Praxe entered the Western Wing and noted with some approval that it was far quieter than the Receiving Room; the three daughters of the House of the Red Star inhabited this section of the palace. These three were also the ones directly in line to the throne. Praxe thought that Asterex, the First of the House, was certainly sly enough to gain the kingdom. Bexla, the third-born, had already quietly declared to Praxe that she would not contest the right of any elder sibling who sat on the throne.
If Praxe considered herself a bit below average height and weight for a Yaldixian, then Bexla was ridiculously tiny, and had been quite sickly as a child. Her nurse and lover, Umi from the Southern Reaches, had brought cures from country to the Third Sister, cures that had been the only ones that actually worked. Umi had not returned to her home, even though she claimed to be afraid of the imposing forms of the powerful Yaldixians.
"As long as it's you, Sister," Bexla had said to Praxe with a small smile. "I'm far too frail to rule. You're the best person to be Empress after Mother."
If only it was that simple, Praxe thought as she stepped inside the long hallway which led her own rooms, removing her armour and placing the components on a shelf to be cleaned in the morrow. Asterex was a social marvel, currying favour with the rich business-owners and making sure those with power were satisfied with gifts and honours. All Praxe did was work hard to defend their territory. Also, from the time they were young, Asterex had maintained a very heavy presence in Praxe's life...to the point of a worrying obsession. Few people had dared to go near Praxe nor touch her overtly for fear of rousing Asterex's horrible wrath. As a matter of fact, Praxe had only seen twelve summers and Asterex five years older when the First of the House declared that Praxe was her Sister-Wife for all eternity.
Duxa, tickled by this firm declaration, had even orchestrated a mock-wedding between her children. It had been an occasion to rival all others, and Asterex had spent nearly the entirety of the ceremony stroking and fingering her young bride, bestowing soft kisses on her lips and guiding her small sweaty hand to grip Asterex's long, hard cock. The wine and heavy smoke had dulled Praxe's already flustered senses, and she barely saw the hungry expressions in the eyes of the witnesses as Asterex pushed her prick into her mouth for the first time. She remembered her hair being gripped tightly and her head forced back and forth to take in Asterex's length, and the hooded expression in the First's eyes as Praxe stared up at her dazedly. Asterex had yanked out her cock and let her cum spurt out over Praxe's mouth, chin and chest, smearing the juices around Praxe's pert nipples with the flared head. Later, in Praxe's room, she'd instructed Praxe to thrust her cock up inside the dripping slit of her pussy, then her clenching asshole. Praxe thought it had been clumsy fucking on her part, but she hadn't been able to focus properly, not with the large, carved phallus that Asterex had twisted up into her own bottom. It jiggled and hurt every time she had pushed into Asterex's rectum; when she had complained about it, Asterex had laughed and pinched her nipples, hard.
Even with all this pain, Praxe had managed to come, shooting her hot fluids deep inside Asterex's bowels. She had been completely boneless when Asterex rolled her onto her back, pulled out the phallus which had plugged her anus and then pushed her revived erection into the girl's gaping hole. Praxe had been overwhelmed with sensation: the massive feel of Asterex's cock throbbing inside her; the slide of hot wet tongue on her nipples and up her neck, thrust into her mouth; her spent and twitching prick trapped now and again between their bellies, rubbed raw. Her wrists had hurt for days after from the vice-like grip Asterex kept on them with one hand, pinning both to the bed.
The consummation left her young body tender and sore, yet she let Asterex take her again in the dawn, forcing her slender frame onto her hands and knees and practically climbing into her pussy from behind. Duxa thought it was all a grand time. It was only a few years later that Praxe realised the entirety of Asterex's machinations: even if Praxe was chosen to become Empress, Asterex would still wield a considerable amount of power.
