The Talwak Way

“So do you understand the importance of this occasion?” Said Queen Trium, “It is critical that you do.”

Princess Valia sat across the dining hall from her mother, divided by 10 seats and empty space. There was no meal set, but a pair of servants were currently pouring tea for her mother. An advisor stood on each side of her mother, with the grand royal advisor over her shoulder. Her mother’s personal bodyguard, Sir Tully, was standing at attention three paces from the queen’s side.

“Yes mother,” She said, “I think I understand.”

Valia didn’t understand. Of course, the whole conversation was a long one that had grown complicated as the days went on. A year ago, this was just supposed to be her 16th Name Day, she would celebrate, dance to the music of the minstrels, and have a banquet. Now everything was different.

Queen Trium held a silk covered hand up and the tea stopped. She pulled the cup up to her lips, supported gracefully in one hand, and sipped lightly with her eyes closed. The tea cup went back down, landing on the table without even making a noise. Her mother brushed a single loose blonde strand from her face and back toward the regal bun holding the rest of her hair.

“I know this has all been placed on you quickly, dearest,” Her mother said while motioning the servants away, “But without Galvantia, our capital will be under siege within the year.”

Galvantia was their ‘neighbor’ across the Shallow Sea. An odd kingdom, as far as Valia understood them. They had two kings, who ruled amicably, and even took to holding hands. She found them as a whole, quite queer. 

More importantly, Galvantia had a military might that dwarfed their own. So powerful was Iron Crown that father, King Tuck, asked for their alliance. Which to Valia, wasn’t strange at all. They had many allies, and none of those alliances required Valia to take part in any ‘rite of joining’. 

“I just don’t understand why this has to happen today,” Valia said to her mother, “Will I still have my ball?”

“My dear,” Said the queen with a courtly smile, “You will have many balls. Tonight you will become a woman, at the hand of the most prestigious general within Galvantia. Didn’t you finish your lessons about the rite of joining?”

The servants came to Princess Valia’s side, and instead of pouring from the cup of tea, they pulled out a small glass cup. The cup was filled from a vial, a dark black liquid that barely moved once it was allowed to settle. Then a small amount of tea was added on top of it. Then the cup was placed in front of her. 

Valia watched it suspiciously.

“I regret to say, no,” Valia admitted, “Mrs. Roundworm would blush whenever we spoke, then I would blush, and then she got so quiet that I couldn’t hear anything at all. Whatever it was, it didn’t seem fit for a princess.”

Her mother took in a breath, and Valia knew she said something wrong. Navigating her royal duties was difficult enough, but her mother was so perfect, so beautiful, it was hard to compare.

“Everyone,” The queen said, “Please leave.”

Without a word of protest, the servants all stood from their places, and walked out of the room. Trium put a hand out to stop the tea servants, and they put down their tray, vial and all, on the table before her. The room cleared out, and Valia took a long breath.

“I’m sorry mother,” Valia said with her eyes low, “I’ve failed you again.”

Trium stood, the chair barely making a sound, and walked across the room.

“My lovely daughter, you have not failed me. I have failed you.”

Valia touched her glass, but she was still afraid to drink it.

“This wasn’t the life I expected for you,” Trium said as she reached the Princess, “But it is one you can excel at. You are my daughter, after all.”

Valia looked into her mother’s eyes, and saw a smile at the edge of her lip. She was never much to her mother, they rarely even got to talk outside of planned meetings. This though, it was her chance to show her mother that she was prepared for all the responsibilities of a woman at court. She was queen material. 

“I can do this,” Valia said with her fist squeezed, “I won’t fail you.”

“Take a sip of your tea,” Her mother said.

Valia looked at the cup once again, “What is it?”

“A concoction that assisted me at your age,” Her mother said, “Now it should serve you as you do your duty.”

Her mother touched the glass, and Valia picked it up, taking a slight sip. It tasted as gross as it looked, a thick fluid that slid down her throat like molasses. It burned on its way down, why it was in tea at all she didn’t know.

“Are you aware that I have invoked my right of first night?” Her mother asked.

Valia simply lifted an eyebrow, which she remembered wasn’t proper and quickly dropped.

“The queen may, upon learning of a rite of joining, request to be present during the ceremony,” Queen Trium said, “Considering you are my daughter, and this night is important, I will be there to assist you at every step.”

“Really?” Valia said with a gasp of surprise, “Oh thank you mother.”

“Drink your tea, dear.”

Valia took another sip, and the thick liquid joined her first taste, making a long path through her body.

“The most important thing you need to know is that a man is the same in the court as he is in the bedroom.”

Valia didn’t understand that, but she nodded anyway, and took another sip.

