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Princess and the Mage {mf ff 1st reluc magic others} codes
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Synopsis: Think "Taming of the Shrew" with more sex and magic

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Part 2: The Lake

The lake was set amid a lovely, pastoral meadow surrounded by tall
trees. That it was chosen for its isolation from any human habitation
only added to its beauty.

By the time they reached it the Princess was frantic. Leaping at any
chance for the relief of her burning nipples and pussy, she quickly
stripped off all her clothes at the merest suggestion from Meg.

Although together for many weeks, Meg had never seen her thus.
Nipples distended, skin flushed, moisture glistening between her
legs, and panting with arousal.  The Princess was the essence of
delicate womanhood ready to throw herself at the feet of the first
man she saw.  She'd succumb easily, spreading her legs to be
ravished, eager to lose her virginity.

Meg stared at the exposed charms of the nude beauty, imaging what she
would do to the tender flesh when Magnus was done.  Meg enjoyed
forcing a naive girl to suck her first pussy.  Creaming on her face
would be sweet revenge for the Princess' mistreatment.

The Princess flushed deeper upon noticing Meg's gaze. She tried using
her hand to modestly cover herself while demanding to know what must
be done next.

Meg instructed her to enter the lake and circle it standing neck deep
in the water. She reminded her of the danger of letting any male see
her thus.  If he saw her then the spell of the lake would impel her to
him arousing in her an undeniable need for his touch.

The cool water helped the burning feelings in tender tissues, but did
not abate them. The Princess could not swim and was forced to ask
Meg to steady herself. Meg put her arm around the Princess, holding
her close. However, her attention was focused on the shore.

The Princess kept scanned up and down searching for any sign of a man,
hoping to have enough time to hide under the waters of behind a rock
if one approached.  Meg had planted this fear that was more of a
compulsion within her.

A man would see her nakedness and the magic of the lake would draw
her irresistibly to him. At the same time, her body could almost feel
his hard thing rubbing between her legs. She felt her inner muscle
spasm repeatedly at the lewd thoughts.

She'd be unable to prevent the loss of her precious maidenhood.
Surrendering while his manhood was within her would helplessly bind
her to him forever. Yet together with that fear, she felt a virgin's
need and desire for a man. Her body could almost feel his hard thing
rubbing between her legs. She felt her inner muscle spasm repeatedly
at the lewd thoughts that came unbidden.

The Princess did not notice how often Meg's hand strayed to her ample
ass kneading and caressing the cheeks and what lay between them, but
she became aware of the effect. Scandalized at how strongly her body
reacted to Meg's touch, she could not deny the feelings of arousal.

Meg knew how defenseless the Princess truly was. By caressing her most
sensitive places the Princess would quickly succumb to Meg's touch.
She'd be forced to submit to the pleasure one woman can inflict upon
another. The soft warm skin, large bust, and moist pussy she held a
great temptation for Meg.

It was difficult for Meg to resist her desire to caress the satiny
smooth tits and pussy of the exciting body she held. There would be
little resistance. Yet she knew the terrible punishment that Magnus
would reek on her if his plan were undermined. That stayed her hand.

The Princess rushed a little ahead to avoid Meg's touch. She
approached their starting point, still feeling the strong passions
surging through her body. If anything they were more powerful then
when she'd first entered the water. Perhaps another circuit of the
lake's calming waters was needed.

The Princess was more then a little distracted by the time she had
half emerged from the lake to check on her clothing. The water had
fallen below the fair hair between her legs which was dripping with
the excess running down her body. She heard a sound and looked up.

Suddenly, she saw a man emerging from behind a small boulder. He
was looking directly at her. It was as if lightning passed through her
body. She could not move. Her eyes were captured. Frozen to the
spot, she could not take them from him.

He wore only a single garment, a breechcloth that barely covered his
loins. It was the clothing of a slave, someone beneath the contempt of
the lowest commoner, let alone a royal princess. He had probably
escaped from a serf's farm.

