Once a Princess....

by LesLuv

CHAPTER THREE: WIZARDRY

"Wizards are only as good as the tools they're supplied. Give me all the girls in Orga, or fuck my brains out every day, but I cannot make artificial sperm. What, for Alleles sake, is wrong with artificial fertilization?" His eyes were blazing with wizardly frustration, but his voice was polite – one did not annoy Boom-Boom's daughter and live to repeat the error. And, being a he at the moment, he exhibited the usual lack of understanding common to that sex.

"Isn't that what cattle get?" Ephemerone replied haughtily.

"Yes, and horses, fish, and humans. Anything that has eggs can reproduce in that way. 100% guaranteed to get results." He snorted. "What's with this sudden urge to reproduce anyway? You have such a beautiful body, why spoil it with pregnancy?"

"Well, I wouldn't expect you to understand. You know nothing of maternal instincts." Neither did she, and her mother was hardly the best example, but her tutors, who'd had to pass the requisite cunnilingus tests first, had all said they had them. All she really had was the desire for everything, at least once. Being the princess, no desire could be thwarted, and she was yet to learn that ability and hard work was sometimes needed to consummate a desire.

"Well," was the reply, "you have a choice, your highness. You can be artificially inseminated or you can lie with a man." Seeing her look of confusion, he added "By lie, I of course mean have intercourse. A good old fashioned fuck. A stick it in and pump away."

"Oh." She'd thought he meant lie to a man, which was beneath her. "Um... if it was artificial insinuation who would the father be?"

"Why, anyone you chose. I'd be quite willing to perform that service, your highness."

"Hang on, you perverted prawn, your sperm are like cockroaches. They avoid scrutiny." Sveda was livid. She'd gone with Phemmy because any female under thirty could finish up in a spell if the wiz was not watched, and they would never be the same again. Probably not even the same person again. "Who the princess chooses -"

"If I choose that depraved means," interrupted the Princess.

"-is up to her, with suitable advice from her counselors. Go fuck yourself."

"Oh, not again," moaned the wiz, now beginning to turn from a proper looking gentleman in waistcoat and cravat, silk trousers and shiny red shoes into an old, decrepit sleazebag wrapped in a plastic raincoat with horns coming out of his head. "There's no satisfaction in it any more," he mumbled faintly as the change continued. Ephemerone had heard about this, but had never seen it. It was not an every day occurrence, and it was not exactly music hall stuff, but it was something to add to her growing store of the bizarre. Of which Orga had more than its fair share. The sleaze slowly became younger and fresher until the Wizerd was standing before them, her radiant smile and shining eyes dominating the room.

"Why, my darling, my princess, my Ephemmy, how lovely to see you!" Her voice was seductive, a rich contralto with hints of ripe fruit. "What have you been up to? How's young Emerald? And your dear Mama?"

Now a word of explanation. All proper kingdoms have a wizard. If yours doesn't, then it's not a proper one, and you need to find one quickly to keep any clergy in line. This wizard, like all their race, uses spells and incantations for most of the jobs he might be given. (By the way, never let a wizard create his own jobs. They're excellent at what they do, but tend to make things worse if left to their own devices). Spell making takes lots of study and practice, and once the basics are learnt, every really good wizard soon begins to make their own. This is more fun, and allows them to demonstrate to prospective kingdoms why they should be employed. Orga's wizard had been there many years, having got the job by casting a spell on the very first invading wild dragon, (a very difficult thing to do), making it believe it was a domestic variety that could be used for heating the boilers.

But wizards never know when to stop trying new spells and things, and it was not long before he had decided it would be good to turn himself into a girl when he wanted to, because in Orga males were little more than slaves or politicians, though some did make a living as solicitors. And as a girl he could have all the sex he wanted, and could even make other girls think he was really beautiful, had a big clit, huge boobs and a long tongue, when he was really well below average in all departments. But he also had to appear wizardish to keep Brunhilda happy, so he was always changing back and forth. Fine at the beginning, but the spells he used to do this became corrupted over the years, and he finished up unable to control them any more. Try as he might, any words like 'go fuck yourself' were so like the original spell that he automatically changed to being a wizerd, his female better half. Other phrases produced different results, and he sometimes finished up a cross between an eagle, Peter Pan and Elvis or something equally awful. All very off-putting sights which only slowly reverted to the original.

At least the wizerd loved girls, and she could be counted on to provide an answer to most of the young Princesses questions. But how to conceive without AI or getting fucked was beyond even her vast talents.