Queen Trium turned her back on her daughter, locking her hands behind her as she made small circles and lectured.

“The principal weakness of any man is that he needs to be needed. It is their urge to be in charge that leaves them so easy to control. Ask a man to open a door for you, and he will not question why the door must be opened. Tell a man that only he can take you, and he will defeat giants to share your bed.”

Valia nodded, and the motion made her slightly woosy. 

There was fanfare outside, and Valia jumped to her feet. When she stabilized, she skipped to the window and looked out over the courtyard, it was the Galvantian convoy. 

“Look mother,” She said while pointing, “It is their Forged Wagons.”

The mechanical monstrosities grinded into the court, pouring clouds into the air above. Three of them came to a stop, and guards in heavy armor piled out to surround the center wagon. When the door opened, a serious man exited, wearing just as much armor as the guards, minus a helmet.

Queen Trium was standing behind Valia now, “I believe that is him.” The queen said.

The man, General Rask, looked up to the sky and managed to find the eyes of the two noble women looking to him.

“A little rough,” Valia said, “Isn’t he? Would I have to stay with him forever?”

She always had dreams of a charming husband, a man that would sweep her off her feet. Valia and her cousin spent long nights discussing the different princes and nobles within the neighboring kingdoms. Rask was not one of their fantasies. 

“You will learn to love him,” Trium said, “Now go back to your seat.”

Valia nodded to her mother, and went back to sit down. She was feeling heavier now, but also warm and cozy. It was an odd situation, that wasn’t unwelcome. 

“What do I have to do during this rite?” Valia asked before taking another sip.

“You have done more than enough by caring for that young body I have gifted you,” Trium said. She placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder, and ran her silk gloves along her daughter’s collar. It sent an odd shiver through the young woman.

“But what exactly, mother,” Valia insisted.

“Be open,” Trium said, “Bear his weight, and tend to his urges. I will direct you in the rest.”

The doors opened, and a page entered to announce the general. Two guards entered before him, then the man, still large in frame without his armor, strolled through the doors. His eyes were sharp, and darted between the woman and daughter. He lingered on Valia, then bowed to them both.

“General Rask,” Queen Trium said, “You have agreed to marry my young daughter, the princess Valia. Our house thanks you, and welcomes you. You may rise.”

Rask stood again, then took his seat at the table.

“I was told,” Rask said, “That to seal this alliance, a ritual was required. I’m afraid I do not understand the details.”

Valia looked at the man, now close enough to him that she could reach him in a few paces. Her vision seemed to swim around him, highlighting the man like a lantern’s glow. Her chest felt warm.

“Understandable,” Trium said, “Our people’s traditions have given us much grief, and I’m afraid that is why we need the strength of Galvantia today. That said, Talwak needs a strong heir, and scripture says that to secure this, royal couplings must happen the night of arrangement.”

Rask looked at Valia, the young girl’s face turning beet red under his momentary attention.

“She has bled?” He asked.

“I assure you,” Queen Trium replied, “King Tuck offers you a daughter who will give you children that live up to your brave legacy. We ask for you strength, and we will strengthen your name.”

Valia hiccuped, and all eyes turned to her. She covered her mouth in shame, and now she could feel that something wasn’t quite right. It had to be the assistance her mother gave her. Her head didn’t feel screwed on right, and her temperature felt off from head to toe.

Rask and mother were talking, and then all at once, she saw that Rask stood, and her mother beckoned for her to follow. She did, following behind Rask as he headed for the door. She noticed her mother pick up a familiar vial, and take a swig from it. 

They walked the halls in silence, and Valia kept her head down. It was all she could do to make sure her steps were one foot in front of the other. The door was opened to her bed chambers, and Valia walked inside and sat in a cushioned chair just before her bed. 

The door shut, and there remained Valia, Rask, and Queen Trium.

“I assure you,” Said Rask, “I can take it from here.”

“I have no doubt,” Said Queen Trium, “But there is another tradition of Talwak that I must execute. If you’ll take a seat, Sir Rask, I believe you will not be disappointed.”

Rask had no room to question, and sat down in another chair.

“Are we starting, mother?” Valia said with a childish smile. 

Trium walked to her red-faced daughter, and pulled her chin up with a finger. Valia looked her mother in the face, and saw an expression she didn’t understand. Gone was her mother’s usual grace, and now a strong blush was in the queen’s cheeks. Her lips approached Valia’s, their eyes locked.

