrong. The machine..." Magus heard his own voice but it seemed to be coming from outer space.
"It's wonderful, simply wonderful. I had the limiters released. The output has increased 80%, but we'll do far more once we move it to the Ocean Palace. To the source. Here, lay down darling and I'll take care of you." She held his chin and began to kiss him slowly as she hooked the other arm around his back, her tongue slipping between his lips, delicately flitting and then retreating. She pressed the kiss and her advantage, backing him down against the bed until he lay flat. Zeal pushed the hood back and her eyes closed as her lips brushed across his and her heavy chest pressed against him. She began to undress Magus as he struggled to stay awake. He had passed from drunk to sick-drunk.
"I've been taking such good care of you recently haven't I darling? I wouldn't share Ayla with just anyone. I want to try this just once. You wouldn't deny your Queen?" She cooed as she held his head to her heavy bosom. She gave him several soft kisses along the chin and neck, before holding his face to hers and giving him a kiss that would melt steel. Magus was barely able to register it, his head had begun to throb like an aching tooth. His chest was bare now and Zeal's tongue followed a line down his belly before she pulled down his pants.
"Ah, you're just how I like my men. Dazed and obedient, with a nice big cock on them.'" Magus groaned, this was the wrong time for this, and he felt like he was going to be sick.
"I've...got a headache." Zeal laughed boisterously and slapped him hard on the arm.
"I'll get you started." She said as her lips encircled Magus' flacid penis before swallowing him whole, it felt like she was sucking the life out of him. She was so energetic, deep throating him almost to his base, that despite the room starting to spin he grew hard in her mouth until she released him with a satisfied pop.
"Finally! Are you ready for the fuck of your life?" She asked him as she lifted her dress and sat down on his throbbing member reverse cowgirl. First the tip of his cock disappeared between Zeal's legs, then the shaft. She sighed with pleasure once he was fully inside and then began to squeeze and bounce up and down on his cock. Her ass was incredible but the movement was taking it out of Magus, the pain in his head was blinding and he felt his gut churning. He felt Lavo's eye was watching them through the Mammon Machine, and it was laughing.
"Ohhh..." He moaned in pain, but Zeal took it as pleasure and started to jackhammer against him, building to a fever pitch.
"Yes! Come on, don't stop fucking me! Don't stop!" She cried and he came then, more in self defense than anything before collapsing, completely spent.
"Over so soon? I'm disappointed." His mother's voice was retreating, and the image of her on top of him went sideways, then toppled over as Magus fell into the oblivion of unconsciousness.
Magus's eyes fluttered open and he resisted an urge to throw up. He was being jerked across the halls of the palace and the motion wasn't helping his nausea. Powerless to do more, he let his head loll to the side and saw he was being carried by two Thrashers. Magus tried to speak but only gagged and one of the silver masks glanced at him.
"You back with us tough guy? Can you make it back to your room?"
"N-n-..."
"Guess that's a no. Come on, let's hurry up, this guy weighs a ton." His partner grunted and they continued to carry him. Judging by the horrified looks from the servants they passed Magus must have looked a sight. He managed a wretched moan, he had never felt so miserable in all his life. It was worse than the Masamune.
"Guess the Queen was too much for him." The first Thrasher chuckled and his companion yanked Magus's arm in response.
"Shut the fuck up! Remember what Adul got for running his mouth?"
"Oh right." It was hard to tell with the silver mask but Magus swore the man winked at him. Magus could only respond with a trail of spittle down his chin. They rounded a corner and he recognized the hall. They stopped at his door and the less talkative Thrasher tried a key and then hissed in pain. The key fell, both it and the man's hand were smoking.
"You'd better get that door open or so help me!" He put the key in Magus' hand who promptly lost consciousness again. He awoke a few seconds later to feel himself being shaken this way and that. His head was still spinning, the shaking made him feel like the whole world was a spinning top. The key was on the floor again.
"Say, he doesn't look so good. I think he needs a doctor." Said the first Thrasher.