Praxe let out a tired sigh now, pushing away hazy memories and political intrigue for the moment. She trudged, naked, down the long hallway and turned right into the bathing room, grateful that her maidservant Tecuxi had made sure the water in the two sunken baths had been kept warm for the night, and that the lamps were lit. She vigorously scrubbed away the dirt of the road in the shallower of the baths and rinsed off. Then she went down into the deeper pool to pour a pitcher of scented water over her dark hair, and simply swim around for a few moments. Idly, she stroked the flaccid length between her legs and then stroked the slit of her cunt, not quite attempting to arouse herself.
She paused in the middle of her wash, tilting her head and listening to the stillness; distantly, she heard a low moan and shook her head. Asterex was probably in Praxe's sleeping room, playing with a servant or two. She had her own quarters, but Asterex had insisted on invading Praxe's space ever so often.
Praxe rose, water streaming down her body. She reached for the diaphanous robe which was slung over a nearby stool; she pulled it over her shoulders, the material sticking to her wet flesh, revealing everything. She exited the bathing room, the thick rugs which were strewn across the floor shielding the soles of her feet from the cold stone of the floor, and walked right across the corridor into her own sleeping space, stopping short at the view of her bed.
Asterex, her sheaf of long, thick hair coiled over one shoulder, was lying on her side. She was wearing a long blue dress with a neckline that plunged so deep, that her decorated breasts were exposed. Silver rings were bored into rouged nipples, and a delicate chain connected each one. Asterex was the beauty of the Yaldixian empire, famed for her perfectly curvaceous figure and lovely features. Her golden eyes, a colour a few shades lighter than Praxe's, glittered up at Praxe with ill-concealed delight.
She raised one smooth arm, in a welcoming motion to Praxe as if the thick pile of comfortable rugs placed in the large, box-like frame didn't belong Praxe herself. Asterex smiled, demonstrating the enigmatic expression which was the inspiration for many a poem and painting. Praxe stared at her for a moment, taking in the erect cloth-covered lump underneath Asterex's dress, before looking at the two girls fucking in the middle of the bedding.
The younger girl, with her straight black hair and narrow features, lay on her back with her dark fingers pressed over her mouth, stifling the moans. The other, older girl had a mass of short red curly hair. Her head was bobbing between the younger girl's trembling legs.
Asterex rose from the spot from where she had been observing them closely, walking over with that same smile that Praxe had learned to distrust over the years. She opened her arms and Praxe stepped into them, accepting a deep kiss. Asterex's tongue flickered expertly inside her mouth, and despite Praxe's overall exhaustion and exasperation, she felt herself harden against Asterex's thick prick.
"Mmm," Asterex purred as she pulled away and stroked at Praxe's damp hair. "Welcome home, darling."
Praxe moved away from her touch, peering over Asterex's shoulder. "Who are they?"
Asterex chuckled and stepped behind Praxe, hooking her chin on her shoulder. "Sixa is the little dark-haired one. Naxe is the other. Aren't they so like us?" Her full lips brushed against the lobe of Praxe's ear.
It was true; they were perfect copies of Asterex and Praxe at that age, with even what appeared to be the same age-difference. Praxe thought that they even might be half-siblings, like Asterex and herself. Of course, they were probably closely related to Asterex and Praxe as well, the offspring of siblings and cousins to the Empress.
One of Asterex's hands reached around to cup possessively underneath Praxe's breast. "They should belong together, like us," Asterex murmured and pinched at the nipple through the thin cloth. "Forever. Come," she said, coming around to grasp Praxe's wrist. "I'll take Naxe, and you will take Sixa."
Asterex pulled her to kneel on the soft bedding, and then released Praxe to grab at Naxe's hair, yanking her roughly away from Sixa's crotch. Instantly, the girl began to fight, scratching and flailing as Asterex flung her down on her back and pushed up the long silken fabric wrapped around the girl's waist, part of the traditional wear of most individuals living in the House of the Red Star.
"She's mine!" Naxe bellowed, her round breasts bouncing in conjunction with her straining cock. She tried to reach for Sixa, who curled away from her, dark eyes wide. Sixa was nude, without the traditional Yal long skirt or the loose top; she and Praxe watched as Naxe bit and snarled at Asterex, who snarled right back, shoving open the girl's legs. Asterex hauled up her own dress, gripped her thick leaking prick and shoved it into Naxe's cunt without warning nor preparation.
