
The tip of a practice sword glanced off of Nina's
breastplate and she ground her teeth in frustration.
She had been feeling pretty good about her longsword
work after her practice with the squires the day before.
Apparently Sir Horace had seen her doing well, because the
blade master had never pressed the attack this hard
against her in the past. Despite her longer reach, she had
never felt close to in control when sparring with the young
knight, but in the past he had usually allowed her to
last more than five seconds at a time before "killing" her.

Almost all of Sir Horace's attacks had landed on the large
bulge in Nina's armor that covered her breasts, and she wondered
if he normally was so single-minded in his focus of attack or
if her physique had given him tunnel vision.

When they approached again she shifted her defense, ignoring
everything but her upper chest. It worked for over a minute
before Sir Horace swatted aside one of her counters and
slammed the tip of his blade right above her right nipple.
"That was pretty good." He commented, "What did you change."

"Well," Nina panted, "You seemed pretty obsessed with my
bosom, so I only defended that."

Sir Horace cleared his throat in embarrassment. "Oh. I'm terribly
sorry my lady. Umm, good job spotting a weakness in your opponent."

Nina giggled, "Some of the squires do it too. I mean, it is a
pretty big target."

Sir Horace was turning such a bright shade of red, that Nina
could make out the blush even through the helmet he was wearing.
"Right. Well." He harrumphed, in discomfort at the young noble woman's
teasing. "Defend yourself!" He barked. He managed to avoid focusing
on Nina's chest for the remainder of the training session.
Even though she was beaten more thoroughly than she ever had been
before, Nina couldn't help but feel a sense of victory. She loved
the way that men reacted to her body, and the fact that even wrapped
in an unflattering layer of steel, her figure had driven the extremely
professional Sir Horace to distraction made her proud.

When she had first gotten a breastplate when she was 12, she had been
quite proud of her already blossoming figure and had asked the blacksmith
to make armor that showed her curves. He had explained to her that it
wasn't needed, and that none of the handful of women warriors that he
served wore armor that matched their feminine shape. When she was
14, she had felt rather proud as she marched into the blacksmith's
shop with her second breastplate and explained that she could no
longer get it on properly due to her growing breasts. Now at 18
years old, Nina's breastplate still compressed her breasts down
to make them significantly smaller than they were when she stood
in the nude, but even so it looked as if she had two helmets on
her chest.

When practice was over, Nina invited Sir Horace to her private changing
room. He only hesitated for a few moments before following. She
first helped Sir Horace out of his outer armor. When he helped her remove hers,
she paid close attention to his face as she pulled off her breastplate and
was rewarded by watching him seize up for a second as her breasts expanded.
Though heavy, the sweat soaked gambeson she wore under her breastplate
was unable to make her huge breasts sag appreciably. Freed from the
confines of her restrictive armor, they stood proudly out from her
chest, each a little over half again as big as her head.

Nina knew that Sir Horace, just like everyone who had ever seen her womanly
swells in one of her trademark low-cut gowns, dreamed of her chest. When
Nina had hit puberty and failed to display any sorcerous talent, her father,
the King's chief Sorcerer, had given her a thorough magical investigation.
Nina, rather than the full power of a Sorceress, only had a Knack. It had
seemed like it would turn out to be so weak that she was hardly better off
than a drab at first, but it had soon become apparent that Nina's Knack was
bound very tightly to her burgeoning breasts.

By the time she was 13, it was apparent that any who laid eyes on her bosom
would be plagued by dreams of suckling at her heavy, milk-laden breasts.
It didn't seem like all that powerful of an ability, but the way people behaved
towards her changed when they dreamed of her bosom every night. Nina, ashamed
of her lack of sorcerous ability, had latched onto her Knack as the only magical
power she could wield, choosing gowns that showed off a figure that was
already more voluptuous than most of the grown ladies of court. If her Mother
had still been alive, she might have reigned in the girl, but Nina's father
seemed unable or unwilling to control his daughter.

Nina had grown rapidly, and as her breasts had grown, the power of the dreams
had grown with them. The effect of the dreams on the dreamers became more
pronounced and the time it took before a glimpse of her bosom stopped inducing
dreams grew from a week to a month to a year until eventually becoming permanent
when her breasts eclipsed the size of her own head. People who had just woken from
a dream of suckling at the blond girl's swelling bust found it hard to stand up
to her. Powerful courtiers listened to her council and weighed it like that of
a peer by the time she was 14. No one tried to dissuade her from her passion for
sword play or the fast horses that she rode like a man rather than side
saddle as the other ladies of the court did. When she was 15, King Marcus
himself had gifted her his fastest stallion, no doubt driven to do so by
the memories of the hot milk she forced down his throat every night
as he dreamed. At 16 she had learned to induce waking dreams with an effort
of will.

Nina's breasts really were full of the milk that the court dreamed of,
and from time to time Nina made people's dreams come true.
She had long wondered what would happen if she were to stuff one of her
large nipples into someone's mouth and fill their stomach with her milk, and
about a year ago she had started doing just that. Now she looked
at the way Sir Horace was staring at her bust and thought about how much
more time she had before she was expected in council. "What's it like?"
She asked.

Sir Horace looked up, "What?"

"What's it like? Dreaming about me." She asked.

"Well, it's-" He started and then trailed off, totally unprepared to
discuss the subject with Nina herself.

"Do you enjoy it?" She asked. "Dreaming that I'm filling you up with
milk?"

He gulped, "Lady Nina, I- as a Knight of the-"

"Do you enjoy it?" She cut him off, stepping towards him.

"Y-yes." He stammered.

"Oh!" She gave him a beautiful smile, "Good!" As she spoke she
pulled her gambeson up over her head so that her breasts
were only covered by a thin linen binding which did little
more than cover her nipples. "Do you want to know what it would
be like if it wasn't just a dream?" She purred closing the rest
of the distance between them.

Sir Horace did not resist as she untied her breast binding and
guided his head down to her bosom. The nipple which slid into
his mouth was 2 inches long and an inch thick, but it was already
swelling to fill all the available space. "That's it, just let
Nina's big sexy tit fill you up." She crooned down at him.

Though it was the first time that Sir Horace had ever done this,
his dreams had long since worn the habit of submitting to Nina's
stupendous breasts into his mind. When she let down her milk
he began to reflexively gulp it down as his nightly training
kicked in. Nina sighed, she loved releasing a little pressure
like this, and she knew that after this Sir Horace would do
absolutely anything for another drink of her milk. He already
gave her extra lessons and special treatment, but this would
secure her place as his number one priority.

The swordmaster's cock was at full attention as he gulped from
the blond noblewoman's huge breast. Like all the men in court,
he frequently woke to find that he had cum during the night as
he imagined Nina's soft breasts folding around his face while
she pumped him full of milk. Now, his body was reacting in exactly
the same way. Her scent overwhelmed him, and his arousal seemed to
swell apace with his stomach. When he was near bursting, he came
in his pants, twitching against her as she giggled down at his
little explosion.

He remained in a daze as she slid the tight practice pants she had
been wearing down over her bulging bubble butt and long legs and
wrapped a towel around herself before walking off to the bath house
connected to the fencing hall. She had given the servants who ran
it a taste of her bounty a few months ago, and since then they had
been incredibly eager to please. She would imply that if they did
a good enough job scrubbing her down they could have a chance at
her milk, but she didn't plan on letting them have a drink. Listening
to people beg for her milk was even more fun than stuffing them full
of it.

===========================================================================

The King's council sat in silence though they were supposed to have
started meeting fifteen minutes ago. The newest addition to the
council was late. Again. Blake Fowler sighed. His daughter had always
been a willful and energetic girl, and in the last year she had
really embraced the power that her strange Knack gave her over
the court. As a member of her family, he had been mostly immune to her
milk dreams when she first hit puberty, so he had not fully appreciated
the power of them. In the last several years though, her swollen breasts
had come to dominate his dreams as they did those of everyone around
him. Before she had been powerful enough to trap him in her enchantment
he had doted on her as his one child without true sorcerous power, but
his doting had been gradually transformed into the submissiveness that
everyone else showed her.

His ears pricked along with the rest of the council's as they heard the
click of heels on the stone floor of the palace. The doors to the council
chamber swung open and Nina swept into the room. She wore a red silk pair of
the scandalously tight trousers she had taken to a few months back. Though
such a garment would have been unthinkable just a year before, such was
Nina's influence that most of the other ladies at court had been spotted
wearing such trousers at least once. Her red bejeweled top was just a modified
corset. A gap slashed down the front all the way to a few inches
below her naval. The red ribbons which laced the gap together did nothing
to hide the acres of pale skin that the garment put on display. It was a
daring outfit, even for Nina, but then Nina had been growing bolder by
the day.

"Hi boys!" She said with a smile that set her blue eyes twinkling.
"Sorry I'm late. I was taking a bath and I guess I lost track of
time." She flexed her power and pushed a brief vision into each
of their heads.

"Lady Nina! It's no trouble at all!" Said King Marcus III. In
truth he was a little annoyed, but Nina would never let him have a
drink of milk if he showed it. He had been one of the first men
that Nina got addicted, and he was always on the lookout for his
next fix. The sight of her pale bosom straining against the stiff
corners of whale bone and fabric which came up just far enough
to cover her areola was enough to blow away his annoyance like
dandelion fluff in the wind.

Nina walked over to the end of the table facing the King, noting
with pride the way every eye on the council was glued to her breasts
as they jiggled and quaked with her every step. Even her father was
enthralled by her body. She leaned out over the table in a pose that
would have flashed even more cleavage if she had been hiding any
in the first place. "Shall we get started then?" She said with a smile.
"Malcolm, let's start with the ship taxes."

Malcolm Torrens, the Royal Treasurer, glanced at the king. By rights,
it should be he who was running the council meeting. He hoped the king
wouldn't object though. He didn't want the voluptuous young blond to
become irritated with him by association. After a fraction of a second,
he looked back at Nina, unwilling to risk appearing to favor the King's
will over Nina's for any longer. "Well, the take from North Barrow has
been lighter than expected, though that may have more to do with the
potato blight on the mainland than with the Earl getting brave. Worth
keeping an eye on though."

Nina chewed her lip. It was less than a decade since the northeastern
provinces had risen in rebellion, and though the Earl of North Barrow
was not half the man his father had been, he was advised by many of
the same men and women who had orchestrated the rebellion. The King's
control over the northeast was tenuous at best or he would have long
since put the traitors to the sword, but attempting that was only likely
to have the whole region blow up like a power keg. "Prince Francis, have
your spies in the northeast had anything to say of late?" She asked.

The smallest man at the table, Prince Francis was the King's younger
brother. The two queens of fairy had visited the court on the day he
was born and fought one another for the right to bless him. They had both
managed to lay hands on the babe and their magic continued the fight
long after they returned to their realm, leaving him stunted and twisted
before the royal sorcerers were able to stamp out the battle in his youth.
Despite his physical deformity, he possessed a razor sharp mind, and had
settled naturally into the role of spy master for his brother. "Nothing
out of the ordinary Lady Nina." He said, not sparing a glance for his
brother. Francis loved his brother, but he realized who the true power
in Lenor was, and he saw no reason to risk Nina's displeasure.

"Hmm, we should still keep an eye on them. It's only a matter of time
before they try their luck again." She said.

She was still leaning out over the table, but now she pulled back and
sat down in her chair. Though the king was at the other end of the long
table, Nina indisputably defined where the head of the table was. "Father,
your divinations spoke of dark tidings when last we met." She said.

Blake Fowler felt a flash of irritation that his own daughter would speak
so imperiously to him, but it bled away before it could gather any force
under her blue eyed gaze. "Yes, and things have not improved. All the signs
point to a period of turmoil for Lenor. The King is in danger."

"Did you tell Prince Michael?" Nina asked, shortening his proper title of
"Crown Prince". Since she had joined the council, Nina had made no real
effort to conceal her irritation as Michael's continual absences from the
affairs of state.

"Yes."

"At this time of danger for the kingdom, he ought to be here." Nina said
in irritation. The rest of the council was in full agreement, and would have
been even without the influence of Nina's domineering bosom. They grumbled
their agreement.

"If only my son was not so useless." The king said aloud. The councilors
turned to him in surprise. Even if they all found the prince annoying, to
hear the King himself disparage his heir was a shock.

Nina smiled. She had limited ability to control the exact content of the dreams
she generated, but lately she had been attempting to learn by interrogating
her servants in detail about their dreams every day. Progress had been slow,
but now she could set the general tone and broad topics. She couldn't be sure,
but if she had to guess the King's turn against his heir had to do with
dreaming that Nina was explaining how she would be a much better heir than
the useless Crown Prince Michael. It helped that it was true of course.
The Crown Prince was a spoiled dandy with little interest in the Kingdom's
affairs, and the Kingdom of Lenor had been doing well since Nina's quiet
takeover of the council.

"Well, my liege, you do the best with what you have." She said with a smile.
"Still, it is time the boy learn his duties." If any of the councilors thought
it strange for an 18 year old girl to call a 32 year old man a boy, they gave
no sign of it.

"I fear it may be too late for that." The King replied, "If only you were my
heir instead." He sighed.

"Me?" Nina asked in surprise.

"Yes, the King is right. You would make an incredible heir!" General Alphonso
said enthusiastically. He didn't want to miss an opportunity to earn a reward
from the young noblewoman who dominated his dreams.

Soon the rest of the council had joined in, unwilling to be left behind. Replacing
Crown Prince Michael with Nina seemed like a splendid idea to them, and more
importantly, supporting it might earn them a drink from the blond's bountiful
bosom. Nina preened, "Well, I don't know what to say. Do you really think that
would be a good idea?"

"Yes!" They chorused.

The King looked around. He had not actually been intending to replace his son
with Nina, but now it appeared that everyone was on board with the idea. He
considered putting a stop to it, but he didn't want to imagine how disappointed
that would make his domineering councilor. Besides, she deserved to be queen.
She was just so obviously superior that the kingdom would be better off with
her at the helm when the time came, "Bring me my pen. I'll issue the
edict immediately!" He said.