"That right friend? You want a doctor?" Magus managed to nod and then the second Thrasher's fist rammed deep into his stomach. Magus fell to his knees and stopped himself puking only by sheer willpower before he was wrenched to his feet. Magus couldn't keep his eyes open without passing out, much less concentrate on a spell. He blindly took a swing at the mask in front of him but missed by a mile and the Thrashers laughed and simply caught his arm and jerked him back. It wasn't a right cross, it was the uncooridinated lunging of a drunk.
"Say," Said the Thrasher in the mock tone of someone who's just had a superb idea. "Since we can't get you to your room, I'll bet Dalton knows some real good doctors. Let's go see him now, what say?" Magus snarled in response but what came out was more like a gurgle as he tried for the man's throat. The Thrasher simply let go of him and stepped aside and Magus crashed face first into the floor.
"Whoops."
"I demand to know what's going on here!" Magus opened an eye, from the floor he could make out the hem of a purple robe. It was Schala.
"No need to worry Miss, the Prophet isn't, uh, well. The Queen told us to take him to his room."
"Is that what this is? "Schala said imperiosly. "Maybe I should tell my mother her guards think her orders are open to interpretation?"
"Forgive us princess! We were bringing him just like she asked, but we can't get his door open."
"I'll do it."
"Miss, you don't want to touch that, it's-" Magus heard the click of his door opening and struggled to keep his eyes open even though all he could see was their feet.
"Bring him here." She said, and Magus felt himself hoisted back up as the first Thrasher whispered in his ear.
"Just humbly servicing the whole royal family huh? Well we know about you, don't you forget it." He felt himself draped over Schala's slim frame and she doubled under his weight before getting his arm over her shoulder.
"Princess, maybe we should-"
"Leave." Said Schala with finality and slammed the door in their faces. Magus breathed deeply, coughed, then moaned.
"Can you walk? What did they do to you?"
"B-bed." Magus managed, and by some miracle they managed to stumble over to it together. He tried to open his eyes and see Schala but the room was spiraling uncontrollably and he didn't want to vomit. Through a sick green miasma, he felt her rearrange his legs on the bed proper. He heard the sound of running water, and a minute later there was the soft dab of a damn cloth across his head. She placed a small kiss on his forehead, and stroked his hair.
"Schala, I-"
"Shhhh. Rest now." The pain lancing through his brain ebbed, and gradually his guts stopped churning. He let Schala's touch and her cooing voice ease him into darkness, like a feather floating on a stream.
He awoke, he didn't know how much later. Schala was sitting over him expectantly with an odd look.
"Is there anything you want to tell me Janus?" Magus shook his head to clear it, but it felt full of cotton.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"I got this amulet for Janus." Schala said, dangling it from the chain. With a jolt, Magus clutched to find it was gone, his neck was bare. "It's specially made and enchanted. You can't just pick one up anywhere. So the first thing I did was check to see if you had stolen it, but it's still right here." She took another amulet out of her pocket and compared the two. "Yours is a bit tarnished at the edges, but..." She opened one of the amulets and showed Magus the tiny hand painted portrait of herself that was inside. Then she opened the other. They had identical portraits.
"Schala, it's someone's idea of a joke."
"The joke is on me. Your amulet, your aura, your knowledge of us, of the future. You're Janus. You're my brother."
"That's absurd!"
"You've got the same mouth, the same nose, those bags under your eyes. Oh the hair and the irises are different, but it's you alright, I just never noticed before."
"I've never heard of anything so ridiculous."
"Oh really? Well then, if you're not my brother, you won't mind if I do...this?" Her hand stole beneath the covers and Magus realized he was naked under them. Her fingertips stroked his leg with barely a whisper of a touch but it brought chills of pleasure. Her gossamer touch continued up his thigh until she gently cupped his genitals and began to carress them. She kneeded his balls with her cool hand and Magus felt his limbs go numb.
"Do you like this?"
"No!" He lied, shaking his head, and her mocking smile widened.
"What are you still hiding from me here?" She threw back the covers to reveal his pale, naked form. He was half erect already and the amused quirk of her mouth as she studied his cock brought him the rest of the way to attention. Taking him in her hand she began stroking, he felt himself helplessly lengthening with each smooth movement. With each stroke she rubbed underneath the head of his cock in a small circle before sliding back down his length.