"Come and sit on my lap, my dear, and I will tell you what I know about such matters." She patted the proffered area, which appeared to be part of a pale pink pants suit, and Ephemerone, ever mindful of her position as the only true Princess, and also eager to learn, inclined her head graciously and sat. A well muscled arm went about her shoulders and drew her close. "you are such a beautiful young woman," she said softly, "and I understand your predicament because I too once had an overwhelming desire to bear a child. It's a natural thing for females to want, but sometimes fate or circumstances get in the way and prevent it. In your case, of course, these things do not enter into the equation, because you are the mistress of all you survey, and can order most things to be done as you wish."

Epphie was far from immune to flattery, and smiled at the wizerd, nodding her head in agreement. "Go on," she commanded sweetly.

"Well, you know I can see a little way into the future, don't you?" A nod. "Well, I have seen something that may well be the answer to your problem. Rather, I have seen someone. But -" she paused, watching the reaction "- I don't have to tell you who, because a Princess of your stature will immediately know when she sees that person."

The Princess was far from stupid. Asking questions of this wizerd would reveal her ignorance and anxieties, so she nodded and replied equally softly, "Then thank you. I will be watching for the next hour or so. And I will tell Mama how expert you are in your work. Bye bye." And she leant forward and kissed the wizerd on the cheek, only to be dragged away with unnecessary force by mother alternate, Sveda.

"No, no, my child, you must never kiss a wizerd, or a wizard either. That's not real skin, you know, and a kiss can allow unwanted spam to get in."

The Princess had not heard of this before, so she raised an eyebrow and asked, "Spam?"

"Yes dear. Advertising from the society of necromancers, for instance, something like, 'Live it up in death. New dances, new visions of hell, everything a Goth needs for an afterlife.' There was one the other day that said, 'log on to the link now. See the wicked witch eat the apple with her cunt. See Snow White get fucked by the seven dwarfs at the same time--a guaranteed turn on of perverted make-believe. See what makes droopy hard! Stick your tongue in Red Riding's hood.' And so on. They just turn up in your slumber, run in the background, and they can influence which buttons you push. Wizards and their ways. I do wish they weren't so necessary on occasions."

The wizerd gave a smirk. "Just be watching, my child, and remember, it's not skin that matters, it's what lies beneath."

The Princess nodded agreement. It was true. It was also true that if Sveda got spam, she'd kissed a wizard. Hmm. One of life's little mysteries.

*

"How's the wizard?" Emerald was happy to see Ephemerone back. Boob-Boom had been making suggestive gestures at her for the past hour or so, and that was really scary. She'd noticed that Sveda was the only one who came out of a session with Queen one with a satisfied grin. Everyone else was shaking all over, some had to be carried back to their room, while the occasional injection of adrenaline was needed before any movement at all took place. Not one of them complained, of course, always swearing they wanted more, though it was surprising the flu epidemics that seemed to race through the girl's compound from time to time. The Princess, of course, only gave. It was the receiving that took the toll, but the hardy souls - some, contrary to popular belief, were glad to come back - went away with rolling eyes and roiling minds filled with continuing orgasms.

"She was the wizerd today," Ephie replied with a grin, "ever so nice, and she told me that I should be watching for something or someone special."

"Well, I'm here. I'm special. So you can let me suck you, or you can play with my clitoris and suck me, because I want an orgasm. Haven't had one today, you've been away." The pout revealed six years of practice. The assumption that she was the special one was based on past experience, not an understanding of teenage minds.

Ephemerone was, however, in a good mood; Emerald was her special girl, her breakfasts were out of this world, and no one, not even Sveda, could lick a cunt like she could. She might have swallowed a vibrator when she was small, because her tongue could pulse like one – and unlike a plastic probe, hers was warm, able to dart in and out without the necessity of directing it, and it was so rough on its top surface that a cat would be envious. And she deserved rewards.

Dropping her pale blue gown on the floor, she went to her little lover and whispered, "Well, what are you waiting for? Lie on the couch."

"Yes!" In a flash that was done; legs raised, opened, face flushed and eyes closed as she waited for the joy to follow. The purring was kitten-like.

"Oh, I do love you doing that. You are the best Princess there is." A couple of royal fingers had worked their way into the the virginal vat, while another sundered the sphincter, causing gasps, trembles, moans and finally a yowl of pussy satisfaction. Then a tantalizing tongue worked its tricks. For a six-year-old, her clitoris was quite large – proper schooling saw to that – while her labia were puffed out with more than pride. The panting got quicker, the spasming more intense until the cry of, "Yes, yes, I'm – Ahhhh..." which slowly died away to be replaced by a sigh of ecstasy. "Oh, oh, Ephemerone, I Iove you. You are so lovely. Ah, the very best." She slowly sat up and raised the courtly head for a sloppy kiss. "Thank you. I'm right for the day now." She lay back on the couch and closed her eyes.