Beneath the red silk and bone of her corset, Nina's large nipples stiffened.
The King was going to hand over his kingdom on a silver platter to a girl
less than a third his age and all for the chance that she might deign to
let him suckle at her hypnotic bosom. She had never felt more powerful,
and she knew that her Knack would only continue to fuel the growth of her
power.

After the King had finished the proclamation and passed it off to a page for
promulgation, Nina rose, "Well, I must say, I'm completely flattered." She
said, strutting around the table towards the old King. "I think you all
deserve a reward for your support." She continued, raising her hands to the
ribbons which held her corset shut. When she released the knot, her chest
jumped out a few inches and the wide V of the garment was immediately forced
apart. She sighed as the pressure of her boobs forced it open, pulling the
thick ribbons through their steel rings until they were half undone.

She grabbed the King by the back of the neck and yanked him against her
swollen left nipple. He made no move to resist, not that he could have,
Nina was a strong girl. Her nipple dominated his tongue and its mere
presence in his mouth made the King feel completely dominated by the
smiling blond. Before Nina had begun to flower, King Marcus III would
never have said that he wanted to be dominated by a woman, but when
his chief sorcerer's daughter came to court in a low cut blue dress
he had started dreaming she was stuffing him full of hot milk and making
him beg her to do it. It hadn't taken long before being dominated by the
girl was all that he wanted. Now, there was so much more of her than there
had been when she first caught his eye, and she was giving him what he
wanted. He didn't care if she was taking his Kingdom in the process.
He wanted her to do it. The owner of such perfect boobs should own
everything else, should own him. At the thought of it, the man who was
on paper the most powerful in the land came in his pants.

Nina let the King slump back into his chair, head lolling from side to
side. She smiled at the council, "Come on, I'm feeling generous." She
said grabbing the two advisers who had been sitting closest to the King.
She wanted to give them all some positive reinforcement for their move on
her behalf. There was a time when her breasts had run out of milk after
she expressed, but now she filled back up just as fast as she could fill
the bellies of the councilors. Her flawless pale breasts remained plump
and perky with milk as she worked her way through the councilors, filling
their bellies to bursting and bringing them to orgasm in between a minute
and thirty seconds.

When her father was the only one on the council who had not yet had a drink,
she looked down at him appraisingly. He was staring at her breasts just as
intently as the rest of the councilors had been. Nina remembered a time when
he had been immune to her Knack, but clearly that time had passed. Still, he
was her father, so she turned away and pushed her breasts back into her
corset so she could begin lacing herself back up.

============================================================================================

Prince Michael paced back and forth angrily. How could his father do this to him!?!
He was the rightful heir of Lenor. His father had no right to set him aside for...
for... for a girl that Michael had to admit deserved the power of a queen. Still, why
did Michael have to give something up for her.

He turned as the door to his chambers slid open. "Prince Michael, I hope I'm not
disturbing you," said a throaty alto. Nina Fowler herself stood in the doorway.
She wore a sleeveless blue dress that only just covered her aureole and long gloves
which came right up to the neckline of the dress. Her hair was worn up in a complicated bun.
The outfit emphasized the elegance of her neck and shoulders and, as always, the shear
size of her bosom.

"Lady Nina-"

"It's Crown Princess Nina now actually," She said with a smirk.

*No! I am the Crown Prince!* He thought furiously, but he said, "S-sorry Crown Princess
Nina."

"Oh, it's quite all right. I'm sure your new status will take some getting used
to." She said, "You'll have to get used to showing the proper deference to your
bettors."

"You go too far." He snapped.

Nina laid one of her gloved hands on her bosom and giggled, a motion which
emphasized just how easily her hand could be swallowed up by her massive
breasts. "I only speak the truth, Michael." She said with a smile, the
laughter still heavy in her voice. "It has always been true, only now it
is official." She said, "You're a weak and spoiled man, who was never fit
to rule. I will lead Lenor to a greatness you could never imagine." She
said.

Prince Michael's mouth opened and closed like he was a fish out of water.

"I'll prove it to you by giving you a chance to win back your position as
Crown Prince. If you rise to meet my little challenge, I'll abdicate in your
favor." She said.

"W-what challenge." He asked.

"First, untie this for me." She said, turning around and presenting her back
to him.

Michael swallowed nervously and took a few timid steps towards Nina's back.
Like the rest of the court, Michael was absolutely obsessed with Nina's boobs,
but her ass was nearly as impressive. It bulged back from her wide hips which
were twice as wide as her tiny waist. Even when she wore a simple dress like
the one she had on today, it looked like she had a bustle on. To be presented
with it now gave Michael the overwhelming urge to reach out and feel it, but
his dreams had given him a deep submissive streak where Nina was concerned,
and he would never do so without permission.

"Hurry up." She said.

"S-sorry."

"Remember who you are addressing." She said.

"S-Sorry Crown Princess Nina." He stammered.

She chuckled as he approached the rest of the way and swept her thick main of
blond curls forward over her shoulder. Michael's hand shook as he tried to
untie her dress.

"Never helped a lady out of her dress before? You really are pathetic." Nina
said with a laugh.

"S-Sorry. I-I mean sorry Crown Princess." He stammered. A few moments later he
managed to loosen the knot despite his shaking fingers.

"Well you got it in the end." She said, turning around. She held her arms against
her bosom to keep her dress in place.

"Now, all you need to do to become Crown Prince again is to walk out of this room."
She explained, "but if you stay, I'll let you suck on my big sexy breasts." She
said. She had not yet addicted the prince to her milk, so he actually had a chance
of walking away. She hadn't even spent any effort on shaping his dreams, so he
would only be influenced by the default dreams that plagued any who laid eyes
on her bosom.

She planned on dropping her dress to give the prince some incentive to stay, but
it was clear that her words alone had left him extremely conflicted. He began
slowly sidling around her to give himself a line to the door, but he never took
his eyes off of her breasts as he did so. "However good it tastes in your dreams,
I promise the real thing is better." She said.

Michael gulped convulsively and began backing towards the door, but he only made
it two steps away before he began to slow. Four steps away and he began to reverse
course. When he got back to her she smirked at him, "Made your decision?"

"yes" he said quietly.

"Well, what is it?" She demanded.

"I-I-I want to drink your milk." He said.

She giggled, "Of course you do, and you'll be able to, but first I need to know
that you respect me as your Crown Princess."

"But-"

She pressed a finger to his lips, cutting him off, "No buts. Tell me that you
acknowledge me as the rightful Crown Princess." She said.

"I acknowledge you as the rightful Crown Princess."

"Say, 'Thank you Crown Princess Nina, for taking over a job I clearly wasn't
cut out for.'" She said with a cruel grin.

Prince Michael had never felt so humiliated. He had also never felt so aroused,
so it was with his dick leaking precum that he said, "Thank you Crown Princess Nina
for taking over a job I clearly wasn't cut out for."

"You're welcome." She said with a shit eating grin. "Now convince me that you want
my milk enough."

"P-Please Crown Princess. I really do want your milk more than anything. You're
the only think I dream about, but it's not just during the night. I think about
you all the time. You consume my thoughts. I haven't cum without imagining your
breasts against my face, filling me with milk in years." He said.

"Welllll," She put a finger to her lips as if having trouble deciding, "all
right. It sounds like you really want it. Does that mean you don't want to
be Crown Prince anymore?"

"Yes, yes, just please," He begged

Nina chuckled, "No one can resist," She said, finally dropping her dress and
stuffing her right nipple into the prince's mouth. He came even before she
let down her milk and she giggled at him. "Wow, if you were this obsessed
before, you're gonna be hopeless now." So saying, she released a jet of
hot cream that gushed down his throat as he desperately gulped to keep
up.

===========================================================================================

Drew Law was beginning to suspect that Vivian Fowler did not actually know
all that much about sorcery. It was surprising given that she was the daughter
of the most powerful sorcerer in the Kingdom of Lenor. He could easily feel
the incredible magical power that the short girl possessed, but he found himself
having to reiterate concepts that someone of her seniority in the academy ought
to know by now. He had met her brother Percy and found the man to be nearly
as terrifying as his father when he wove magic. Compared with the rest of the
family, Vivian was disappointing. He was beginning to seriously regret agreeing
to study with her. He had only taken her up on the offer because he assumed
that a Fowler would have a lot to teach him about magic.

"Can I check my answer against yours?" Vivian asked. She hated working her way
through magical schema. The theory of magic was so boring. She preferred
brute force, but she hadn't been able to think of any other way to convince
her dashing classmate to spend time with her. Of course, Drew didn't seem
like he had noticed her as a woman at all. Vivian knew she was nothing special
to look at with her drab brown hair, pudgy frame, blotched skin and short
stature, but a girl could dream.

"Sure." Drew replied, shifting his paper towards his fellow student.

"Oh, I got an aether sink." Vivian said.

Drew pressed his lips together in irritation. It should be obvious based
on the laws of magic that a sink was impossible in this situation.
She should have checked her work for a flipped sign. "Let me see." He
said, taking her paper and following it step by step. After a few minutes
he said, "Look here, you dropped a term. You missed a sign here as well."

"Oh, whoops." Vivian said, taking her paper back and correcting the
mistakes.

Just as Vivian finished, the door of the room slid open and Nina walked
in. Vivian ground her teeth in frustration. She knew she should never
have invited Drew back to the family manor. She had wanted to impress
him with their wealth, but she should have been thinking about the risk of
exposing him to her little sister. Now, she watched in dismay at the way
that Drew was staring at Nina with naked lust.

Of course, Nina had chosen an outfit perfectly designed to exacerbate the
situation. She wore a gauzy lilac colored dress that covered her from head
to toe, but she was only completely covered by a layer of fabric so sheer
that her body was clearly visible beneath it. Additional layers of fabric
obscured the bottom half of her breasts and her pelvic area, but the rest
was on display. Drew seemed particularly fascinated with the way her
swollen chest pressed up against the light fabric which stretched up to
her neck, but Vivian couldn't help but note the way her naval and long
elegant legs were completely on display.

"Hi Viv," Nina said with a sickly sweet smile. She knew her sister hated
the nickname.

"Nina." Vivian said guardedly.

They regarded one another for a few seconds. The primary emotion that the
two sisters held towards one another was seething jealousy. Vivian absolutely
hated the fact that her sister had escaped the trademark Fowler ugly stick
and grown into by far the most beautiful woman at court. She stewed in resentment
at the way that Nina had risen to prominence, and indeed dominance, politically,
while Vivian was still just a student of sorcery despite being five years older
than Nina. For her part, Nina had never really gotten over her lack of sorcerous
ability. She was proud of her powerful Knack, but she still felt lacking to
be from the most powerful magical family in the kingdom and be unable to cast
the simplest of spells. She hated the way that Vivian, probably the most powerful
mage in her generation in terms of raw strength, barely spent any effort on
refining her talents. Nina found it galling that someone could be given such
gifts and do nothing with them.

"If you're done studying, Felix has made lunch." Nina said. She turned towards
Drew and gave him a brilliant smile, "You're of course welcome to join."

"We still have-"

"Actually, I'm all done." Drew said, glad of the chance to escape.

"Oh!" Nina said brightly, bouncing on the balls of her feet and
clasping her hands beneath her breasts in a motion that used her
elbows to squeeze them up and together, "Wonderful!"

"But-" Vivian trailed off, watching in dismay as Nina lead Drew out
of the room.

"You can stay and finish up! We don't mind!" Nina called over her shoulder.

Vivian fumed, but she didn't go after them. Instead, she pulled on her
shawl and stomped off towards the stables so that she could ride into
the forest behind the castle and vent her rage by exploding some boulders.


Lunch was quail stew served on crusty bread. Drew looked quite impressed
when it was set down before them. Which made Nina preen a bit, "Felix
is an amazing chef." She said, "You'll love it."

Drew thought he might have been able to enjoy the stew more if it was not
for the presence of the voluptuous blond sitting across from him. He had
heard of Nina Fowler and even seen her around court a few times, but he had
never actually talked to her or gotten close. Those few glimpses had been
enough so that he drempt about her every night, and now the reality of
being near his dream girl, everyone's dream girl, was overwhelming.

"I don't think Viv actually introduced us. I'm Nina." She said.

"Drew. I'm Drew." He said.

"You look a little old to be a student Drew. Did you discover your magic
late?" She inquired.

"Actually, I was 20 when they found it." He said.

"That makes sense." She said, "You look like you had a vigorous youth.
I can't imagine you spent it lost in books." As she spoke she ran her
eyes appreciatively over Drew's muscular arms and chest.

Drew noticed the way she was eying him and felt a little like a lamb
in front of a wolf, only he found that he wanted to be eaten, "I-I
was a squire before I became an adapt actually."

"Oh, I bet you would have been an amazing knight." She said with a
grin. "You certainly look the part." She said biting her lower lip
briefly.

"T-thanks." Drew said. Was she actually flirting with him? His dick
throbbed in his pants.

"So do you keep up with your swordplay then?" She asked, taking a sip
of wine.

"Not as much as I would like. The boys I trained with are all knights
now, and half of them are blademasters or close to it, so they really
let me know how far I've fallen." He said.

"Well, I actually dabble with the sword myself. I'm definitely no
blademaster, but I might be able to keep up with a fallen knight."
She said with a grin.

"You wound me my lady." He said, "A fallen knight."

"It's 'Your Highness' now actually." She said, "I haven't been crowned
yet, but I am legally the Crown Princess."

"S-sorry Your Highness," he said.

"It's all right, titles can be so hard to keep track of." She said with
a forgiving smile, "Just don't forget again."

"I won't Crown Princess Nina." He said.

She smiled broadly, "Good boy. Now, what do you say about a little
bit of fencing?"