"Janus, you're such a big boy now. So I know how much you love me. Are you sure you won't help your sister?"
"Schala, what's gotten into you? Please stop!"
"I was hoping you would get into me. You don't really want me to stop do you?" Schala breathed. He felt the soft pressure of her breasts against his stomach as she began to kiss down his thighs and then slowly drew her delicate tongue back along his legs. Hiking up her robe she moved to a more comfortable position and Magus found himself an inch away from her ass. She was wearing lacy indigo colored panties, and as she moved the curved cheeks backed directly into his nose. He inhaled the scent of her sex as the cleft ground gently against him, he could feel the moist heat from it even under the panties. He felt an unbelievable warmth around his cock and felt the familiar friction as Schala began to suck on him. Magus moaned and felt himself melt as she ran her tongue up to his tip.
"Come on, do me too!" The thin fabric covering her ass was rubbing against his nose now. Losing his resolve he pulled it aside with a single finger and dipped his tongue into Schala's delicate labia. She trembled as he tasted her, her hips hovered above his mouth, rising, keeping balance, before sinking onto the top of his waiting tongue.
"Oh! Down a little lower. You're so good little brother!" Schala moved down now and straddled Magus, looking down at him with sultry eyes. "Now give it all to me!"
"Schala, this isn't like you!"
"No, but it's just like you." She grinned and looked past Magus. "Did you enjoy fucking your own mother tonight? I bet you did. Right mother?' Startled, Magus turned his head to see Zeal naked directly behind him. The queen squeezed her large breasts together over his face, cutting off his vision as he was enveloped in smooth, heavy flesh.
"I know you want both of us Janus. Don't you have a kiss for mommy?"
The image faded and became unreal as Magus struggled to wake up, like a diver surfacing for air. The dream had been one of those nasty tricks his subconscious liked to play on him he thought dimly. Always was afraid of getting found out. Magus still wasn't coherent and his body was reluctant to wake. Even the sensations of the dream continued to persist for long minutes as he regained consciousness. He could still feel Schala's soft breast in his hand, and the pressure of her body. It all felt so very real.
His eyes opened and he realized he was sitting up, not lying down. He felt a familiar wet heat around his fingers and heard rapid panting. The light was on and as he blinked his brain gradually caught up with his body and realized what was happening. Schala lay on his lap, flushed and breathing hard. Magus's left hand was cupping her breast underneath her robe; he could feel the soft skin and the hard tip of her nipple as it brushed his palm. His right hand was lower, his middle finger slipping into his sister and teasing before retreating in a rhythm that was so second nature to him he could do it in his sleep. Schala's eyes were closed in an expression of unwilling ectasy even as Magus' went wide when she shuddered against him and then kissed him open mouthed. Instinctually his tongue met hers, her mouth tasted of tropical fruit. He felt paralyzed, his body wasn't listening to his brain even as his thumb strummed her clit. His tongue and his finger resolutely refused to leave the warmth of his sister and his brain refused to process what it was doing.
With a violent jerk he let go of her so suddenly she almost fell off the bed. Magus gulped for air as Schala sat back up. She was disheveled and flushing red. She fixed her robe, her face a mask of hurt and confusion.
"Why did you stop?" Magus could only gasp in response, his heart was racing. Was he dreaming again? In a panic he clutched at his neck to find the amulet gone once more. No, wait. He felt in his pocket, he had taken to keeping it there in case this sort of thing happened. His fingers touched the amulet.
"Are you ok Prophet?" He coughed loudly, shaking his head.
"Don't move." Schala got up and poured some water from a pitcher and Magus rubbed his aching eyes. He could still smell her scent on his fingertips. She regarded him quietly as he downed the glass.
"What happened? What did I do?"
"You don't remember?"
"I was asleep." She sighed, a long, drawn out, stressed out sound.
"You were calling out my name. When I went to check on you, you pulled me close and..."
"And?" Schala adjusted her collar and Magus realized he could still almost see her breasts. "Schala, I'm so sorry." She gave him a feeble smile.
"You don't have to apologize. I knew you were still asleep. I know I should have woken you up but it just felt so good." She blushed to her roots, embarassed by the admission. "It was nice."