There could be no greater social gulf then between the two of them.
Yet her body was unaware of it, reacting the same as if her were the
most handsome, most powerful king. Her thoughts seemed to crawl
and turn in strange directions.

He looked so strong. How would his skin feel against his?  She must
not surrender to him. How big was his manhood? This couldn't be
happening to her. She felt as if there was an unbreakable cord from
her sex to his drawing them together.  Shouldn't she run away? There
were so many conflicting impulses that she did not know what to do,
yet her hot body did.

She lifted her head exposing her throat and tossing her hair. The
chest thrust forward displaying the fullness of her breasts. The
already distended nipples hardened painfully until they felt like two
pebbles. There was renewed moisture and heat within her sex.

Her arousal surged. She must try to escape, but felt the magic
preventing that. Instead her body began undulating towards his. I
should not be doing this she thought. She tried to stop it. Instead,
her hips swayed more widely. Small droplets ran down her chest
to drip from the underside of her swaying breasts.

She felt exposed and vulnerable yet could make no move to cover her
nakedness. The feeling of his gaze on her skin was making her hot and
aroused as if his fingers were already caressing her.

Approached him she saw how dirty he was.  He smelled of stale sweat,
yet it was mixed with a maleness that made her knees weak. She called
out trying to gain the upper hand, "Slave bow down the a Princess of
the royal house, lest I have you slain for having looked upon me."

He did not bow. He did not answer. There was no reaction at all. How
dare he treat her this way?  The feeling of his unbroken gaze
continued to roam over her skin; heating it wherever touched. She felt
the heat once again burning her nipples and between her shaky legs.
Would she kneel before him?  Would she beg for his touch?
"NO! NO! NO!" she though, trying fight with her own anger.

Was he so stupid that he could not understand her words?  She gestured
in the way of command that had been taught to her at an early age. The
peasants all bowed low when they saw this, but there was still no
reaction. He did not speak, only smiled as her breasts jiggled with
the motion. He watched her as a spider watches a fly entering its web,
surveying every naked curve as she moved.

She regarded his muscular chest. How would her breast feel when
crushed against it?  His large hands flexed. How would they feel
caressing her burning nipples? She saw the bulge of his manhood
pressing against the breechcloth. How soon would it drive into her
tender flesh?

These thoughts made her weak her legs trembled. They felt unable to
support her. She tried to resist, but that seemed to only increase her
arousal.

Out of the corner of her eye the Princess was horrified to see that
Meg was already on the ground next to her. She lay on her back lifting
her knees and spreading them to display her wet sex. Deliriously she
repeated the same phrases over and over, "Fuck me Master! Shove your
hard cock into my hot cunt. Use me like the cheapest whore. Lick my
nipples and my clit."

Revolted by Meg's display of carnal weakness, the Princess was
nevertheless distracted and aroused by the endless dirty sex talk. She
thought how to use Meg to her advantage.  Perhaps this man would
ignore her and take the easy conquest. When he fell upon Meg it would
give her a change to escape. It was not to be. Meg was ignored. He was
entirely focused upon her vulnerability.

They now stood so close that her hard nipples hovered but inches from
his naked, hairy chest.  The Princess found it impossible to maintain
a look of disdain when she had to look up into domineering eyes that
reflected her own undeniable lust. It was difficult to breathe.

Here was the opposite of everything that she had ever desired in a
man. He was course with no manner or grace. He was uneducated,
ignorant, unable to speak or understand her, and ignorant of the need
to bow before royalty. It infuriated her, yet it was she who felt the
urge to kneel before him.

She berated herself, whispering, "I am a Princess of the Royal house,
I refuse to be attracted to this lowly slave. I will have him slain
for staring at me thus. If he touches me then he will be tortured for
days before being allowed to die.