"Right now?"

"Well, after we eat." she said.

"Right. Sounds like fun!" He said.

"Excellent!"


They walked to the fencing hall, taking a meandering route through the
royal gardens to allow themselves a little time to digest. The whole time,
Drew couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful his companion was. The
sunlight made her blond tresses seem to glow and the slight breeze kept
her gauzy dress continually in motion where it wasn't pulled tight over
her curves. Her hips swayed rhythmically as she walked and her breasts
never seemed to entirely stop jiggling with her motion.

Once at the fencing hall, Nina ducked into a private changing room that had
been set aside for her by a council of knights extremely eager to please the
girl who dominated each of them in her dreams. She beckoned for Drew to follow,
and he did so.

"Help me out of this dress so I can get my practice gear on." She commanded,
turning to present her back to him.

Drew gulped and began to unlace her. When her dress was loose enough, she
turned to face him and slid her arms out, letting the whole thing slide
down in a heap around her feet. She was entirely naked beneath the dress,
and Drew felt his gaze getting sucked down into the cleavage of her massive
pale breasts. Nina smirked, "Play your cards right and I might let you get
to be friends with them." She said, giving her boobs a jiggle. "For now though,
just get me my gambeson." She said pointing to one of the shelves and
snapping her fingers.

Drew took the garment down and held it out to Nina, who took it and slowly
pulled it on, as if reluctant to hide her magnificent chest. As soon as
the garment had covered her breasts, Drew felt as if a fog was slowly
lifting from his mind. He was still overwhelmed by her presence, but
his thoughts were no longer quite so muddled with lust. She pulled
on practice pants and then commanded Drew to help her into her armor.
He was particularly shocked to see how much her breastplate seemed
to compress her chest, especially considering that the swells of steal
at the top made to accommodate her breasts were large enough that she could
probably have fit her head in them.

Drew had to duck out of the changing room to go fetch his own armor. He
was expecting Nina to have commandeered a page to help him dress. She
didn't seem like the kind of person who would play the servant to anyone,
much less a student. But it turned out that she did help him into his
armor, taking every opportunity to slide her hand over his hard muscles
as she did so. "It looks like I'm going to have my hands full," She said,
as she tried and failed to get both of her hands to complete a circle around
his bicep.

Drew was saved from replying when Nina circled round to his front and
commanded him to lift his arms so that she could get at the straps needed
to tighten his breastplate. Until this moment, her body had kept Drew
so distracted that he hadn't been able to truly appreciate her face, but
now that her weapons of mass seduction were bound by leather and steel,
he was able to focus on it better. Her blue eyes locked with his as she
reached down for the straps, and he couldn't help but think that she
looked like an angel with her blond curls bright as any halo. Her plump
pink lips screamed out for a kiss and the shape of her nose and high
cheekbones exuded such regality that Drew wondered why the King had not
made her Crown Princess sooner. It was not the face of an ordinary woman,
but a higher being.

Nina noticed that Drew seemed to be lost in her eyes and smirked. Even
with the anchor of her Knack concealed from view, her natural beauty
was enthralling. "You're all done." She said, startling him out of his
daze.

"Oh, great." He said, following after her as she walked out to the
practice area.

When they crossed swords, Drew was surprised to find himself stumbling
backwards to fend off a series of lightning attacks from his sparring
partner. He soon recovered though, and stood fast, using his greater
strength to bully her sword. When she let up on the pace of her attack,
he began to use his reach advantage to menace her, forcing her to fall
back in a series of half shuffles. After a minute of intense combat,
she slid past his sword and planted the tip of hers on his chest.

When they paused and came back together, Nina evened things up immediately
by faking high and then breaking low to plant the tip of her blade on
the top of his foot. "Nice." Drew said, before resetting.

As they continued to spar for the next hour, it became clear that Nina
was the better swordsman. Drew held the edge in reach and strength,
but Nina made up for it with speed, technique, and trickiness. Drew
found her technique incredibly impressive given how long he had spent
training for Knighthood. She must have had a great deal of natural
talent. They had long since lost track of the score when Nina
declared that she had an appointment at the university to make, but
it was clear that Nina had won a resounding victory. For some reason,
being beaten by the gorgeous princess was turning Drew on.

After the bout Nina led Drew back into her private changing room.
"I always find it harder to get out of armor than to get into it in
the first place, don't you?" She said.

Drew chuckled, "Yeah, sweat is like glue."

"Well, let's get you unstuck then," She said with a smile, "Arms."
Drew dutifully raised his arms so that she could begin fiddling
with the little leather straps that held his armor together.

"You know, you are really quite good," Drew said.

Nina smiled, "Thanks! I've always liked swords, but I got really
serious about it when I failed to develop sorcery." She took
his breastplate breastplate off of him and began working on his
arms.

"Well, it's clearly paid off. Sorcery is not all that anyway."
He said, "Just a bunch of boring books."

"Maybe," She said, "But in my family, it's hard to be without
Talent."

"Well, at least you aren't a drab." He said.

She smiled, "That's true. At least I can do something magical.
It's not much though." She lied, moving to his other arm.

"I would hardly call your Knack 'not much'." He said.

"Oh?" She asked, a mischievous glint in her eye, "Is that so?
Are you speaking from personal experience?" She asked, setting
another piece of his armor aside.

"Well-"

"Do you dream about me often?" She asked, cutting him off. He
could hear an undercurrent of desire in her voice that sent
energy surging through him.

"Yes, I do." He confessed.

She slid around behind him and pulled off the armor affixed
there. "Do you like it?" She asked, pulling herself against
him so that the hard swells of her chest armor pressed
painfully into his back.

"I-It's-" He began before letting out a gasp as she snaked
her hands around and began unlacing his protective pants.

"-nice." She purred in his ear, sliding his pants down around
his legs. "I bet it's nice to dream about sucking on my big
sexy tits every night. You love it don't you?" Her hands were
under his gambeson now.

"Yes," he said as she pulled off his last article of clothing,
leaving him standing naked.

She giggled, "I thought so. I mean, how could you not?"
She said, walking back around him and letting her hand trail
along the muscles of his back, arms and chest.

"I bet you think about it all the time." She said before lifting
her arms expectantly. "Do you?"

"Um, yes I do." He admitted, his hands shaking as he worked on
her many buckles.

"You're even thinking about it right now." She declared, "You
know how I know?"

"No." He said, working the free the last buckle holding her
breastplate in place.

"This is how," She said, reaching down to grab his thoroughly
erect dick in her hand.

Drew's knees felt watery as a wave of lust washed over him.
He let out an involuntary whine of desire.

"Don't stop." She said, jolting him into feverish action as
he started pulling her armor off as quickly as he could.

She laughed, "Someone's eager."

Before long, the last of her armor was on the floor and she only
wore the heavy duty underclothes of combat. Drew reached forward
to help her out of them, but she placed her hand on his broad
chest and shoved him back. "No." She said, "Watch."

Obediently, Drew pulled back, and he was glad he did because Nina
took the opportunity to turn around and slowly shimmy her hips
back and forth, revealing more and more of her huge plump ass
with every lazy circle of her hips. Drew couldn't help but gasp
when the waist of her thick worked leather pants crested her ass
and slid down her long, sleek legs. It was the most glorious ass
he had ever seen in his life. It was the kind of bum that a man
could glimpse once in the market hidden beneath layers of cloth
and think back on for decades to come. Now, bare to the world, the
sight of it was enough to push the thoroughly aroused former squire
over the edge.

His hips bucked against the air and white ropes of cum shot out of
the end of his long, thick cock. The force of his orgasm was enough
to propel his seamen the few feet between himself and Nina. For some
reason, in the midst of his orgasm he remembered that she was the
Crown Princess now. His vigorous spunk was splattering all over the
ass of the heir to the throne, and he was absolutely helpless to
stop himself.

Nina had been looking away, so Drew's orgasm came as a surprise to
her, and she let out a gasp as the first hot cum hit her alabaster
ass.

"ohgod, sorry," Drew said.

Nina laughed, "Oh did someone have an accident?" She asked. "Don't
worry about it, maybe it'll give you stamina." She stepped forward
and shoved him hard back into a simple wooden a chair that was set up
near the shelves that held her gear. He sat down abruptly, and
Nina sauntered up to him, looking at him like he imagined a lioness
might look at a fresh kill. "Then again," She purred, coming forward
to straddle him, "maybe not." She draped her arms over his shoulders
and lowered herself down onto his still rock hard cock.

The position pressed Drew's face right up against the tops of Nina's
bulging bosom. Even though it was still covered by her sweat-soaked
gambeson, the sensation was absolutely electrifying. The Crown Princess
of Lenor bounced aggressively on Drew's dick, slowing only to grab
his hands and slap them hard against the bulges of her ass cheeks.
He could feel the powerful muscles in her ass move beneath the soft
layer of padding that covered its exterior. He felt like his whole
being was consumed with focusing on the sensations of her body against
his.

"If" she paused to pant, "my ass can make you cum" pant "without
even touching you." She looked down at him with a grin, "I
wonder what my" pant "tits will do to you." She slowed the fevered
pace of her humping to slide her fingers beneath the hem of the
heavy quilted top concealing her breasts. Slowly, oh so slowly,
she pulled it up and over her head. As she did so, the garment lifted
her heavy breasts up with it, giving Drew a face full of sweaty
underboob cleavage. When the weight of it became too much, her breasts
fell down suddenly, dragging the slick surface of her skin across his
face. Before the gambeson even cleared her hair, Drew was cumming again,
unable to handle Nina's massive boobs.

"Yes! Yes!" Nina moaned, "You love my ass," She leaned forward to bite
his ear lightly, "But you absolutely fucking _worship_ my tits, don't
you?"

"Oh, god, I do. I really do." He said, head an eyes rolling as he
tried, and failed, to process the force of his second orgasm.
He felt Nina's body quivering against him and she let out a
low moan, her muscles clenching and unclenching as an orgasm
of her own sent tracers of pleasure racing back and forth between
her pussy and her nipples.

Drew didn't begin to soften one bit after his spasms subsided,
and Nina continued to ride him hard, her ass slamming down on
his thighs and her breasts sliding all over his face and head.
Frequently her breasts rested on his shoulders on either side
of her head, and since each was half again as big as his head,
when she pressed her boobs together he would be briefly completely
swallowed up with titflesh.

Eventually, she had extracted all the pleasure from him that she
intended to, so she sank down against him and leaned back a little
so that she could look down at him. "I must say, you make a good
sparing partner in more ways than one. Play your cards right and
I might keep you around." She knew she would get bored of him
pretty soon, but he was enough of a stud that she figured she
could get three or four more good fucks out of him. "Now, you've
been such a good boy, and I think you deserve a little extra
reward," She said, leading back so she could position her left
breast in front of his face and slide her thick nipple into his
mouth.

The jet of hot cream which filled Drew's mouth tasted better than
anything else he had ever tasted. He had dreamed of a moment like
this ever since he first laid eyes on Nina, but the real thing
was so much better than his dreams. Right away, he realized that
this experience would come to define him, even more than all the
other time he had spent with Nina. His stomach was not even half
full when, for the third time in less than half an hour, he came.
There was nothing left in his balls, so it was just a series of dry
spasms, but it got him twitching and moaning all the same.

Nina slid off of him and looked down with a triumphant grin on her
face. He looked like he would take an hour to recover from the way
she had used him. "Just put my armor away before you leave." She
commanded, before grabbing a towel and walking off towards the
bath house.

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"What do you think she's going to do with it?" Lenny Cleft, the chief archivist
at the Royal University, ask his companion.

"Nothing good." Mira Bronson replied. She had always prided herself on steering
clear of dark magic, her focus was on pure meta magic, but for the last six months
she had been wholly consumed with a project to reconstruct an ancient spell of
the blackest kind.

"We could still," Lenny licked his lips nervously and glanced at the sheaf
of papers in Mira's hands. "We could still tear it up. You could say you made
a mistake with your figures. I could say I translated the dragon tongue wrong."

She looked at him. They both knew that the time for that sort of thing had long
past. The time to say no to Nina Fowler's demands had been six months ago, when
she first approached them about a spell she had read about in her father's
archives. No, they both wanted a second drink from the domineering young noble's
breasts, and not even their fear about what Nina would do with the spell they
had collaborated to reconstruct could dissuade them.

After a pregnant pause Lenny broke the silence, "You're right. Best not."

The door to the chamber opened, and a figure in a voluminous cloak slipped
inside. The figure reached up to draw back it's hood and reveal a cascade
of blond curls surrounding the most beautiful face in Lenor. At 5'6" Lenny
hand to look up Nina, who had four inches on him in her bare feet and an extra
five from the spiky blue heels that were visible beneath her cloak, but she
absolutely towered over Mira who was only 5'3". "You said you had done it?" She asked.

"Y-yes." Mira stuttered softly. As it always did, the sight of Nina brought
her back to her vivid dreams in which the domineering blond reminded her
how much more of a woman in every conceivable way she was than Mira. She
felt the same urge to submit that her dreams evoked when the girl's huge
nipples filled her mouth and jetted endless milk into her every night.

"Give it to me." Nina demanded, holding out her hand imperiously. Wordlessly,
Mira complied.

The two academics shuffled nervously in the silence as Nina sat down to read
through their work. They had discovered early on in the project that while Nina
had no magic of her own, she had an excellent grasp of the theory. She had learned
it at first as a way to feel like she deserved to be a Fowler after all, but
soon fallen in love with the beauty of the figures and runes themselves. It felt
more practical than pure math, but still held a delicious precision. As she read,
Nina made the occasional "hmm". On a few occasions she turned to them as if
she had found a mistake, but before saying anything she would turn back and
read it closer until she was satisfied that she understood. Once she did actually
call their attention to one of the figures, but once they explained it to her,
she grasped it.

"And this is the bit where the donor must consent fully in their heart?" She
asked, pointing halfway down the final sheet of paper.