"I can't believe you'd let me do something like that! I might have done something we would have regretted!"
"If a good looking woman you like starts kissing you are you really going to fight her off?" Schala retorted and Magus fell silent. That was exactly what he was trying to do. "Well don't think its any different for me just because I'm a woman. It's even harder for me."
"How do you mean?" Schala touched his face and for a moment Magus was scared she would kiss him again. His body would rebel against his wishes if she made a move; he was completely at her mercy. Instead, the hand slid down to his shoulder and gave it a pat.
"Do you mind if I lay down for awhile? If you think you can control yourself. I've been taking care you for a couple hours now." He nodded and she wrapped herself around him. He felt better but still weak, so he let himself lay back and she lay her head on his chest.
"That offer last night wasn't just for you. It's not just that I don't have a boyfriend, there haven't been any boys in years. Not since my mother took to Lavos. I don't just mean kissing either. I haven't even held hands with someone in so long, so you can't imagine what just your touch does for me."
"I can't believe that. There's got to be throngs of guys who want to be near you."
"I'm the princess, it's intimidating. Then if that's not enough, there's my mother. She says it's because of Janus' father that she doesn't trust men, that they'll just use me. I guess he hurt her pretty bad. Of course it's all about Lavos though. She doesn't want me distracted. 'History rests on your shoulders Schala.'" She said in her mock Zeal voice and Magus slid his eyes from the ceiling to his sister. She was nestled with her head in the crook of his arm, looking at nothing in particular as she talked.
"There was a boy, years ago. He was in the science academy in Kajar. I thought it was love." She sighed. "I was so stupid. Looking back on it now I realize I was just feeling all these things for the first time. He could have been anyone. I never really knew him and I guess he never really knew me. I still don't know what love is."
"Love is when you care about someone more than you care about yourself." Magus murmured and Schala's soft eyes flicked up to his face. He understood hate intimately, it was similar in some ways. He gently stroked Schala's blue mane, tired. He'd never known this side of her and he couldn't recall her ever having a boyfriend. "You're cheating what you felt though. What happened?"
"We tried to keep it secret. We made plans, lots of silly plans. Looking back it's embarassing how naive I was. Mother caught wind of it and offered him a prestigious research post. I guess he does well there now."
"He was a fool to give you up."
"Mother probably gave him a choice between the post and Mount Woe. I can't blame him and yet, yeah. You know what hurts the most? Not that he gave me up. The fact that he never said goodbye, never said anything. No letter, nothing. I think if he had just dumped me and told me I was a piece of human garbage it wouldn't have hurt nearly as much." Her laugh was short and bitter.
"Knowing your mother she'd feed him to the fish over a goodbye letter."
"Probably." She was quiet and a long time passed as the clock quietly ticked and Magus enjoyed the simple pressure of her body against his. He felt a strange mix of emotions that had no business going together. The pleasure he would feel laying with any beautiful woman, a feeling that to him defined manhood even more than battle. Along with that was a simple brotherly love for her, a need to comfort and draw comfort from her. The two feelings shouldn't have meshed at all with his sister, but somehow they did. For now though, just her touch was enough. She squirmed against him and looked him in the eyes.
"I didn't like you and it felt like you wanted to get away from me every chance you got. Then I finally figured out why. I knew you were nervous around me and it was just so easy to tease you after Janus' birthday. She ran a finger along Magus' long ear and he sighed contentedly. Even if he hadn't been weakened she could have done anything she liked to him. "So I thought nothing would come of it, or maybe you'd be a pig and that would be the end but you just always stood by my side, quietly when I needed you. I keep getting these feelings from you that I still don't understand and now I know you dream of me too."
"Schala, whatever I feel there can never be anything between us. Don't think that I wouldn't love there to be, but I've already got someone."
"My mother." Magus stiffened but Schala's expression didn't change. "I know you're afraid of what she'd do to you. I don't blame you for making that up to protect yourself."
"You're sure I made it up?" His chest was tight, he didn't want Schala to make a move on him but her suspecting an affair with Zeal would be worse.