The Princess smiled. She loved this girl beyond anyone else, she would never be without her. Well, not this year - but with someone else in the offing she was agog with curiosity and anticipation. What, no who, could this be? The Wizerd did not make false predictions. Sometimes they were hard to interpret, according to Sveda, but that was because the recipient was too dumb to understand them.

She began to wander in the halls of the palace, admiring the collections of ancient erotica and figurines of copulating couples, speaking to some of the Queen's cheer squad, giggling girls who would never make it into the inner sanctum, but who could be relied on to have the population in rapturous attention whenever Brunhilda passed.

"Excuse me, your Highness, may I have a word?" Donna Donfu, head of security and scourge of heterosexuals, was duly deferential. The Princess would rule Orga one day, and one did not sass the future.

"Hello, Donna, " was the reply, "want to suck my cunt?" She was still feeling aroused from her session with Emerald, and Donna was rather cute if one ignored the pecs and quads that bulged and quivered with every movement.

This was a privilege rarely offered. Donna had fantasized about it as she used the hairbrush handle, and would normally have whisked the horny girl into a recess and done more than suck, but alas, this was not the time. "Oh yes I do, your highness, an honour I appreciate, but regretfully there is someone waiting to see you in the first receiving chamber. Someone, I might add-"

"Thank you, thank you, Donna, you are such a good guru. I have been waiting." She was off down the corridor like Princess charming with a shoe in her hand.

The sight that met her eyes was so unexpected, so stunning that she stopped, halfway into the room, mouth agape.

The figure had risen, and bowing before her said, "Your highness, may I present my credentials."

He rose and stood before her, the perfect Adonis, the epitome of godly perfection, the storybook Prince. No maiden of any persuasion would be able to ignore him. No woman would be able to quell the cocktail of hormones that began to course, unbidden, through her brain and blood.

The Princess felt her nipples swell and tingle, her labia part in anticipation, and her clitoris begin to rub on the cloth of her gown. She'd been raised in the court. She'd been tutored in the manner in which to greet dignitaries, accept praise, bestow condescension, and turn tables. But nothing had prepared her for such as this. This – this man, this apparition had removed words from her skull. Robbed her of musculature. Removed any dislike of male. Now she knew how Aurora felt when Prince Charming appeared. This was enlightenment. Damascus, the road to. Epiphany. The rock rolled away from the tomb. This, she knew, was the ascent into heaven.

"Germaine de Haras at your service, my lady. "

Even his voice was from the halls of the Gods .

She fainted.

He smiled.

In true movie fashion he bent, scooped her up in his arms, and sat on the couch, a half grin on his face as he gazed at this entrancing visage on his lap. He knew her return from 'le petit mort' would be soon. Moments later she opened her eyes.

The first sight of him again brought back her power of speech. "Arrgh..." The second gave her articulation. "I was promised someone, but not anyone as beautiful as you. You have made me realise that- um – men – can be – um – men. Do you want to meet my mother? The queen?"

He smoothed her brow. "I set out on this journey months ago, knowing in my heart that the divine Princess Ephemerone was my end, my goal, my goddess. I saw you in my dreams, you spoke to me in tones of rapture, and I came. To not come was impossible. You and I, my sweet Princess, are the Yin and Yang of creation, our joining the fulfillment of design. I prostrate myself before you." He stood, lowered her to the couch, and sank to his knees. "My Ephemerone, let us be as one. Let us be joined in the only true union of Princess and Prince. We, together, shall create the most wonderful completion of the world. Our children will be the benevolent rulers of Orga and Ejaque for time immemorial. Peace, happiness and love will be our heritage." He leant forward, drew her to him, and tenderly kissed her ruby lips.

"Come then," she commanded, standing and taking his hand in hers, "Let us prepare. Let us ready the royal chambers. And the choir, the nuptial bed, the queen herself. She must know of this, and of our determination to wed."

"Sweet Princess, surely there is no need to wed? A child, children do better without the panoply of the law."

"Hmm. You may be right. OK, Prince, I'll just call my handmaid to get things ready." And so saying, she swept from the room, all twelve years of her, delighted that her worries about conception had been resolved.

"Emerald? Emerald, my darling, where are you?" The cooing of turtledoves could be heard in the land. Said handmaid and breakfast provider appeared, always on the alert for a summons. 'Never miss an opportunity' was the watchword of Miss Plesure, her teacher of ethics at the academy. 'They are like the mist. They vanish and take the fun of discovery with them.'