"Y-yes," Lenny said.

"Mmmm." She said, noting happily that they didn't try to remind her that it
would make the spell nearly useless. When she had first told them to construct
a version of the spell which maximized efficiency of the transfer and made it
permanent, they had objected, explaining that it would be impossible without
also transferring the essence of the donor. Because the spell required consent,
true consent with the donor knowing full well what they were getting into, this
would make it nearly impossible to cast the spell. Someone might agree to give
up their magic, but who would allow someone to consume their soul?

When she finally finished reading she set the papers down and looked up at
them, "Well, you've certainly outdone yourselves. This really looks like it
will work." She gave them a feral grin, "Now, I think you deserve a reward
for all that hard work."

She shrugged off her cloak to reveal a pair of tight blue silk pants and
a matching blue corset with a six inch gap down the center that was bridged
by a shiny black cord woven back and forth. Her corset was quite short,
stopping several inches above her navel and leaving the entirety of the
tops of her breasts bare. She stood up to tower over them once more, "Now,
what might you want as a reward?" She asked, arching her eyebrows.

The two mages were speechless, staring at the bulging breasts which hung
right in front of their faces as the tall princess stalked towards them.
She stopped when her boobs were six inches away from their faces, looking
down to smirk at the way that they were completely enraptured by her
skimpy outfit and the body it hardly contained. "You two are good at magic,
so what's the magic word?"

Mira licked her lips hungrily, "Please?"

"Please what?" Nina demanded, "Tell me what you want."

"P-please, c-can I have some of your m-milk." The 43 year old scholar stammered
to the 18 year old girl looming over her.

"C-can I p-please suck on your breast?" Asked Lenny.

She peered down at them over her massive bust. She loved letting people
think she wasn't going to let them have the drink of milk that they so
desperately wanted, even if she fully intended to give it to them in
the end. Slowly, she reached up and began to unlace the tight cord
which held her corset together. The two mages were completely rapt
as she eased the knot loose and released the cord, allowing the force
of her straining bosom to jerk the corset open wide so that the cord
dangled loosely from the bottommost eyes of the stiff garment. The
Her powerful boobs had thrust the stiff corset so far open that it
now only pressed against the sides of her pale mounds, squeezing her
nipples even further forward. The front of her breasts had been six
inches away from her thrall's faces, so now her breasts were only
a couple of inches away, a gap that her large nipples easily bridged.
The two researchers each latched onto the fleshy nubs which were
pressed against their faces.

"Now," Nina said, looking down, "Before I give you any milk, I'm going
to need you to cast the spell you made for me." She said.

Mira shook her head slightly and let out a muffled whimper through the
nipple which had swelled so large within her mouth that she was now
unable to pull away. Lenny remained silent, but he didn't begin to
cast.

"You don't want to?" Nina said in surprise. "Well, I suppose that's
ok. I guess I won't give  you any milk after all." She said.

"Mmmmmmmmm" Lenny said urgently.

"What's that?" Nina giggled, "You don't want that either?" She put
her hands on her hips, "Well, it's one or the other, so make up
your minds." She said, "I'll count down from three, and then no more
milk for either of you, ever."

"Ooooooonnnnnne." She said, drawing it out. Mira whimpered again.

"Twoooooooooooo." There were tears on Mira's face now. Lenny, hands
trembling, began to cast.

"Thrr-" Nina cut herself off when Mira joined her colleague.

"Good job!" Nina said with a grin, "Here, as promised." She said
releasing just a single droplet of milk from each of her nipples.
She normally liked to fill people to bursting as fast as they could
handle (well, faster really), but she didn't have to do that. She had
perfect control over the flow of milk out of her huge udders, and
if she wanted to she could let it out one torturous drop at a time.
"Don't stop casting, and I'll give you some more!" She said.

They kept moving through the spell, and Nina could feel their energy
flow into her through the only point of physical contact, their mouths
on her nipples. It felt amazing. She let out a soft moan, "Oh, wow."
She gave them another drop of milk as a reward.

The mages had finished casting the spell, but the transference continued.
They seemed to age right in front of Nina, their hair growing dull and
lifeless and their bodies shrinking in on themselves. The more they
withered away, the better Nina felt, "Oh, yes. Give me more. Give it
all to me!" She commanded. Her breasts tingled as they gobbled up the
energy flowing their way. Her skin and hair seemed to take on an additional
glow of heath, making her look better than ever. She could feel a lake of
power grow within her as two powerful mages each gave her the entirety of
their magical sources.

The energy they were giving her began to taper off. They were completely
shrunken and wizened now, each several inches shorter than when Nina's
nipples had first thrust between their lips. Their eyes were sunken
deep back in their sockets and their hair had begun to fall out. She
had still only released two drops of milk to each of them when they
ran dry. She reached forwards and shoved on their foreheads, sending
them back onto the floor, lifeless. At the end, they had been kept
upright entirely by the powerful perkiness of her boobs.

Nina sighed contentedly, as if after a big meal, and leaned back so
she could shake back her now even more gorgeous blond locks and gather
them up in her hands. She pulled her hair to one side and straitened
back up, looking down at her victims while she deftly laced her corset
back up.

She went to her cloak and fished two slips of paper with magical schema
written on them. She had been making schema like these for years, but
until now she had had to rely on her father or brother to activate them
(Vivian would never help her if she could avoid it). Schema slips were
perfect for her because they didn't take skill to activate, only to design.
This would be the first time.

She bent down and placed each schema slip on the faces of the dead scholars.
Squatting over Lenny, she focused on what she knew of how magic was activated
and directed. It took her a few tries, but the slip glowed blue and Lenny's
husk was consumed by a five second inferno that left only a fine layer of
ash where he had been. Nina would have liked to teleport the bodies to a
different plane, but that was out of her skill level for the moment. She
disposed of Mira in the same way she had taken care of Lenny, and then
swept them up with a little hand broom and dust pan she had in her cloak.
The ashes went into a bag a little bigger than a grapefruit, which she
slipped between her boobs before donning her cloak once again.

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Nina concentrated on keeping her thumb at the right angle as she raised
her hands to cast the levitation spell she was practicing once again.
She knew she was learning far faster than normal, but it still felt like
her rate of improvement was glacial at times. She envied the way her father's
hands could perfectly snap through runesigns the first time he cast a spell.
For him, magic was like a second language, but Nina still felt clumsy. This
time she managed to get it, and a disk of force formed below her feet, bringing
her slowly into the air.

"Good, but you don't have good control of the spell." Said Professor C'Litch,
reaching out with his own source and struggling with her for control of the
spell. Nina held on for a few moments, but Professor C'Litch spun the force
of her will around itself and grabbed the disk from her, dumping her
unceremoniously to the ground.

It had taken a bit of convincing for Nina to get her tutors to be as hard on
her as they normally would be, but eventually she had gotten them to understand
that she wanted to learn sorcery as quickly as possible above all else, and that
she would not be offended. She made a note to reward C'Litch for his willingness
to manhandle her will, even if she did find getting dumped on her ass rather
unpleasant. She was a Fowler, and she knew she still had a lot of catching up
to do before she lived up to that name.

"Ok, again." Nina said, getting back to her feet and brushing the dirt off of
her long shapeless black dress. She had been forced to forgo her preferred
outfits during training in order to keep the professors of magic she had
addicted on task. Even a little scrap of cleavage could make them too distracted
to be entirely effective.

The next time she tried, she concentrated so hard on maintaining a firm grip
on the spell that she botched her runesigns and the whole thing fell apart
in a mess of rapidly diffusing mana.

"You should take a break." Professor C'Litch said.

Nina groaned, "Already?" She wanted to keep going, but she had already learned
that pushing herself beyond her limits would just lead to passing out and
being useless for days. She sighed, "Fine."

"You have been practicing for two hours straight Your Highness." C'Litch
reminded her, his teeth flashing in bright contrast with his dark Synnian
skin.

"Really?" Nina asked, "Huh." She closed her eyes and breathed in, reaching
out with the magical senses that had blossomed within her a month ago.
She had always wanted the power of sorcery, but now that she had gained
magic of her own she thought that the best part was actually the way
she could now feel the energy humming just beneath the surface of the
world.

She opened her eyes again and began unbuttoning her dress, working
her way down from the high neck until she began to bring her breasts
into view. As her fingers moved over the buttons, she saw C'Litch
transform from a stern tutor to an eager puppy desperate for a treat.
His eyes were locked onto the swells of pale flesh coming into view,
as Nina's massive boobs completely dominated his mind. Nina felt
a thrill of satisfaction run through her as she approached him, and
she flexed her Knack, tugging delicately on the threads of control
that his dreams had planted within him.

Since gaining the ability to perceive magic, Nina had become much better
able to control her Knack. She was now able to see the thousands
of little gossamer threads that stretched out from her breasts
to grip the minds of the court. This perception had allowed her
improve her control to the point where she could now determine
much more precisely the kinds of dreams people had about her. Tugging
on the threads when people were awake allowed her near total control
over their minds and wills. Before she became a sorceress, she could
easily manipulate people due to the submissive urges her default
dreams instilled in people and their desperate desire for her milk.
Now, she made the whole court dream not just of submission to the
gorgeous princess, but of loyalty to her above all else, even the
King, country, or their own families. She also loaded the content
of individual people's dreams with specifics about how they might
serve her.

So as Nina unbuttoned her dress fully a light touch with her
Knack compelled C'Litch forward to latch on. Of course, he hardly
needed compulsion, but Nina enjoyed practicing her new abilities
every chance she got. She let down her milk in a rush, filling
the Sorcerer's belly to bursting in half a minute. "Thanks for
the lesson Ratta," She said, buttoning herself back up as he
sank to the ground, overwhelmed by the massive dose of the
princess's divine milk.

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Sir Horace backpedaled as his opponent pressed him with a dizzying
assault of high tempo attacks. The blademaster blocked and dodged,
maintaining an economy of motion that displayed his vast skill, but
his opponent was just as skilled if not more, and he was soon overwhelmed
by the onslaught.

They reset and came together once more, but the result was the same
only faster this time. Over the next hour Sir Horace felt as if he
was just trying to survive as the Crown Princess subjected him to
a continual assault. He didn't score a single touch on her, and she
seemed to be trying to make sure that she took him down as quickly
and brutally as possible in each clash.

When they finally stopped, Nina pulled off her helmet and let her
long blond locks spill down over her gleaming armor. She grinned
triumphantly. It was hard to believe that only a month ago Sir
Horace had seemed so much better than her, but her body had changed
when she consumed the essence of her two unfortunate thralls.
According to the research Nina had done, when she consumed their
essence, her own essence had gobbled it up, assimilating it and
growing larger. This didn't give their strength to her, but it made
her more *herself*. Because Nina had been sexy, strong, smart, athletic,
ambitious, dominant and talented with the blade before the absorption,
her swollen essence had made her even more of all of those things.
It had lead to and explosion of skill with the blade, catapulting
her to the level of a blademaster and beyond. The council of knights
intended to designate her a blademaster in a week in fact. They could
hardly do otherwise after she had defeated all the living blademasters
in single combat.

"Next time, bring two squires to help you out." She said, "This is starting
to get a little boring."

"Y-yes your highness." Sir Horace stammered.

Nina walked off towards her changing room, but before she could get there,
the wall of the fencing hall burst and a wave of force slammed into Nina.
The wave of force dissipated as it reached her, but she could feel the
protection charm her father had tattooed on her back in invisible ink
break, ripping her skin and mixing hot blood with the sweat that already
soaked her gambeson.

Vivian stalked through the rent in the wall, hands crackling with a sickly
purple energy. "You fucking bitch!" She screamed at her sister.

"Gods Viv! What the fuck?!?" Nina demanded, flexing her Knack and trying
to exercise some control over her incensed sister. Despite her new skill
with her abilities, her efforts were in vain. Her family had a high resistance
to her Knack, Vivian had erected a mind control shield which killed off
the part of Nina's abilities that overcame her resistance, and she was
hopping mad.

"You're so selfish!" Vivian screamed, flinging a bolt of energy at Nina
that slammed into her breastplate and sent her slamming back into the
wall.

Nina slid down, groaning in pain. Somehow, she managed to make the
runesigns for a simple shield before Vivian's next blow arrived,
but the spell had hardly formed before it was shattered. Even though
Nina possessed the combined power of two sorcerers, Vivian was stronger.
"Vivian," Nina said, using her sister's full name for the first time
in ages, "can we just talk about this?"

"It's too late!" Vivian declared, shattering another desperately
constructed shield.

"What did I do!?!" Nina demanded, totally baffled by her sister's
rage. She knew that Vivian didn't exactly like her, but had no idea
what had sent her over the edge.

"You and your stupid, stupid boobs!" Vivian screamed, pulverizing
the wall next to Nina's head with bolts of energy to emphasize
the word "stupid". Nina realized that Vivian could have easily
just killed her if she wanted to. She was afraid that the enraged
sorceress would do just that once she had said her pace.

"You just fucked him and threw him aside like trash!" Vivian yelled.
"Now, he's like a husk, he just wanders around!" She paused to
pant, the rage practically boiling out of her eyes, "He never used
to talk to me, but now he does. To. Ask. About. You."

"I-I'm sorry. Who are you talking about?" Nina asked in genuine
confusion.

"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrgggg!" Vivan yelled, shooting a massive bolt of
energy in what would have been a killing blow if Nina had not
invoked a wind gust to slide herself across from the floor.

"Drew!" Vivian yelled, stalking towards her prone sister.

"Oh, right." Nina said. She almost said, "I should look him up,
he was kinda cute." But thought better of it.

"I love him, and you ruined him!" Vivian yelled. The bolt of energy
she finished with crashed through another shield and picked Nina
up to slam her against the wall, leaving her breastplate pitted and
smoking.

"I'm sorry ok!? Please Vivian!" Nina gasped.