"No...but when you talk about that woman, it just seems the feeling isn't there. I'm old enough now that I'm not just going to stand aside without a fight. Not like my boyfriend did." She fell silent and they lay that way for awhile. "It's getting late. I've been here a few hours, my mother will kill me."
"Nothing happened."
"I know, I was there when it didn't happen." She said and he blushed. "I guess they can't say anything. I did take care you after all. I've got to go soon, oh I forgot completely! How did you get so sick anyway?" Magus remembered Zeal driving down against his rod and releasing inside of her as Lavo's energy made his head spin.
"I went to see the Mammon Machine with your mother. She had the filters removed." Schala's face drained of color and she raised her hand to her mouth.
"She'd be better off snorting Y'Len root! How is she even still alive?"
"She soaks it up. She's practically sleeping with the damned thing!"
"You know what this means right? Look what it did to you! This should be enough to convince anyone. Will you help me?" Magus shook his head.
"I told you, I have a plan."
"Well let's hear it." Magus hesitated, unsure how to phrase it better.
"I'm going to destroy Lavos."
"How?" Schala finally asked after he didn't elaborate.
"With my own two hands. No Lavos, no Mammon Machine, no immortality for Zeal's sycophants. The whole thing comes crashing down."
"You're insane! His residual energy is enough to power the entire country! Gaspar's proven just his aura is enough to warp space and time. A flea would have a better chance fighting a dog."
"That's exaggeration. Nothing lasts forever Schala, believe me, he can be killed. I've prepared my whole life to fight him. It's the only way we'll ever truly be free. Otherwise Lavos will just find himself another puppet down the line."
"You're insane..." She repeated distantly, her voice washed out. No one contradicted her. The silence after the soft click of Magus' door closing was deafening.
Magus regarded the three strangers suspended in the containment field for what felt like hours. They floated, eyes closed, hair and clothing rippling with the upward energy current. They looked peaceful, but Magus had not slept since Schala had left. Maybe she was right. Maybe he was being a fool. He could help Schala deal with Zeal and Dalton. Not her way though. If a few of the Zealians didn't like it, so what? They could learn to fear the name of Magus. Fuck the time stream. The more he thought of it, the better it sounded. It would be so much easier. A force powerful enough to destroy the most advanced civilization humanity had ever created, to breach time itself and Magus was going to just kill it single handed?
"That's weakness talking." Magus muttered, looking at the boy. They had survived his army, his best generals, and even a round of Dark Matter. He had been weakened enormously by the Masamune it was true, but that didn't matter. How had these fleas beaten him? They'd caught him distracted and off guard. Just like Lavos would be. So if they could beat the odds why couldn't he? Lavos would rise at the appointed hour expecting only Zealian sheep and find a lion instead and then Magus would end him for good and all. He would worry more about the details when he got there.
There was the hushed sound of young voices and Magus quickly ducked behind a pillar as Schala, Janus, and his cat Alfador entered the chamber. As he listened to their tense whispering, and then the sound of the containment field deactivating, his brow furrowed. Realizing what he had to do, Magus stepped out from behind the pillar.
"I'm afraid I can't allow that..."

Authors Notes: Finally got the word count under control, I also went back and cleaned up a few of the older chapters, 3 and 4 were a mess! It took 3 chapters to get anywhere with Schala, but I'd rather things happen in character with her, even if its taking FOREVER. Also finally feel like I have a handle on writing her, but having trouble switching back to Zeal now, what a pain. I tried making the dream sequence vague and confusing like a dream would be, I thought of doing a full on Schala & Zeal threesome in it but I don't really like writing dream sequences and I thought turning her into Sasha Grey would be a big tipoff. PS, I've gotten to third base asleep before. Also, Ayla needed some more love. Did you catch the Chrono Cross callout I hid in there? Now there's a theory that would make an interesting fic.
So I know I said there would only be one chapter after this but I don't want it to go overlong and I'm not 100% sure it won't so instead I'm going to break it up into yet 2 more smaller chapters just to be safe since I have a really good stopping point mid chapter. We're getting there!
Next chapter: One more chance to try and get into Zeal's head and Zeal's pants! Magus' sneaking around with Schala comes to a head and Schala makes a drastic attempt to stop Lavos.
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