Her firm breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing. In terror
she saw his hand slowly rising. Rooted to the spot, she managed
to command, "Lower your hand at once. It is worth your life if
you touch me."

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh," she gasped as he touched her right nipple.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh," then her left.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," as he squeezed both between his rough fingers.

Without conscious thought, she pressed her breasts into the caressing
hands. Molten heat raced from where he touched to between her legs.
She felt the inner moisture flow. It made weakening knees buckle under
her. Closing her eyes, she slowly knelt before him.

Her mind was filled with the horror of a royal princess kneeling naked
before a slave. What was she becoming? "Slut, whore, harlot," they
were all too good for her. Regardless of the magic how could she ever
respect herself again?

It took her a moment to realize that his hands were no longer upon
her. Opening her eyes, she saw the breechcloth was gone.  His manhood
hovered inches from her nose, its heavy male scent made her head spin.
He pushed it against her closed mouth.

She thought, "It was impossibly large! Because of what Meg had said
she knew what was expected, but resisted opening her lips to be
defiled. He grabbed her hair painfully with his right hand and closed
her nostrils with the left. She was unable to breathe.

The Princess resisted as long her breath held out.  She would not
allow this invasion regardless of what Meg had said. In less than a
minute, her lungs ready felt ready to burst in her chest, but still
she resisted.

Then he shifted, placing his left foot between her open legs, against
her inflamed sex. The fiery sensation forced a moan to explode from
her opening lips. "Ohhhhhhhhhhuuummmmhh," She ended as his
massive cock plunged into her gasping mouth, down her unsullied
throat, muffling her cry.

Tears streaming down her cheeks, the princess tried to cough, to
swallow, and breath. She gave no thought to expelling the invader that
burrowed deeper with ever thrust until her nose was buried in the hair
of his loins.

Then he released her nose. She was able to breathe again. Unable to
escape or even move away from the iron hand locked in her hair she
despaired her fate.

Magnus reveled in the feeling of his cock deep throated by the
Princess.  Who imagined she'd be able to take his full length her
first time.  He began to use his foot to inflame the Princess once
again.

Of course, it was Magnus who was dressed as the slave.  He wanted to
teach the Princess her helplessness in the hands of any man, even a
slave. It would be a fine joke on one so proud of her royal lineage.

Despite her impotence, the Princess was determined to regain control.
She desperately tried to remember Meg's words. She recalled that
swallowing a man's seed might give her that control.

He needed to feel her own passion before the seed would be released.

Remembering her instruction, she gradually began to respond, as he
desired. Using her tongue she licked and caressed his shaft. Reaching
to cup the hairy balls in her hand and roll them gently about.

Her thoughts about biting the shaft or squeezing the balls hard were
shattered when her head exploded in pain as he pulled her hair. She
feared to try that again. The indirect approach would work best. She
resumed ministering to his cock and balls.

Remembering what Meg had suggested, she must let him feel her passion.
Only that way could she force his climax without surrendering herself
to him. That was the way Meg had suggested to capture his seed.

It was time to attend to her own pleasure.  Hesitantly, she moved her
sex against his foot.  The scorching heat of the contact seared her
mind. Her hips responded, moving again of their own accord.  Her
thoughts were melting. She was aware of the growing need for the scent
and feel of his maleness filling her.

She yearned to push him inside to fill her sudden emptiness. Her
heaving breasts pressed against his thighs. What was happening to her?
She couldn't stop her body as it tried to envelop this smelly dirty
slave.  She behaved like the lowest street whore.

Her hips moved more urgently. Her tongue was a blur of motion. A
white-hot fire began to grow inside her belly. It would consume her
soul. She was terrified, but could not stop.

"Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrggggggg," she heard him growl as his scorching seed
shot down her undefiled throat. It was too much to swallow. She began
choking. He kept thrusting as additional streams of semen were
injected down her throat. She had begun turning blue when he finally
pulled his shrinking tool from her gasping mouth.