Vivian raised her hands. They glowed brighter and brighter. Nina
closed her eyes, resigned to her fate. The blow she expected never
came. There was a flash of light, but no pain, and when she opened
her eyes she saw the sickly purple torrent of energy pouring out of
her sister splattering against a red nimbus of power. Her father
stood between her and her sister, one arm raised to maintain his
shield and the other building a counter spell with motions so fast
that Nina could hardly see his fingers.

He completed his spell and Vivian's mind shield disappeared. He followed
up with a sleep spell cast with his soul, a technique that allowed him
to cast spells he had learned by heart instantly, without runesigns.
"What happened?" He asked Nina.

"I-I-" She stammered.

"It's ok." He said.

"No. I'm ok. I think she was jealous." Nina said.

Blake Fowler sighed, "Vivian is a troubled girl." He said. "Now,
let's get that armor off of you. I want to repair your protection
charm."

"Is that how you knew about this?" She asked.

He smiled, "Of course."

"Makes sense." She said, still a stunned by the experience. She sat
dumbly as her father removed her armor with invisible hands of force.
He walked around to look at her back and began signing immediately.
Fingers of ice and flame seared her back and she gasped in surprise.
"Warn me next time!" She said.

"Sorry." Her father replied. A moment later the charm was repaired,
and he began a healing spell. The ripped edges of her skin knit
back together, but some of the pain persisted. Healing magic could
only take you so far.

"Now, your sister and I are going to have a long talk." Blake said,
soulcasting four tentacles of red force into being on his back. He
reached out and picked up Vivian, walking off towards the family
home. Watching them go, Nina felt the powerlessness that her sister
had made her feel come crashing down on her. She gasped, chest heaving
as the panic she should have been feeling in the moment overwhelmed
her. She could have died. She hated that Vivian had made her feel
this way. She hated not being in control. In that moment, she promised
herself that she would never let it happen again.

====================================================================================

Percy Fowler turned the page in his book and glanced over at his father.
He was the only member of the family who had not been there during Nina
and Vivian's confrontation, and he wondered what had really happened. He
had not been able to get a straight answer out of any of them, but he did
know that Vivian was now confined to the house and wearing silver cuffs
which nullified her magic. The only reason she wasn't in jail seemed to be
that Nina had insisted the family name not be dragged through the mud over
a sibling rivalry. His dad had been troubled in the week since
the incident. Vivian had been sullen and moody, hardly saying a word to
anyone and remaining confined in her room. Nina had been even more focused
and intense than usual. Every minute of her days seemed to be packed with
training and meetings with powerful courtiers. She was out meeting privately
with the King right now.

When he was halfway through the next page the door to the chamber opened
and Nina walked in. She unclasped her blue cloak to reveal tight red silk
pants and a small black front-laced corset that left her tiny waist bare
and did its best to lift and present her hypnotic tits while covering only
the bare minimum of flesh. Percy could not help but stare, *gods, they are
just so big,* he thought fervently, eyes glued to her breasts. He knew she
was his little sister, but Nina's sexuality was just so overwhelming that
he couldn't help but stare. Most nights for the last four years, he had
woken to the shame of realizing that he had yet again cum in the night as
he drempt of suckling at his sister's massive tits.

Nina's spiky black heels clicked on the stone floor as she walked over
to stand between Percy and the fire. Their eyes track her chest as it
bounced and jiggled with her every move. "We've never really talked about
how my Knack effects you, have we?" She said without preamble to her
father and brother.

"W-What do you want to talk about?" Percy asked.

"I bet it's hard." She said, as if he had not said anything, "living with
me. I'm right here, so sexy, so curvy, so *full*." She said. "It must be
hard knowing that since you are family, I'll never let you live out your
dreams." She said.

"Nina, what- what is-" Blake began.

"But what if I did? Do you know what you would do if I offered to let you
live out your dreams? Just once?" She asked, reaching up to tug at the
cord which held her corset shut.

"Oh gods," Percy breathed, watching the cord jerk out of the last loop
holding the knot together. Nina's boobs seemed to jump aggressively outward,
shoving the corset aside. Percy was on his feet without knowing how he had
gotten there. In her bare feet, Nina had six inches on him and seven on their
father, and her platform heels made her tower a foot over him, so her huge
nipples hung right in front of their faces. Her swelling pink nipples
evoked a sense of deep yearning and need to submit in the two men, and
almost without realizing they had, they walked forward and latched on.

Nina sighed and allowed a trickle of milk to escape. They sucked desperately
on the nipples which had swollen to fill their mouths completely, but she
only let a dribble of milk escape. Her fingers snapped through a long
and complex series of runesigns that she had been practicing for five
weeks, but unable to complete until now. The knowledge of what she was
trying to do to them suddenly blossomed in their minds, and they tried
to pull away, but Nina's swollen nipples held them fast. The flow of
milk stopped abruptly.

"If you want more milk, consent to the transfer." She said. They whimpered
and whined through their nipple gags, but then first her brother and then
her father allowed their Talent and essence to drain away.

Nina bit her lip and let out a soft moan. Percy and Blake were much more
powerful than her first two victims had been, and they had been nothing
to sneeze at. Her whole body thrummed with new energy as they began to
waste away, shriveling and shrinking before her eyes. She could feel her
muscles growing more powerful, though they looked the same. She was already
so close to perfect that the subtle shifts to enhance her beauty were almost
to minute to see, but the overall effect was still incredible as she became
even more attractive. All too soon, it was over. She could no longer feel
any energy coming from the lifeless husks dangling from her boobs. She
smirked in amusement at the way their feet hung several inches off the
floor. They were so shriveled and light and her boobs so powerfully perky
that she hardly noticed the weight. She leaned back, lifting them an extra
foot higher in the air just with the strength of her boobs. "Sorry guys,"
she said, shoving them off her nipples, "I didn't want to do it, but I just
can't have any threats to me right now, and realistically only a Fowler could
stand up to me." She said. She pulled her corset completely off and walked
off towards Vivian's room.

Vivian woke with a start, as something big and warm was shoved rudely into
her mouth, "Mmmmmmmmmm!" She said in alarm.

"Hi _big_ sis!" Nina said cruelly from above the mound of flesh that was
threatening to swallow Vivian's head completely. She emphasized the word
big to highlight the fact that while she was 5 years younger than Vivian,
she was bigger in every way (except waist size).

"What do you want?" Vivian tried to ask, but it just came out, "Mmmm mm
mmmmm mmm!"

Nina giggled, "Look at you, trying to talk. Sorry, no more of that."

Vivian made desperate runesigns but the silver bracelets her father had
put on her drained the magic away before it could take. "Oh, yeah, keep
trying that," Nina purred.

"I know you hate me and everything, but I thought we should have a little
chat." Nina said, "You know, just us girls." She paused.

"MMmmmmmmmmm!!"

"What's that? You can't breath?" Nina asked, "My bad." Her boob had completely
enveloped Vivian's face until it was touching the pillow on either side of her
head. "Here, is that better?" She asked, shifting herself up so that Vivian
could breath through her nose if she strained.

"Anyway, as I was saying before you interrupted. I thought we could have a
chat, just us girls. You see, I know you're jealous of me. I'm obviously way
better than you. I'm hotter than you, like waaaaay hotter. I'm smarter than you.
I'm stronger than you. I'm a harder worker. I'm more charismatic. I'm more athletic.
I'm gonna be better at magic than you in, like, a month. In short, I'm just
all around better than you. More of a woman." She ticked off all the ways she
outshone her older sister on her fingers.

"So given all that, I think we can both agree that your best bet would have been
to just aspire to be my favorite lapdog, though, honestly, you are way
under-qualified." She said said with a cruel chuckle.

"But, I want to put all that behind us. I'll start by giving you something
that I know you absolutely _desperately_ want." She smirked down at her sister
and let a dribble of milk fill her mouth.

Despite her burning hate, Vivian found that the taste of Nina's milk made it
all worth it. Nina could keep being as mean as she wanted, and Vivian would
just keep listening if she got to keep drinking. "You like that?" Nina laughed.
"Of course you do. Jeez, what a perv, wanting to suck on your own sister's tits."
She laughed, "Imagine that!"

"Ok, Viv," Nina said, "Here's the deal." Her fingers began to snap through
runesigns. "I'm gonna keep giving you milk, but I'm going to need something
in return."

As Nina completed the spell, Vivian understood exactly what her sister wanted
her to do. She thrashed and struggled, but she had no chance against Nina
in a physical contest. Nina just giggled and rode it out. She finally decided
to put a stop to it by cutting off the flow of milk.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!" Vivian said in indignation.

Nina laughed, "Awwww, come on, you can't get something for nothing. I have
what you want, you have what I want. Why can't we make this work?" She said
with a cruel grin.

Sobbing into her sister's smothering tit, Vivian gave in. "Ohhh, yes!" Nina
said, "You have so much magic big sis! So much more than Percy or even Dad!"
She gasped in pleasure as Vivian withered beneath her, "It's a shame you
never learned how to use it. Who knows, you might have even been able to
escape." She laughed. "But no, that's not possible. You're too dumb to
escape. The only thing you had going for your was your magic, and pretty
soon you won't even have that! Don't worry though, I think it suits me
way better."

Nina closed her eyes to better enjoy the last scraps of Vivian's essence
getting slurped up by her hungry boob. "Don't worry, your magic is going
to do great things." She said as the light died in her sister's eyes.

She got off of the shriveled husk that used to be her sister turned her
to ash with a quick spell. Afterwards, she walked back down to the hall
where her brother and father lay. With a few quick runesigns they were ash
just like her sister. She grabbed her corset from the floor where she had
let it fall and put it back on, cramming her breasts into place and pulling
hard on the cord to get it on. She fished a bag of coins from her cloak and
scattered a few of them on the ground need a window which she then smashed
with a quick force-lance spell.

Looking down at the ashes she suddenly began to hyperventilate, each
breath causing her boobs to heave impressively in her corset. "Oh god!"
She yelled in feigned shock, "Guards! Claymond! Oh god!"

The servants she had steered away with a few tugs on the bond which
tied them to her chest came rushing towards her. Claymond, the butler,
was the first on the scene. He didn't immediately understand what was
going on, especially due to his blond mistress's heaving bosom, but
eventually he followed the finger she was pointing at the heap of
ashes, "What happened Your Highness?" He asked.

"I-I just came home from meeting with the King, and I saw a man in
all black coming from Viv's room. D-Dad and Percy were asleep or
something and he just," She paused, letting out a sob, "He just
incinerated them! I grabbed him, but he got away and burst
through the window!" She said, putting a hand to her mouth in
horror. "I-I should have stopped him."

Claymond saw red. How could this happen? How could some assassin sneak
into the home of the most powerful sorcerer in the land and slaughter
nearly his entire family, and while Claymond was on duty to boot!
The guards had started to stream into the room by now, and Claymond
could see that the poor princess was completely overwhelmed by the
situation. She had sunken into a chair with her face in her hands,
her whole body shaking in big unladylike sobs.

"Search the grounds! He can't have gotten far!" Claymond commanded.
"Be careful though, he must be a powerful sorcerer! You!" He pointed
to one of the guards, "Go tell the king that Blake Fowler is dead.
Our enemies may strike at any moment!"

He cast about wildly, "You! Go to the chapel and start ringing the
bells. Who knows where this is headed!?!" The man he was pointing to
was actually supposed to be in charge of the detachment of royal
guards, and should have been the one giving the orders, but the
old butler was so forceful that he found himself rushing to obey
before he knew what he was doing.

=======================================================================================

General Alphonso paced nervously. The army had been on high alert for the past
day as the palace guard and the army scouts searched for the assassin. Nearly
24 hours after the chief sorcerer had been killed, they had still not found
anything, and Alphonso was pretty sure they never would. A man able to break
through the wards of the Fowler residence would have been able to teleport
himself away trivially. He looked at the other members of the King's council.
It was clear that they felt the tension too. The King was smoking his pipe
feverishly in an effort to calm his nerves. Barron Torrens was shuffling and
reshuffling a deck of cards. The dwarf prince looked icy calm, but then he
always did.

As usual, their Crown Princess had kept them waiting. They knew that nothing
would really happen until she arrived, so even though she was forty minutes
late, they continued to wait. Finally, they heard the distinctive clicking
of heels on the stone floor of the palace. The guards opened the door to the
council chamber with a bang, and Crown Princess Nina strode in with her head
held high.

One hand rested on the hilt of her sword, and her brilliant blue eyes flashed
with power and restrained anger. It was technically treason to go armed before
the King, but no one would have dreamed of stopping her. Her whole outfit
evoked a martial tone, making it clear she was spoiling for war. Calf length
black riding boots with a three inch heel clicked against the stone with each
step. Aside from the boots, her legs were scandalously bare except for a black
armored skirt. Though clearly inspired by the armored skirts worn with full
armor, this one only came down to her mid thigh and was not paired with thick
leather protective pants. At first, it looked like she was wearing one of her
signature corsets, but on closer inspection it was clear that the black top
was made of steel, though it did cover considerably less than a typical
breastplate, leaving the top halves over her breasts and her shoulders bare
and stopping a few inches above the top of her skirt. Her sword belt was slung
around her thin waist, and the bejeweled hilt of a dagger peaked out from her
cleavage, apparently sheathed in a hilt built right into her scoop-necked
breastplate. To round out the outfit, her hair was bound in a silk scarf of
the same mourning black as the rest of her clothes. Despite the circumstances,
she looked even sexier than she ever had before.

"Yesterday," She began without preamble, "an assassin broke into _my_ home
and cut through _my_ family like a scythe through a harvest field." She shifted
the grip on her sword. "I confess with a shame that will remain with me for the
rest of my days that I was unable to stop him. I was too new to my sorcery, and
lacking the arms to stop him. He likely would have killed me too if he was no
so alarmed at being discovered." She said, to a round of quiet hisses of
dissatisfaction. "I will make no secret of this councilors, this is _very_ personal
for me. I will have my vengeance." Her chest heaved with passion, presenting a
sight that would have made the most powerful men in the kingdom agree with nearly
anything she said.