Valia let the contact happen, her mother’s tender lips locking over her own. It was a foreign stimulation, but she kissed back, enjoying the sensual peck. Then her mother returned again, this time her tongue piercing through to Valia’s mouth. Her mother’s tongue wrapped around hers, and Valia mirrored her move, eager to show she could be just as good. The kiss made her heart beat, she could hear it, feel herself breathing deep with each turn of tongue.

When her mother let her loose, Valia’s mouth remained open. A thin line of saliva connecting them as Valia tried to catch her breath.

“I feel nice,” Valia told her mother, “Does it always feel like this?”

Queen Trium let out a sigh, her face looking flushed, “It only gets better.”

They kissed again, and this time Valia felt her mother’s hand at the top of her dress. The silk-gloved fingers slipped into her top, sending flames of excitement through her as they trailed her skin to her nubile breasts. She didn’t realize her nipples were hard until her mother took one between her fingers, circled it, and tweaked it. 

Valia moaned into her mother’s mouth, her breath fading into the Queen’s hungry lips. 

Her breasts were being massaged, her nipples squeezed and teased, all of it was so new. She didn’t know if it was proper for a royal woman, but it felt perfect.

Valia felt herself being forced to stand, and she let her mother push her back onto her bed. The bottom of her dress was lifted, revealing her undergarments. Her mother tugged and pulled, the material sliding away, exposing her to the air. Then silk fingers touched her netherlips. Why was she so damp?

“Sir Rask,” Queen Trium said, “As you can see, my daughter is in need of something only you can provide.”

The princess swallowed, “Yes, General Rask, please.”

The general sat in awe of the scene before him. The bulge in his trousers said that he wasn’t unaffected, but this wasn’t the way things happened back in Galvantia. 

He stood, untying his pants as he approached. When he reached the edge of the bed, he pulled his pants down and stepped out of them.

Queen Trium kneeled there on the bed beside her daughter as the great general mounted her.

Valia looked up at him, “Please, Sir Rask,” She whispered, “I feel a fever coming on. Please help me.”

He pressed against her, and Valia let out a soft moan at the mere presence of his manhood. When he pushed into her, her lips parted in a silent cry.

The queen touched Rask on the cheek.

“I hope she is to your liking,” She whispered, “The most beautiful daughter of Talwak.”

Rask could only nod.

Trium turned her attention back to her daughter, fingers massaging her now exposed breasts. Each twirl of her pointer finger forcing her daughter’s eyes shut in ecstasy. 

“Note her sensitive bosom,” The queen said, “A sign of good breeding.”

“Please breed with me,” Valia whispered.

Queen Trium kissed her daughter deep, and Rask’s continued thrusting forced the young girl to moan a long tale. The Queen’s tongue probed her daughter, finally leaving her when she stepped off of the bed.

Rask couldn’t hide his excitement now, and his brow was marked with the sweat of his work. Valia could feel him inside her, every thrust filling her with a growing sense of bliss. It seemed to stack, her body glowing with an oncoming pressure.

“One small trick from the scriptures,” Queen Trium said from behind Rask, “If you will allow it.”

Her tongue ran over his balls, and she could feel them tense in response. She knew a man’s weak points, the places that made them virile, despite age or persuasion. Her tongue pierced deep into him, seducing him with powerful twists into places the man had likely ignored his whole life.

“Do you like me?” Valia asked Rask.

His whole body was at its limit, Queen Trium’s efforts forcing the issue. He thrusted deep within the young princess. Her back arched as her dam of pleasure broke, her toes curling in her lust. Rask grew within her, then his seed spilled.

Valia let out a sigh of relief, “He really likes me.”

The happy couple lay in each other’s arms, and slept that way.

It was later that night that Queen Trium kneeled before King Tuck.

“You should have seen Valia,” She said, “You would have been proud to call her your daughter.”

The king was in full regalia, though it was only him and his queen in the room. He was seated in the royal throne, the hall echoing their every sound.

“You believe the alliance will go as planned?” He asked.

“Better than that,” Queen Trium said, “I believe Valia will assure us allies across the Short Sea.”

Queen Trium picked up the pace of her marital duty, her bare fingers sliding over the king’s enlarged manhood. She could feel him slick in her fingers. The act bounced lewd smecks off the far wall.

“Then I was right to trust you with this,” The king said, hesitating, “My queen.”

The queen tried to control her breathing, but it was nearly as exciting for her as for him. She was also working off the effects of the assistive potion from earlier. She could feel a trickle of her own moisture, staining her thigh.

Queen Trium nodded, “You know me so well. I would be no one without you, my king.”

The king swelled in her fingers, and he let out a long groan. In a powerful stream, his load shot out streaked the front of her gown. 

“My goodness,” She shouted, striking him across the knee, “Are you a king, or a barbarian?”