The Princess fell limp to the grass covered rise. White droplets
dribbled from her lips.  The un-sated animal then fell upon fervid
Meg. Diving between her splayed legs and sucking the life out of her
pussy until she screamed her release.

The white-hot fire had receded but smoldered just under the surface.
Having disposed of Meg his attention turned back to the Princess. He
stretched out on the grass besides her, facing Meg. His hands began to
roam over her flesh. There seemed to be no pattern or target.  In
fact, he seemed to ignore her as he spoke to Meg in a strange
language.

It was the language of Meg's homeland. Magnus told her to do what she
wished to the Princess as long as her maidenhood was available to him.
Meg got up and said, "Please forgive me, Princess. He commands me and
I must obey or he will kill me here and now."

The Princess asked, "If you can speak to him tell him that I am a
royal Princess and that my father the King will pay any price for my
ransom." Meg shook her head saying, "I must not Princess. It was your
royal father that condemned him to slavery. If he discovers who you
are then you will be killed in revenge. Now I must obey."

Meg took her limp wrists and pressed them firmly above the Princess'
head. She lowered her womanhood directly over the Princess' mouth,
saying he commands you to taste another woman's passion. You must
pleasure me with your mouth and tongue.

The Princess' nose was filled with a heavy female musk. Her head was
trapped between Meg's fleshy thighs. Meg's juices flowed freely over
her face because of her recent climax. They soaked the Princess' face.
Her first tentative lick brought a low moan from Meg. "More," she
said.

The Princess' tongue, traveled into each nook and cranny of Meg's
pussy. Out of curiosity, she experimented with what brought forth the
loudest moans and strongest shudders.

To her surprise and shame, the Princess found her own body was
becoming aroused once more. Was it the man's roaming hands or Meg's
passionate cries? Regardless, the Princess' tongue moved faster and
deeper into Meg's hot pussy until it seemed to be vibrating in
response.

Meg's hips began to thrust forward trying to push the urge the tongue
deeper. Her moans rose to a crescendo until with a final cry the
Princess felt Meg's juices pour fourth, soaking her face and hair with
the taste and smell of another woman's passion. Meg rolled off to lie
gasping on the grass next to her.

The Princess tried to sit up, but was roughly pushed back down by the
slave's hand.  He rolled onto the supine body of the Princess,
pressing his manhood against her slit. She gasped as her pussy spasmed
in response.

He reached to hold her wrists still above her head. Pressing the
length of his naked bulk against her tender flesh. Her breasts were
crushed by his broad chest, her still burning nipples teased by his
course hair.

Meg's carnal performance had hardened his cock once again. Now it
wedged and spread the Princess' slick lower lips sending heated
signals that seemed to further weaken her desire to resist.

"Meg help me," she pleaded, "I am trapped beneath this animal and the
magic of the lake is making me helpless."  The slave also spoke to Meg
in his strange language then she replied, "He knows of the magic of
the lake. He demands that you beg him to rape you to invoke the magic.
If you do this Princess and climax when he is within you then you will
belong to him forever. He commands me to assist him or I will be
slain. Please forgive me Princess."

With that Meg move to hold the Princess' wrists once again.  In blind
fury the Princess screamed, "I do not forgive or forget traitorous
bitch. When I escape I will have both of you tortured for weeks before
you are allowed to die.  You may be a weak female, but I am a
Princess, as far above you as the moon and the stars. I am superior,
beyond anything he can do to me. I will resist and triumph. Never will
I belong to any man. Tell him that."

Meg translated for the slave whose response was a small chuckle. His
hands moved downward to cup her breasts. Finding her nipples her began
to pinch and release them between rough fingers. His hard cock rubbed
against her hot pussy, splitting the slippery lips and burrowing
between them.

The Princess gritted her teeth. She steeled herself against feeling
anything. Naked and trapped she'd resist the arousal her was forcing
her to experience. He could rape her, but never with her consent.
She'd refuse to think about his fiery manhood rubbing against the
unguarded entrance to her most secret places.