"Here here!" Fleet Admiral Minshaw said, banging the table with an empty cup.
"We'll get the bastards!" The rest of the men joined in. Nina smiled at the
tumultuous agreement. She particularly liked Early Whitepine's promise to
"Break off their legs and stuff 'em up their asses!"

"Gentlemen, I thank you for your solidarity in this darkest of days." She said.

"Crown Princess, the question still remains, who exactly will we be taking
vengeance on?" Barron Torrens, ever the pragmatist, asked.

"Well, I wish we could have caught the assassin, but I think we can still be
pretty sure as to the fiends behind this cowardly attack." She said. "When
I tried to grab him, I ripped open his coin purse and these spilled out."
She held out a handful of coins which she deposited on the table. The
councilors passed them around.

"These are all minted in North Barrow." Barron Torrens remarked. The fact that
the northern province maintained an independent mint was one thing that sent
the Royal Treasurer up the wall.

"It might be a false flag. If this was done by our friends in Valian they
may cross the finger sea the moment we turn our attention north."
Fleet Admiral Minshaw said cautiously. The Admiral was perpetually focused
on their ancestral enemy to the south, so it was no surprise that he would
bring them up as the potential culprit.

"I agree Fleet Admiral. This is not enough, we need more information to
confirm any suspicion before we move." She turned to the dwarf prince,
"Prince Francis, tell them what you told me this morning."

Francis nodded, thinking back to their meeting earlier in the day.


"Sir, the Crown Princess is here to see you," Francis' assistant said.

"Show her in." He replied.

Nina swept into the room in a clingy black dress with a deep V that was
still eight inches wide when it was of a level with her nipples. "Princess,"
Francis said, "Can we get you anything? Tea?"

"No." She said, "I can't eat right now." She turned to look at his assistant,
"Out." She snapped. The man, a former field operative with an impressive record,
wilted immediately under her glare and scurried to obey.

Once the thick oak door closed, Nina turned back to the prince. "Prince Francis,
I am beside myself with grief. My whole being cries out for vengeance."

"And you will have it Princess." He assured her, "Even now pigeons are scattering
the word far and wide to our spies. We will find out who did this."

Nina sighed, "Thank you Francis. Thank you, but I fear such a search will take
too long. I _know_ it was the northeastern provinces. Why else would the man
have been carrying Barrow coin?" She asked, holding out a handful of coins.

"We have many good agents in the northeast, if they are the culprit, we _will_
find evidence." He assured her.

She sank down into a chair and sighed, her bosom heaving dramatically. "I fear
that will not be soon enough. Who knows what they plan to do while we are in
disarray." She said. "C-can you do something for me?" She asked, looking at
him with hopeful eyes.

"Anything princess," he assured her staring at the bulging bosom that was
level with his head even when the princess was sitting down.

"Just to make sure that we move quickly enough, can you tell the council
that your spies have uncovered evidence that this was the northeastern
rebels?" She asked.

Francis felt stunned. He had always known that Nina was power hungry and
selfish, but he had never expected her to do something like this, "You
killed them." He realized.

Nina looked at him balefully, "Oh drat." She said, reaching up to slip
the black scarf off of her head. "Was it that obvious?" She asked shaking
her blond locks free.

Francis realized that he was in a very delicate situation. She might decide
to kill him right there, "I-I mean after Vivian attacked you, you must have
felt like you needed to defend yourself. Make sure you stayed safe." He
said.

"Yes." She said.

"But why did you kill your father and brother?" He asked.

"They would have detected the spell I used," She explained. "And, they
might have interfered with my plans later on. I thought it best to tie
everything up with a bow all at once." She looked at him appraisingly,
"Now, you're a smart man Francis. You know that Lenor is already mine,
it's just a matter of how I take it. The question is, what side of
history do you want to be on?" She asked. "Remember, the rewards for
those loyal to me are... considerable." She said, slipping the straps
of her dress off of her shoulders and sitting up straight to thrust
her boobs out.

Prince Francis stared at those massive, pale, perfect breasts. He felt
as if he was falling into the dark cleavage they formed. "Y-yours." He
said to the girl who had as much as admitted she intended to kill his
brother soon.

"Good boy," She purred, drawing him in to suckle, "Now, this is what you
are going to say..."


"...My spies have turned up evidence of a northeastern plot. The
conspirators spoke in coded phrases and we thought they were much
earlier in the planning stages, but in light of recent events, we've
been able to crack their code. The evidence of their communiques,
strongly points to this being their work." The dwarf prince explained.
"Your Highness, if you want my resignation, you have it." He said,
turning to the King.

King Marcus opened his mouth, but Nina broke in before he could speak,
"Nonsense! Even the best spymasters miss something, and it is a testament
to your skills that you could crack a code in less than a day. We shall
not deprive the kingdom of one of her best weapons on the eve of war."
She said. The King closed his mouth, blinking. He tried to remember the
last council session where he had made a real decision. It had been the
one right before he appointed Nina to the council he realized.

"Now that the question of blame is settled, we must decide what we shall
do about it gentlemen." Nina declared. "I propose that we call the banners
at once and march north. If they launched an attack like this, they may
be marching south even as we speak. It will take time to assemble our host,
so there is no time to waste. We cannot allow the rebels to get the jump
on us!" She said, eyes snapping.

There was a mumble of assent. "I propose Princess Nina leads the army
north." Prince Francis said, seeking to curry favor with the power
hungry girl in the hopes of another drink.

General Alphonso had been expecting to lead the army north himself,
so he was a little put out by the idea of an untrained girl, even one
with the most perfect boobs he had ever seen, doing it instead. He soon
realized that the rest of the council was on board with the idea though,
and joined in with them in mumbling his assent.

Within moments, the proclamation giving Nina total military power until
the hostilities had ended was written up.

Nina smiled as the King signed it, "Thank you Your Highness. I promise I will
deliver vengeance." So saying, she spun on her heel and strode out of the room.
The entire council could not help but appreciate the way her massive ass swayed
back and forth beneath her tiny waist as she walked away.

============================================================================================

Nina steered her horse forward with her knees and then brought it to a stop.
Gracefully, she placed her hands on the pommel and lifted her body up in
a hand stand, bending her legs down at the waist so that she could place
her feet directly on the saddle and stand up. She turned to face the troops
arrayed behind her and made a quick series of runesigns to amplify her voice.
"We have tried to live peacefully with the north! When they rose up in traitorous
rebellion in years past we crushed their armies, but in our mercy, we allowed them
to keep a measure of independence!" The men's eyes were all glued to her body,
which was displayed in the same uniform she had worn to the council meeting,
though now her breastplate glowed with freshly transcribed runes.

"How did they repay us for our mercy?" She asked, her voice softening yet
still clearly audible, "How did they repay us for the love we extended to
our fellow countrymen? With more treachery! The north will never be satisfied
until the seat of Lenor is in North Barrow, not Pesh! I say this not just
for myself, as angry as I am that the snakes killed _my_ beloved father,
my brother, my sister. I say this for all the people of Lenor. We will
never be safe until we crush the traitors in our midst and forge the Kingdom
into a single strong sword!"

She paused, chest heaving with passion. She could feel the tendrils of her
Knack stretching out to grip the minds of her soldiers firmly. They were
*her* soldiers. She made sure of that when they dreamed of suckling from
their commander's big milky tits every night, they were shifting all of
their loyalty to her. Each night, the dedication they had for king and
country was eaten away to replaced with a fanatic devotion to their
princess. Now, she drew on that fanaticism with her Knack, fortifying
their will to fight. "Men of Lenor! Remember your orders, and make me
proud! We fight!"

She turned away from the army to face the northeastern troops which had
assembled to meet the royal forces and drew her sword, pointing it at
the enemy. The royal army began their advance, and the rhythmic clank
of armor filled the air as the men at arms marched forwards. Nina dropped
back down into the saddle and rode off to the right flank where she had
placed all of the heavy cavalry. Most commanders would have stayed back
so they could maintain a high level view of the battle, but Nina had decided
to delegate that to General Alphonso. He was quite a capable commander,
and she was happy to leave the implementation of her strategy up to him.
She knew she could do more by inspiring the men and personally taking the
fight to the enemy.

She cantered up to the cavalry, who were waiting on her arrival. A lieutenant
handled her a massive six meter long black lance adorned all along its thick
shaft with glowing runes. It was far too heavy for even the strongest of knights
to wield effectively, but Nina's amplified essence made her strong enough to do
so with ease. She balanced it on her stirrup and raised one hand in the air,
making a brief circling motion that she competed by pointing towards the cavalry
assembled on the opposite side. As one, the host of horse surged forward. Nina
grinned ferally as they closed ranks and thundered towards their enemy. She activated
the runes on her breastplate, and a skein of flexible force covered her from
head to toe, giving a faint tinge of dusky black to her exposed skin as if she was wearing
pantyhose everywhere. The only gaps were a set of three vertical slits over her mouth
and gaps for her eyes.

As the two waves of horse neared one another, a bolt of blue lightning forked
out from the enemy ranks and slammed into Nina's cavalry. Horses screamed and
men died. Nina lowered her lance and pointed it towards where the blast had
originated. She activated her weapon and a stream of black flechettes streamed
out of the tip, tearing into the enemy ranks and silencing the opposing sorcerer.
A moment later a huge flaming arrow rocketed towards Nina only to shatter on
a disk of black force that she soulcast into being directly in front of it. One
of the other sorcerers on her side sent thorny vines after her attacker.

The closer she got to the enemy, the more of them caught sight of her boobs
as they jiggled and quaked with the gallop of her stallion. Her armor spell
kept them from flying around too much, but she had deliberately avoided restricting
their motion entirely, knowing that the motion would help her enthrall more men.
She grinned as she felt her boobs establish a connection with more and more minds.

The sorcerers had stopped trading blows for the moment. The two armies were now only
20 meters apart. Impact was imminent. Nina flexed her Knack, and every enemy soldier
who had caught a glimpse of her bosom was suddenly consumed in the same dream

Nina was advancing on them, slowing unbuttoning a low cut dress, "Surrender."
She commanded them. They could not back up, as they were trapped against a wall.
"Surrender." She repeated. The seemed to be shrinking down until they were of
a height with her aggressive nipple, "Surrender." Her huge breast enveloped their
head, forcing her large and growing nipple between their lips. "Surrender." She
repeated filling them to bursting and then more.

The enemy dreamers grew completely disoriented. They yanked at their reigns, and
a few slammed into their allies, though for the most parts their horses were too
smart to allow that to happen. The Royall army hit the suddenly disoriented and
depleted ranks of the northeasterners like a hammer blow. Lances slammed into
armor and flesh at speed. It was bedlam. Within minutes the northeastern forces
had broken and began galloping back the way they had come.

"Ignore them!" Nina yelled, amplifying her voice magically. "Follow me!" She
said raising her black lance and wheeling to the left where the enemy infantry
stood.

The wave of royal horse thundered into the enemy from their flank. Nina
leaned down to hang sideways off her her challenger so that she could
skewer the enemy infantry with her lance. The sudden thunder of hooves
soon had the infantry running scared. Nina allowed her cavalry to chase
them down for half an hour before calling them all back with her booming
voice. The other flank of the infantry was still fighting, and she wanted
to make this route complete.

The rest of the battle was a forgone conclusion. Nina forced the rest of
the enemy army to surrender to her without condition. She lead her cavalry
and the dragoons she had held in reserve on a day long mop-up operation,
running down and capturing most of the enemy stragglers. A rump of enemy
horse had escaped, but without the core of infantry to back them up,
the war was over.

After the battle, they held a huge feast in camp, slaughtering pigs from
the baggage train and doling out a double ration of beer. The army chanted
"Princess Nina!" Late into the night. She even allowed a crowd of drunken
soldiers to carry her triumphantly around the camp on their shoulders
while she guzzled beer just as greedily as the best of them. Even if she
didn't have a firm grip on their minds with her Knack, they would have followed
her to hell and back after a victory like that.

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The Earl of North Barrow knelt in chains along with 300 of the most powerful nobles
in the north and the entire cabal of sorcerers who had served him. He raged at
his captors. They accused him of assassinating Blake Fowler and his children, but
he knew he had done no such thing. All he had done was try to defend himself and
his people from southern aggression. Of course, the Crown Princess and her officers
had been deaf to his pleas of innocence. Now, he had been hauled out of the dungeons
and brought to his own great hall along with a shocking range of other prisoners.
He had not expected the royal forces to be so wide-ranging in their sweeping up of
the nobility. He knew for a fact that many of these people were not involved in his
efforts at restoring true independence to the northeast!

They were kept kneeling on the floor of his great hall for hours. None of their
captors were in the room, but they were all chained together along a single long chain
stretched tight between two iron rings in the floor. Eventually, the prisoner's
raised their drooping heads at the sound of approaching footsteps. The doors to
the hall burst open and the Crown Princess herself strode haughtily into the room.
She wore a black sleeveless dress, with a V down to her waist and a thin cord
the only thing hiding her cleavage and naval as it criss-crossed back and forth.
The dress only seemed to come down to her mid thigh, and the Earl gulped as
the sight of all that flawless leg made him hard despite himself.

"Traitors." The Princess said disdainfully. They regarded her sullenly, none daring
to contradict her. "You have made the last mistake you will ever make in raising
your hand against the crown." She paced slowly along the whole like of them, her
spiky platform heels clicking ominously on the stone floor, "But don't worry, you
will have a chance to redeem yourself before you go." She smiled coldly at them,
reaching up to begin slowly unlacing her dress. When the cord was loosened, the
top of the dress fell away from her torso to dangle against the backs of her thighs.
Her breasts thrust forward, eager to be free of their confines. The prisoners watched
in awe as her breasts jiggled and bounced, unable to take their eyes off of her hypnotic
boobs. Nina smirked, she wasn't even flexing her Knack.