Naxe howled and arched her back, nearly bucking Asterex right off; Asterex cackled, pulled back so that the tip of her cock was the only part which remained poised between the fleshy lips of the girl's pussy and shoved back in again. Naxe clawed at her breasts, yanking at the chain. Asterex hissed when her nipples were pulled, and pinned Naxe's wrists to the bed, ramming into her repeatedly.
Praxe noticed that even as Naxe cursed and twisted, her own prick remained rigid, and her strong legs had wrapped around Asterex's waist. She turned to Sixa and blinked as she found those solemn eyes fixed in her direction. Trying out a small smile, she was surprised to get one in return.
"Hello," she said softly and tried to ignore the throaty grunts to the side. Sixa's glance skittered over to Naxe and Asterex, then returned to Praxe again.
"Hello," Sixa answered and bit her lower lip. Praxe noticed that she was small for a Yaldixian, like Praxe herself. Praxe held out a hand, knowing that if she didn't fuck Sixa, Asterex would most likely take the girl when she was done with Naxe. The First Sister had an appetite for sex which rivalled Duxa's, and that was saying a lot.
Without hesitation, Sixa crawled into her lap, put her arms around Praxe's neck and pressed an almost chaste kiss to her lips. She pulled back and spotted the surprised expression on Praxe's face, then blushed.
"Apologies, General," she whispered, shifting around to get a more comfortable position with her knees on either side of Praxe's thighs. Praxe groaned as the girl's bottom rubbed against her stiff cock. Sixa flushed even more under the dark tone of her skin. "I'm so sorry, Second Sister, I--"
"Shhh." Praxe took her chin in one hand, leading her into another kiss. It was obvious that Sixa had never been kissed properly, and Praxe set out to teach her how, with gentle movements of her tongue and lip. Sixa melted against her, her small breasts pressing into Praxe's larger, softer ones. In a few years, hers would be just as big, and probably suited to her height. She would probably live under the shadow of her sister's fiery beauty, but Praxe had learned to appreciate that the darker hair had its own attractions.
Praxe urged her up to her knees, still kissing her deeply as she slipped a hand between them and fondled her cunt, feeling the fleshy lips which were still soaked with Naxe's saliva and lightly covered with fine pubic hair. Moving up a bit more, she cupped the alert little prick in her hand; some Yaldixians had massive cocks, and some had some so small that they protruded from the cunt-lips by only a few inches. Sixa had a very small one, and Praxe thought it was charming.
Sixa was moaning into her mouth, her hips writhing eagerly as Praxe continued to fondle her, moving from cock to pussy with practiced urgency. Praxe finally urged her up on her knees, gripping her own cock and holding it upright, then murmuring in encouragement as Sixa sank down on her throbbing pole.
"That's it," she said and kissed Sixa's neck as her soft, wet channel seemed to suck Praxe in. As deliciously tight was she was, Praxe encountered no resistance to her intruding length, and she thought she would be right to assume that the girl's membrane had been breached long before now. Sixa reached all the way down, and Praxe let the girl set the pace, bouncing up and down in her lap. Praxe sucked a red mark into the middle of Sixa's neck, looking over her shoulder at the other two: Asterex had turned Naxe over onto her hands and knees, and was pounding into her from that position. They had somehow turned towards Praxe and Sixa; Naxe cried out with every thrust, her lips quivering with pleasure as she jerked roughly between her own legs.
Praxe lifted Sixa off her lap, ignoring the girl's whimpered complaints even as her cock slipped out and smacked wetly against her taut stomach. Quickly, she pushed Sixa in that space between Naxe's arms; Sixa helpfully wriggled down until she was face to face with Asterex's cock being thrust repeatedly into Naxe's snatch.