A Princess was in control of what her body felt, the heat, the
arousal, the luscious sensation of his oily tool against her satiny
smooth flesh, pressing, demanding, and inciting. Her tormented nipples
fondled by his callused fingers.

He could rape her, plunge his hard sword into her burning pussy,
invade her castle, and fill her emptiness. She felt his supple muscles
against her naked skin. Her own inner muscles kept spasming, yearning
for a hard cock.

Without even realizing what was happening, the Princess' eyes close,
her mouth gaped open in an endless moan, her knees lifted, her thighs
clasped his flesh, and her hips began to thrust upward. Then he
stopped.

It took a moment for her to realize. When her eyes opened he saw no
sign of resistance, only passion and need. He spoke one word in her
language, "Beg."

No longer a proud Princess, tears wet her cheeks as she realized her
weakness and need made her no more then any other woman. She was a hot
slut beneath him who could not resist the arousal a slave's hands had
forced upon her. She opened her mouth to echo Meg's pleadings, "Use
me.  Take my maidenhood. I need your hard spear. Drive it into my
belly. Rip the virginity from me. Fuck me now. Please fuck me."

Returning only a broad grin, he shifted to wedge his the bulbous head
of his lance within the entrance to her treasure room.  His hands
shifted so that her hips were now immobilized by his weight. Now that
she had surrendered, her suffering would commence.

He pushed gradually up her sheath. Perhaps a quarter of an inch with
each thrust. To her unsullied cunt he felt huge. Each thrust a new
sensation.

The Princess remembered the magick of the lake. He was within her now.
If she had an orgasm then she'd be bound to him forever. Knowing she
could not resist his touch, her only chance was to goad his climax
before her own.

She wanted to move her hips, but his strength held them in place. Her
voice incited him. So she continued to beg, moan, and plead for him to
fuck her harder.

They both felt him press against her maidenhood. She tried to ignore
the discomfort, but then welcomed it. There was little chance of an
orgasm this way.

He pressed forward. The discomfort turned to pain. The pain turned to
anguish. Her moans of pleasure became cries of agony,

"Oooooooowwwww! The pain!
"Oooooowwwoooowwwww! I can't stand it.
"Oooooowwwww! Please make it stop.
"Ooooowwooowwwww! You're killing me!

The Princess' thoughts leaped back to the day her father had punished
her.  He had spanked her nude body before her entire family. Amid the
pain she had been so aroused that she had stained his royal robes with
her juices.

The pain, humiliation and pleasure of this day and that day merged in
her minds.  The images of this slave and her father became one. She
pressed her mound forward, one again feeling the unbearable arousal,
needing the pain, needing the pleasure. She tried pleading with her
torturer, but she was beyond words.

Magnus did not press forward through her hymen. Neither did he
withdraw. The promise he had made the noble women he must keep if he
wished to live in peace in this kingdom. Regardless of the promises
their husbands made, he knew made the noble women would make his life
a living hell if they were crossed.

He ignored her pleas. They were the price she must pay for years of
abusing everyone around her. The price he must pay to secure his
future in this kingdom.  Just as he knew how to inflame a woman's
passion, he knew how to prolong a virgin's pain.

Despite her own need for revenge, Meg looked pale. She turned away
unable to look upon the agony of the Princess. It went on and on. It
was by far the worst pain the pampered Princess had ever experienced;
yet she could not escape. Her head thrashed right and left uselessly.
Meg felt nauseous as if she might throw up.

The eyes of the Princess rolled up into her head, she was about to
pass out from the unendurable suffering. At that moment the abused
hymen ruptured. In a few thrusts his cock was buried to the hilt in
her sheath. There he stopped waiting for her recovery.

The Princess regarded the slave with the deepest hatred she had ever
felt in her life. Somehow she knew that he had intentionally prolonged
her suffering.  If her hands had been freed she'd have literally
scratched his eyes out even if it meant her own death.