The Earl watched in envy as the Crown Princess swaggered up to the opposite end of
the line of prisoners and made a quick runesign, freeing two prisoners and grabbing
them to shove her tits in their faces. Even though she had defeated, humiliated and
imprisoned him, he desperately wanted to be allowed to suckle at her breasts just
like he did in his dreams. She made a complicated series of runesigns. There was
a pause while she whispered something in their ears, and a moment later the two
prisoners began to wither away, drawing in on themselves. The Earl watched in horror
as their hair turned gray and their skin grew wrinkled. They even shrank in height
until they were no longer able to reach the princess's huge bosom. Rather than bend
over to let them reach as they stood though, the princess remained resolutely upright,
allowing the two dwindling prisoners to dangle from her boobs by their mouths.
Eventually, the two prisoners stopped shrinking and the Crown Princess shoved them
off of her boobs like they were trash.

The whole time the prisoners had been withering away, Nina had been growing even
more gorgeous and vibrant than she already was. She was growing stronger and faster
too, but that was not as visible as the way her glow of health seemed to be
amplified. She shook back her gleaming blond locks and released the next two
prisoners. Like automata, they walked over to her and latched on. Again, she
leaned forward and whispered in their ears before making some runesigns. Again,
they began to dwindle.

The Earl watched as the Crown Princess slowly worked her way along the line of
prisoners, turning them to husks in pairs and casting them aside. Her beauty
grew apace with whatever dark spell she was using to drain the prisoners, and
despite himself, the Earl was rock hard at the sight of the cruel princess
sucking his friends and vassals dry with her boobs. It wasn't obvious at first
because it was so slow, but the princess was growing too. She was definitely
taller than when she had first entered the hall, and her breasts and butt looked
swollen. The Earl had no idea what she was, but clearly she was using them to
become even more powerful than she already was.

Nina moaned in pleasure. Eating people's souls was the best. It felt amazing
the way their essence was drawn into her to be gobbled up and merged with
her much more powerful self. She knew that by consuming their souls rather
than just killing them, she was making it impossible for them to have any
sort of afterlife, a fact which just made her even wetter. Her dress had been
feeling tight around her ass for a while now, and all of a sudden she heard the
straining fabric tear along her hip. She turned to look back, swinging her two
current victims around from the ends of her jiggling boobs. *Wow, my ass is getting
huge.* She thought to herself. Now that she knew to look out for it, she realized
that her boobs were bigger too. She could feel the way her Knack had grown stronger
along with her swelling bust.

The Earl looked up. He was the last prisoner left alive. The Crown Princess stood
above him, naked from head to toe, having abandoned the shreds of her dress and
her too-small heels a while ago. "Well well, look who it is." She chuckled, peering
down at him from over her massive bosom. "The Earl himself." She laughed, "You really
were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." She grinned and bent over to bring
her face closer to his, "You want to know a secret?"

*God she is so beautiful," The Earl thought, lost in her cerulean eyes.

"I know you didn't kill my family. You want to know how I know?" She asked
cocking her eyebrow, "Because I did." She giggled. "They were getting annoying,
and they just had to go. I thought I would make the best of it by crushing your
pathetic rebellion before it could even get started, and now here we are!" She
grinned. "Pretty soon, I'm going to take all of your land for myself, and you'll
be nothing more than just another soul that I gobbled up."

"N-no. P-Please." The Earl begged, still ramrod stiff despite his panic.

Nina laughed, "You really think I'm going to let you go just like that? No.
Here is what is going to happen. I am going to stick my huge tit in your unworthy
little mouth, and you are going to give me your soul in exchange. It's a fair
trade really, I'm sure you'll agree to it." She smiled down at him, "That is the
only way this spell works you know, if you agree to it." She knelt next to him
and grabbed him roughly, shoving her nipple into his mouth. She let a few drops
of milk escape, "You want more, you know what to do." She told him as she wove
the familiar runesigns. The Earl lasted all of a second before he caved. Nina
bit her lip as he dwindled away to a dry husk in a matter of moments. She had
gained the most power by draining his sorcerers, but draining the Earl himself
was the most fun. Nina loved power, and she loved humiliating those with it
nearly as much as possessing it herself.

She conjured a dress of shadows and padded out of the hall in bare feet. Despite
the lack of her six inch heels, she only stood two inches shorter than she had
when she entered the hall.

"I've carried out their sentences. Dispose of the bodies." Nina commanded
to the troop of soldiers who she had left waiting around outside before
she entered.

She walked back to the suite of rooms she had set up her headquarters in
and snapped her fingers to get the attention of one of her secretaries.
"I want this proclamation disseminated in the King's name," She said as
he readied his pen, "On this day, the tenth of May, the Earldom of
North Barrow, the County of Kilclap, the..." She listed the lands of all
of the nobles who had tried to stand up to the royal army, "... are from
this day forth dissolved." She said.

*Is she really going to do this? All the other nobles will revolt.* Thought
the scribe, but he said nothing.

"In their place, a new Duchy of North Barrow is formed and Crown Princess
Nina Fowler is hereby appointed as the first Duchess." She finished.

The scribe licked his lips nervously. He looked up at Nina. Best not to
ask if the King had really authorized this or point out that even the
King lacked the authority to make a move like this. He turned to go
get her provocative declaration copied.

As the man left, Nina pointed to one of her lieutenants. "Go fetch my
seamstress. Her name is Moyra Glen, she should be with the baggage train."
The dress of shadows she had conjured for herself did look fantastic on
her, but she didn't intend to wear it forever. "You can bring her to my
chambers." She said.

"Yes Princess," He said, scurrying off to obey.

Back in her chambers, Nina turned to the floor length mirror to assess the
changes that her. Before she had consumed anyone, Nina had been significantly
better than everyone else she met by her own assessment. No woman could hold
a candle to her beauty and sex appeal. She had been as strong and athletic
as a man. She had grasped sums and magical theory easily. Consuming all those
souls had made her even more *who she was*. The woman looking back at her was
like the ordinary Nina, only more so. Her huge breasts were even more massive.
Her tiny waist had not grown, making it look even smaller above her swollen
ass. Her golden hair almost seemed to glow with an inner light. Her ruby
lips were so sensually alluring that she even wanted to kiss herself. Her
eyes had a new intensity about them.

It wasn't just her looks that had improved. Her whole body felt alive with
energy, and she knew she could run for days without needing to stop, probably
faster than a horse too. After consuming just two people she had become a
blademaster practically over night. Now, she had gobbled up near 350 souls
with her domineering boobs, she felt confident of her chances against 1000
blademasters. After consuming her family, she had been able to reach a level
of magical proficiency equivalent to a recent graduate of the university
while the King's army gathered. Now, she doubted if the professors would have
anything left to teach her in a week. Experimentally, she tried soulcasting
the most complex illusion spell she had learned. The day before she would have
failed to fit the runesigns together two out of three tries. Now she soulcast
it without effort.

There was a knock on the door, "Enter." She said.

Moyra slipped inside, looking up at her mistress in awe. She had known
Nina for a long time, and it was clear that something had changed the young
noblewoman. Moyra had not thought it possible for anyone to be more beautiful
than Nina, but now her beauty had grown even further. The princess's beauty
reminded Moyra of how she herself looked. There could be no greater contrast
between Nina standing young, tall and proud with her luscious curves dominating
the space and Moyra who was old, short and bent with age. The girl made Moyra
feel like less than a woman.

"I've had a bit of a late growth spurt." Nina said, "I need you to measure
me. I need something decent to wear by tomorrow."

"Yes Your Highness." Moyra said, withdrawing her tape measure from her bag.
She began stretching it over various spans of Nina's frame.

"Bust." She said. Nina raised her arms. Moyra tried to loop the tape around
her mistress's massive chest, but the circumference was too great for the smaller
woman to reach around. She was saved when Nina took one end of the tape from
her and handed it back to her later. "64 inches." She said in soft awe.

Without being asked, Nina lifted her breasts so that Moyra could loop the
tape around her rib cage. Moyra had been constantly measuring her during her
teenage years as she grew up and out, so she was an old hand. "36 inches, no
change." Moyra declared.

"28 inches, no change." She said a moment later, as she measured Nina's waist.

Nina had to help her again with measuring her hips, "64 inches." Moyra declared
a moment later. A perfect hourglass, as always.

Moyra was short enough that she had to fetch a stool so that she could measure
the Princess's full height. She didn't strictly need it, but Nina had always
made her take the measurement to satisfy her own curiosity. "Six feet two
inches. You've gotten taller." The seamstress remarked, "How is that possible?"

Nina seemed unconcerned by it, "Oh who knows, I must just not have been done
growing or something."

"Yes, but I saw you just yesterday, to bring you the new corset, rem-"

"Moyra, don't you have more measurements to take?" Nina asked, cutting her off.

"R-right. S-sorry Your Highness." Moyra said. She finished up with several measurements
of Nina's legs and then hurried back to her tent. She and her assistant would not get
any sleep if they were to have a dress suitable for the princess done by the morning.

6'2" was extraordinarily tall for a woman. It was a height that many ladies of
the court might have despaired of, fearful that it would give them an unladylike
mannishness. It was clear that for Nina, such a concern would be absurd though.
She glowed with such a radiant beauty, such an overwhelming regally, that
it made perfect sense that she would be a little larger than life. Paintings
sometimes depict kings and queens as larger than their subjects, and her size
had a similar effect. Nina was like a ruler, only more so. She smiled to herself
in the mirror. She was going to take whatever she wanted and she knew that no one
could possibly stop her.

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Nina turned back and forth in front of the mirror inspecting her dress. The green
sleeveless garment, like most of her tops, used laces to hold together a wide V
and didn't cover any of the tops of her hypnotic tits. Lately, she had taken to
wearing very short skirts and letting her long smooth legs be completely bare to
the world, and this dress followed the trend with a skin tight skirt that stopped
only four inches or so below her crotch. She wore matching six inch platform
heels to round out the look. She looked absolutely devastating. She smiled, satisfied
with the outfit she had chosen for her 19th birthday party.

She thought back over the eight months since she had become the Duchess of North
Barrow. That moment had been such a sharp dividing line in her life. It was the
moment when she turned from a powerful and ambitious young noblewoman to something
more. Gobbling up so many souls had turned her into a demigoddess. Her Knack had
exploded in strength, letting her control the dreams of her victims perfectly
so that they were programmed to her precise whims. When she focused, she could
control the entire royal army at once even when they were awake. Of course, she
had only done so a few times as an experiment. The army was fanatically loyal
to their Crown Princess.

The 30 or so sorcerers she had consumed had given her a truly terrifying
level of magical power, and her talent for magic had exploded with her
swelling essence. A month after the consumption, her part time studies
had made her the most advanced sorceress in all areas of study in the
entire kingdom. Men and women who had spent 30 years studying a topic
were only half as knowledgeable or competent as the 18 year old girl
who only teleported back to the university to speed-read when she had
a few hours between firmly establishing control of her new Duchy and
sparring with all of the King's blademasters at once.

After she had paid personal visits to all the major towns in the northeast
to make sure that the important people had a chance to see her in a low
cut gown or one of her signature corsets, Nina was able to turn her full
attention to her magical studies. For her whole life, Nina had felt a deep
shame at being a Fowler with no sorcery, and getting to really dive into
magic had been therapeutic. For a while, she lost herself in the beauty
of it as she discovered new and more efficient ways to cast simple spells
and discovered whole new realms of power. She had tried to explain some of
her simpler techniques to the other sorcerers at the university, but after
the third new type of math she had to introduce before she could begin
explaining the applications, none of them could keep up. Eventually, she
had felt that she understood enough magic to satisfy herself for the moment,
though she was always taking time to explore more.

When she emerged from her scholarly pursuits and refocused on the world around
her, she soon picked up on a building conspiracy against her with some scrying
spells. Of course, none who had laid eyes on her perfect form was party to
the conspiracy, but there were still plenty in the kingdom to whom that did
not apply. The conspiracy was still in its early stages, so Prince Francis'
spies had not picked up on it yet. Nina found the idea of defying her amusing,
so she did not take immediate action, instead allowing it to build. She reasoned
that it was better to allow those who might organize against her to draw
one another out of the woodwork so she could crush them all at once. Even
now, she knew, they were plotting against her out in the countryside.

There was no point in dwelling on her enemies now though, she had a party to
attend. She turned on her heel and walked out of her luxurious suite towards
the ballroom. When she entered the ballroom and began to descend the stairs that
spilled down onto the main floor, the babble of voices died away as all the
playgoers looked at her in awe. Nina felt a thrill of pride at the way her mere
presence was enough to enthrall the onlookers.

Before she had consumed so many souls, Nina's sexual presence had been enough
to distract and tantalize, but it had really been her Knack which gave her
dominion over the minds of men. Now though, her natural beauty had grown to
a point where she hardly needed her Knack for domination. To look upon
Nina's devastating curves was to realize that she was superior to you in
every way. The submission that the blond was used to demanding through
the dreams she filled people's heads with was now enforced immediately
and without need for her Knack.

As she walked down the stairs, the whole huge ballroom seemed to light up with
her radiance. From her long perfect legs to her gleaming hair, she was perfect.
Her breasts jiggled and bounced hypnotically with every step she took down the
stairs, reminding every onlooker of the way they dreamed of the princess every
night. Her wide hips swung back and forth seductively, a motion which seemed
to emphasize the narrowness of her waist, and made her breasts sway back and
forth in counterpoint. Her blue eyes seemed to boor into the very souls of
the court, stripping them bare to the approaching goddess. Her nose absolutely
defined regalitty, on it's basis alone the onlookers would have named her a
queen. Her lips were full of sensual promise, intoxicating to look at.
Her jawline had such an incredibly elegant curve that it quite literally took
one's breath away.