Asterex made a happy little groan and Praxe knew that Sixa had begun to lick at the seal of their joined flesh. It was something that Asterex liked, and Praxe knew that well. Naxe had already dived back down to feast on Sixa's cunt, sticking her tongue deep inside and stubbornly refusing to let Praxe re-insert her cock. Praxe shook her head, vaguely amused at the girl's daring, and grabbed a handful of her curls to force her head up and away. Praxe pressed herself inside that tight hole once more, establishing a rhythm as Naxe gave sullen licks to her cock as it pistoned in and out.
Praxe felt her release gathering in the base of her stomach; Asterex came first however, gripping Naxe's hips tightly and shouting out her orgasm. Naxe cried at as the cum gushed deep inside her, and a shudder shook her body. Praxe could hear the frantic slurping beneath them as Sixa licked at the overflow of fluid, and that seemed to push her right over the edge, her body locking as she buried herself deeply inside the girl and her cock pumped out in thick spurts. Sixa's pussy clenched fitfully around Praxe's softening prick, and her face was covered with spunk when Praxe pulled her from underneath Naxe and Asterex. She used her own robe to wipe at the girl's face, and got a sweetly tired smile in return.
Silence reigned for a moment, punctuated only by sharp breathing which evened out gradually. Asterex arose with a yawn, ran a hand through her long hair and then raised her eyebrows at Praxe.
"I think we should keep these two," she said. Praxe shrugged, Sixa gave her a quick, hopeful glance but Naxe frowned.
"I don't want to be kept," Naxe said and cowed a little under Asterex's thunderous expression. "Apologies, First Sister," she mumbled, no doubt recalling the stories of how Asterex punished rudeness.
"I do," Sixa spoke up quickly in her gentle voice, glancing around Praxe's room. "It's nice in here, and not like the Red House. Too many people there."
It was as Praxe suspected; most of the family of the Red Star lived in that house. Duxa wasn't a particularly attentive Empress, but at least she made sure her family was sheltered and fed.
Sixa went on, pleadingly, "Don't you want to stay here with me?" and Naxe's hard expression melted. It was obvious she was extremely protective and possesive of Sixa. Praxe suddenly hoped that she wouldn't get the same ideas as Asterex did, to lay claim to another person and terrorize anyone who dared to even look at them. Sixa seemed very mild-mannered, and she probably wouldn't struggle for some semblance of independence as Praxe had; if she hadn't, she wouldn't have been a General now...even though she was still trapped under Asterex's stifling influence.
"You'll stay," Praxe said, and Sixa smiled. Naxe, seemingly stubborn and disrespectful even in the presence of the First and Second Sisters, simply grumbled under her breath.
"I'll beat some manners into you soon," Asterex promised with a nasty smile and Naxe's lips tightened. "Believe me, I shall. I will see you in the morrow, Praxe."
Praxe nodded at her, watching her sway out of her quarters. When she looked back, Naxe had already dragged Sixa underneath one of the lighter rugs, covering their bodies completely. Sixa's eyes peeked out from over the edge of the covering, half-lidded with sleep.
"Thank you, Second Sister," she murmured.
"Call me by my given name," Praxe said, tugging over a covering for herself.
"Praxe," Sixa said and closed her eyes fully.
Praxe slept deeply, awakening later in the night to find that a servant had been in to douse most of the lamps. She also heard a furtive squelching sound, and kept her breathing regular as to not alert the two girls to her alert state.
"Naxe," she heard Sixa whisper fretfully. "I'm so sore."
"That's your fault for taking that big cock, like you wanted it," Naxe whispered back, sounding fierce. "Look at this, there's still some inside you. I'm going to dig it all out, myself."
"No, no." Sixa moaned, and then gave a broken little cry.
"This is my little pussy," Naxe said, each word punctuated by a breathless grunt. "Say you love me."
Sixa obeyed instantly. "I love you. Oh, ow...please, Naxe."
Praxe was about to get up and pull Naxe off her, when the older girl seemed to relent.
"You'd better get me off, then. I'm still hard."
"All right," Sixa whispered and Praxe listened to the quick stripping sound of her hand on Naxe's cock. She waited for them to fall asleep, before going into the dark herself.
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