"Yes, Princess? May I be of assistance?"

"Listen, love, go get the bedchamber ready. Full perfume odoriser, mute the colours, soft romantic music, draw the drapes. We are going to -" she paused, aware that what she had been about to say may be taken amiss by her child lover. "- Never mind, just do it."

Said child grinned and bounded off. Whatever they were going to do would be more fun. More sex. More love making. Goody, she loved it all.

She was waiting demurely when the Princess arrived. Lowered eyes, carefully arranged gown, the picture of propriety.

"What a beautiful room." The Prince was so polite.

Emerald raised her eyes in shock. A man? In the Royal apartments? He smiled at her. She went white. No, no, she was Ephemerone's favourite. Her Princess would not do this to her. But when she saw the Princess remove her gown and stand naked before the source of the voice, her mouth opened. When the Princess lay on the bed, legs open, and the usurper remove his clip-on garments in one swift flick of the wrist, she screamed. His dick had little writhing things growing out of it. Little snakes, or anemones, or – they were horrible. And the pointy bit at the top was glowing, a kind of neon sign pulsing in red.

"It's the wizard. He's going to fuck you," she yelled. " Get out, Ephemerone, get out. He's an imposter."

"What?" The Princess was already dreamy. "Where are you, my Germaine? Come lie with me and be my love. Fuck my brains out. Make me pregnant. Give me child."

"No, Ephemerone, no. NO!"

The visitor had raised his hand and was pointing a finger at the interfering girl. "Begone, toad -"

"Go fuck yourself," screamed the girl. "Now, you slimy fuckwit."

A howl of frustration was the answer. The figure slowly shrank. The nude body became ghostly, the smell of stale semen filled the room, and with a final whimper the specter vanished.

Emerald went to the bed and looked down at her beloved Princess. Ghostly white, hardly breathing, she looked near to death.

"Oh, no, we cannot allow that," she whispered, bending to place her lips gently on the red bows of the royal lips. Warmth, but no visible response. The eyelids were next to be kissed, then the nose, the ears, and the neck. Nothing. Emerald raised her eyes to the heavens, then closed them in meditation. After a moment she smiled, then dropped her gown to the floor, climbed onto the bed, and straddled the young woman there. Sitting on her face, she said, quite matter-of-factly, "Ready for breakfast, Princess?"

She never did find out if it was the touch of her flesh, the smell of her juices or the tiny drops of breakfast that fell into the princess's mouth, but whatever it was there was a revival, a renewal of the royal awareness that shortly resulted in a near normal voice saying, "Oh, Emerald. Oh, my darling girl. Oo! That's what I need."

A few more moments and Ephemerone was struggling to breathe. Her handmaid dutifully disembarked and stood looking down at her lovely Princess. "Oh, I've had the most wonderful dream," Ephie said dreamily, "There was this gorgeous man, he'd come specially to see me, and he was going to -" her voice trailed off. "Um, I think he was going to give me a baby." She sounded puzzled. "What a strange thing."

Emerald smoothed the hair from the royal brow and softly said, "That was no dream."

Ephie opened her eyes and looked at her maid. "Eh? What...." She went white. "Oh, by all the gods. It was real, wasn't it. I only remember – not much, really. Who was he?'

"It was the wizard, your Highness." No point in trying to hide that fact.

"The – who did you say? No, I heard. Oh... god. So what happened. Tell me all."

She did, as nicely as possible. At the end, Ephemerone looked at this six-year-old in amazement. "Oh my god," she whispered. "You saved me from that – that monster. How horrible." She leant forward and kissed her tenderly on the lips. "We're going to need a new wizard now. Mother can deal with him." She looked with awe at this tiny girl who had not only saved her, but had her interests at heart. She felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love. "When I'm Queen," she said, taking a small hand in hers, "I want you to be Queen with me. Like Svetlana is with mum. And we'll be lovers forever." In an unusual show of modesty, she added, "Would you like that, my darling?"

Emeralds green eyes were shining. A big grin appeared. "Oh, yes, please, your Majesty. I love you so much."

"Call me Ephie. When we're together. And we can go dragon hunting together. And get an army to repel the Amazons. And we can go to the toy fairs. And look for pretty handmaidens. Oh, this is so exciting." A far away look came into her eyes. "And why on earth would I want a baby? If I really decide I want one, I can get one from the nursery. And why are there so many men? What real use are they? Nothing but trouble. No, my darling lover, we can do without them. I never want to be with anyone but you. I love you so much."

They cuddled and looked into each others eyes. Once a Princess, always a Princess. Once a Queen and anything could happen.