"I hope you're having a wonderful night, my pets," Nina said, breaking the
silence as she approached the bottom of the stairs. "Now, let's have some
music." The band, who had fallen silent in awe along with everyone else,
hastily began to play once more.

Conversation resumed slowly once Nina got to the dance floor and was no
longer highlighted quite so prominently above everyone else, but the courtiers
near her remained entranced by her beauty. Nina snatched a flute of fairy wine
from a passing server and swallowed half of the potent liquor with her first
gulp. She moved around the hall from group to group, engaging in quick conversation
with each. She enjoyed the way the normally articulate nobles stuttered through
simple greetings and were unable to hold a train of thought. She could have
flexed her Knack to make them focus well enough to converse normally, as she
did when conducting business, but in a social setting she enjoyed making people
gasp at her overwhelming radiance like fish out of water. By the time she left
each group the men would all be sporting throbbing erections and the women
would be soaking through their underclothes even as they practically died
of envy.

She walked over to a single large table which had been set on a raised platform
at the head of the hall. No one else was sitting at the table, and it was
placed so that everyone in the room could get a clear view of her as she sat.
A servant pulled the throne-like chair out for her and she sat. King Marcus
III was at an unremarkable table by her feet, looking shriveled and utterly
irrelevant. Looking down at him, Nina remembered how different he had seemed
just a year before. She had held the court in thrall since she began to flower
into a woman, but in the last year she had utterly transformed it.

A parade of servants brought out dish after dish, first bringing a tiny
silver sample plate to the Crown Princess for her to sample, and then
bringing out the full sized dishes. For the most part, the food was up
to her exacting standards, but she sent back every fifth dish or so.
As she was served, the guests just watched. No plates or wine were set
in front of them, and they were too enthralled by Nina's beauty that they
hardly spoke to one another.

Each of the dishes set in front of the ravishing blond was large enough to
feed five men, but she put each one away in a minute or two. Nina had always
had a large appetite and efficient metabolism, but now her body could find use
for the food as soon as it entered her stomach. Her flawless stomach remained
perfectly flat even as she consumed vast quantities of food. She could feel
her muscles growing stronger though they remained the same size. Her magical
reservoirs swelled mightily as she broke down the food. Most of all though,
she could feel her milk glands working at full tilt. Her ever-full breasts
could hold far more milk than would have been physically possible for a
normal woman, even one blessed with her proportions. The space on the inside
of the princess's breasts was far larger than the outside, and if there was
a limit to her capacity, she had not found it yet.

She ate for hours, keeping the whole hall enthralled with her every movement,
though she was making no effort to do so. When she finished the last course,
she rose gracefully despite the barrels of wine she had just consumed, and
descended from her platform, each footfall causing her breasts to jiggle
and quake.

"I have a birthday present for you all." She said with a smile as she began
to unlace her dress. When the cord released, the most perfect breasts in
the universe shoved the fabric aside to project proudly out into the air.
Almost immediately, the assembled lords and ladies began to orgasm, soiling
their underclothes with their fluids in helpless lust. Nina giggled, "It looks
like you like it,"

She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly as the pleasure of letting down her
milk washed over her. She soulcast a spell, runesigns were beneath her now, and
the milk which jetted out of her nipples split into hundreds of white ropes
which jetted into the mouths of her guests. The hungry nobles were filled
with milk in seconds, and Nina cut off the flow of her mammeries just before
they would have burst. "If you're absolutely loyal, I might bless you like this
again." She declared, walking out of the hall as the court of Lenor continued
to cum in her wake.

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Flickering flames sprang from the seem where the walls met the floor,
climbing like vines and filling the wide hall with their red light.
Elizabeth Cray knelt on the stone floor watching as a figure in the
far distance approached. As far away as the tiny figure was, it was
clear that it was a woman from her curves. Elizabeth felt a bone
deep fear well up from her breast. She could already feel her will
eroding.

The figure had drawn close enough for Elizabeth to recognize the
Crown Princess by her gorgeous blond locks and incredible figure.
She was still too far away to make out her features, but she seemed
to be drawing closer faster than she should have at her casual walking
pace. As she walked, Nina trailed her fingers absentmindedly through
the flames to either side, apparently totally unaffected by them.
Despite herself, Elizabeth's mouth began to water.

The blue silk dress Nina was wearing shimmered and gleamed in the fire
light. She was only a hundred feet away now, and Elizabeth could feel
her gaze being dragged down to the girl's low cut bodice. A shiver
ran through her as she remembered the humiliation and submissiveness
she always felt as Nina's thick nipples filled her mouth in these dreams.
The princess suddenly looked up at her and Elizabeth gasped as the way
her icy blue eyes cut into her soul.

"Please," was all she managed to say before the voluptuous young noblewoman
was upon her. She didn't know if she was begging Nina to stop or to suckle
her.

Wordlessly, Nina unlaced her bosom and guided her oversized nipple into
Elizabeth's unresisting mouth where it swelled until her jaw ached. Only
once the milk began to flow did she begin to speak, "It feels good to
submit, doesn't it?" She asked as Elizabeth began to gulp. "Obey me,
in all things. There is no greater good than obeying my will faithfully
and dutifully." She explained. "I'm just so much better than you. The
best you can ever hope to do in life is serving me." Elizabeth fought
back against the onslaught, but she was overwhelmed. It was all she could
do to retreat back into a tiny kernel of herself that she buried in the
deepest depths of her mind and wait for the storm to pass. If she could
have woken, she would have, but Nina's dreams did not allow such an easy
escape.

Eventually, it did pass and Elizabeth woke. For half an hour she just
lay in bed trying to put herself back together. As a sorceress trained
in battle magic, she was quite resistant to mind magic, but ever since
Nina's campaign in the northeast, her dreams had become nearly strong
enough to break her. Every day, the part of herself that resisted the
urge to go running back to the capitol and tell the Crown Princess all
about the plans of her conspirators grew weaker. Every day, it took a
little longer to put herself back together after the dreams.

She spent the day working on charms to resit mind control, and by the
time she emerged from the workshop that Earl Souther had set her up with,
she hardly felt the princess's fell influence anymore.

"Professor, are you coming to high table?" It was Count Floren, one
of their conspirators.

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry, I must have lost track of time doing all this enchanting."
She replied, smiling at the man. Count Floren was short for a man, only a few inches
taller than her, but he possessed an intensity of presence and a feline grace
that reminded her of his reputation with the blade.

"How many charms to you have?" He asked.

"I just finished number 43." She said. She feared that it would not be enough.

"Sometimes a few good warriors in the right place at the right time is all that
it takes." He said, and she could see the light of conviction burn in his
eyes.

"Yes, a time that is fast approaching." She replied.

In the great hall, they saw that Earl Souther and Sir Greth were already seated,
their heads together as they spoke quietly of the logistics of their attempt
to free the King from the vile influence of his beautiful heir. A moment after
they sat down, the doors of the hall banged open.

Crown Princess Nina strode confidently in, one hand resting casually on the
hilt of a longsword belted around her waist. She wore tight black leather
pants and heavy boots. Her bosom was only minimally contained by a tiny black
leather bustier that left her entire midriff bare and which utterly failed
to conceal any of her cleavage with its thin laces. Tiny sliver runes blanketed
her outfit densely. "Earl Souther!" She called with a cheery smile and a wave,
"I was going to wait for you to come to Pesh to make your move, but you've
been so slow about it!"

The old nobleman rose unsteadily to his feet. He had tried to prepare himself
for the sight of the princess, but it had not been nearly enough. He was expecting
beautiful, but she was divine. He had known she was voluptuous, but her figure was
just so much more womanly than any he had seen before. Despite himself, he began
to grow hard at her approach. He could feel the charm that Elizabeth had made for
him growing warm at his throat and realized that he likely would have been prostrating
himself before the approaching vixen if it were not for its protection.

A bit unsteadily, the Earl drew his dagger and yelled, "Kill the usurper!"

"Usurper! You wound me?" Nina said in mock offense. Only half the guards had
started forward. Those who did not yet have protection charms stood rooted
to the spot, unable to drag their eyes away from Nina's massive pale mounds.

The blond princess seemed totally unconcerned as the guards closed the last
few feet to her, standing casually until the very last second when her blade
seemed to fly out of the sheath. Faster than the eye could follow, four
guards were down, two missing heads, one his sword hand, and the forth
with a broken leg from where Nina had kicked him. A wave of five more
arrived a moment later only to be met with the flickering steel tongue
of Nina's sword as it ripped them apart.

"Stop! Surround her!" Count Floren called, bringing some order to the chaotic
ranks of the would-be assassins.

"Yes," Nina taunted, "Take it slow, I want time to play." Watching from the
table, Elizabeth could tell that she meant it. Fear ran though her, but
she found that she could not move. Despite the charm she was wearing, she
was pinned in place by the sight of Nina's heavy chest.

"All at once! Now!" Count Floren shouted. They surged forward, but Nina
leapt up and over the constricting circle of steel, landing behind some
of her attackers. Her sword flashed, but this time there were no gouts
of blood. Her sword had only gotten close enough to part the leather thongs
that held the protection charms around her opponents necks. When the turned
to face her, she smirked as she watched them realize their only purpose in
life was now to serve her.

Her new slaves turned to fight their companions, but Nina flexed her Knack
and sent them scurrying over to the wall. She didn't need any help, and wanted
to enjoy this as much as possible. She grinned and surged forward, her blade
weaving a deadly pattern that sent her attackers weapons flying and parted more
charms from their owners.

Elizabeth watched in horror as the blond princess easily dispatched her swarm
of attackers, moving impossible fast and with perfect skill. She seemed to know
who the ringleaders were and deliberately left them alone. Eventually, she,
Earl Souther, Count Floren, and Sir Greth were the only people in the hall that
Nina had not enslaved.

"I must say, this was quite fun." She said with a smirk. "If only we could do
it again some time." Her blue eyes glinted dangerously, "Of course, after today,
you won't be around to make another attempt."

Swallowing nervously, Count Floren approached her, his sword drawn. Nina looked
him up and down scornfully, "You really think you have a chance against me alone
little man?"

Floren gritted his teeth and charged, he hated it when people made fun of his
height. His sword found nothing but air as Nina effortlessly dodged. "Here,
let's make this fair." She said, dropping her sword. Count Floren tried to
seize the opportunity, but Nina slid under his blade and reached up to yank
the charm off of his neck. "Nice try!" She said encouragingly.

The earl's dagger flew out of his hand when Nina kicked his wrist and a
moment later he was her slave as she pulled off his charm. Sir Greth
dropped his sword and brought his trembling hands up to his throat.
He voluntarily yanked off the charm, letting his mind be swallowed up
by Nina's domineering bosom.

"Well, that didn't go very well for you did it?" Nina asked with a giggle,
as she walked slowly over towards Elizabeth, "I was really expecting you to
chime in with some magic. I hear you are pretty good, it could have been
interesting!" She said.

She saw the way that Elizabeth was staring at her chest, and understood what
was going on, "Oh, I see. You've seen me before, but none of these guys have.
You've dreamed about me. It's amazing you've been able to hold out this long.
You should be proud!" She smiled warmly, "It must be so hard for you to resist."
She slid her hands over the hard leather of her bustier and pressed her boobs
together. "Dreaming that you're sucking on my big, sexy tits every night sure
does take a toll on your will, doesn't it?" She smirked, "It's ok to give in."

Elizabeth strained with all her will, but she felt her mind being drawn deeper
and deeper into the Crown Princess's dark cleavage. "Those charms you made
were adorable by the way, but I do have a little confession to make." Nina
said, making an apologetic face, "You guys seemed to be so excited about them
that I decided to suppress my Knack enough that they would work." She explained.
"But to be honest, it is a little uncomfortable keeping my power suppressed like
that." She explained, "Now that it's just us, you don't mind if I let loose a
little, do you?"

"P-please..." Elizabeth said softly, not looking away from Nina's massive chest.

"Ahhh, that feels so much nicer." Nina said. Her chest's perfection seemed to
double and then double again and again. Elizabeth tried to resist, but her mind
was like a leaf in a windstorm, even with the protection of the charm. All over
the hall, the recently enslaved began to orgasm at the sight of their mistress
in her natural glory. "You all become so useless when I don't suppress my Knack."
She explained to Elizabeth as the sorceress quivered in orgasm. "In this case,
I think I can forgive you though."

She turned around and walked to the center of the hall, "It's time to discuss
your punishment for treason. I am merciful, so I will give you something far
better than what you deserve, the chance to become part of me." She declared.
She reached up and undid the laces on her bustier, letting her straining boobs
shove the garment aside. Her huge pink nipples traced little circles in the air
as her chest jiggled. "If you give yourself to me, I'll let you drink some of
my milk as I eat your soul. Sound fair?" She said with a smirk as she let down
her milk. Thin streams of white fluid arched through the air to find the mouths
of everyone in the hall. As soon as it touched their lips, they began to wither
and shrink. Nina moaned in pleasure as their hair turned brittle and their
skin dried up. She could feel her muscles surging with strength though they
remained the same size. Her incredible beauty intensified even more and she
could feel her pants creak as her ass and hips expanded. Her magical reserves
swelled as Elizabeth was consumed.

All too soon, it was over, "Aww, I wish there were more traitors." Nina pouted.
With some difficulty, she put her bustier back on. In the end, she had to cinch
it tight enough that her breasts bulged out the top in order for it to cover
her nipples. She had clearly grown even more voluptuous than she had been when
she showed up to put down the brewing rebellion, and she felt taller too.
She soulcast a fire spell and the bodies were instantly incinerated in place,
leaving only a thin layer of ash behind. "I guess I'm done," she said. Teleportation
usually involved a precise ritual and multiple casters, but she just soulcast
and appeared back in the palace in Pesh a moment later.

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NEXT: Nina drains the king. There is a half-hearted funeral and her second
      combination birthday party/coronation in a row.