He spoke to Meg and then lowered his head to suckle on her right
breast. "He asks forgiveness. It is a ritual of his tribe. That the
pain of a girl's lost virginity is a gift to the gods. It insures that
many healthy children will spring from her womb." translated Meg then
lowered her head to suckle the left breast.

Her angry retort was lost in a thunderclap of pleasure that rang from
her hardening nipples throughout her body. It drove the breath from
her lungs rendering her speechless.  The memory of pain was driven
away by a flood of arousal.

Once again her hips thrust against him. He began to withdraw the devil
spear. Her inner muscles grasped at it, trying to hold it. He thrust
in once more, filling her, completing her. Releasing the nipple wet
with his saliva, he began a regular rhythm. Without thinking she
matched him, thinking only of the sheer skin sensation of the spear
penetrating her womanhood.

Her maidenhood had been taken by this slave. She would never forget
the pain and the pleasure, "Mmmmmmm."  Their pace increased.
Moaning. Thrusting. Feeling. aaaaaaaaaaaaah...

Her mind was dissolving from the relentless stimulation. A last
thought escaped before she plunged willingly into the abyss,
"He had forced her to beg for it, but she was safe as long as."

No! The Princess felt the white-hot flame in her belly. She could do
nothing to stop or even slow it. Her hips kept thrusting impaling her
body again and again on the invader. The flame grew into a raging
inferno. She couldn't allow it! She must not. She must.

"AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," she screamed as the
titanic orgasm exploded from within. The magick conditions were
achieved. The energy of the spell released, pulsed around her and
through her.

Magnus felt it. He drove his stave into her womb then felt his
scalding hot seed spray into her enchanted spawning ground. Conception
was insured by the magic that now began altering her mind.

It did not destroy, but added and wove new patterns. The Princess
would cleave to him and no other. Her body would always react with
helpless passion to his caresses guaranteeing many glorious orgasms to
come. She would love, revere, and obey him as her Lord and Master. Her
happiness was assured as long as he kept her with him. She would now
treat all with honor and respect. Her venom was reserved for those who
worked against him.

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Part 3: Castle Leche {rom preg lact others}

The Princess awoke a changed woman. She wrapped her arms and knees
about him to hold him close and keep his seed within her womb. Her
greatest hope, to conceive his child was already realized. "I love
you, slave or King makes no difference." she whispered.

He told her; "You are mine Princess Margaret Eleanor Maria Eva Maude
de Lacy, now and forevermore. I will call you Maude. You will address
me as Lord, Master, or Magnus which is my true name. Know that
although you gave yourself willingly to a lowly slave, I am in sooth a
Mage. Soon I will be a Duke and take you as wife to be my Duchess. My
seed grows within the garden of your womb, you will bear me many
children."

The three of them camped by the lake.  The night and the following day
were times of passion and ecstasy. Her vagina was quite sore from the
abuse of painfully losing her maidenhead. However, Magnus introduced
Maude to the many other ways a man may couple with a woman.

Meg introduced Maude to the softer, slower sex between two women. The
old Maude would have felt this was an unnatural abomination. However,
the new Maude accepted it as good and proper since her Lord and Master
commanded it.  Magnus greatly enjoyed watching the lust of the two
women. He occasionally mounted whoever was on top thus adding to her
pleasure.

They all bathed in the enchanted lake to wash off the smells of sex
and sweat.  They splashed and frolicked until Magnus transformed those
playful games into part of Maude's education.  Grabbing her from
behind, he thrust deeply into her rear passage.  It was the first time
Maude had been taken standing up or in water.  Meg came over and
pressed her breasts against Maude's. The three of them becoming a
sandwich that rocked and thrust until it squealed with release.

They returned to court that evening.  Maude again wore her royal
finery.  Meg had helped comb her hair and fix her appearance so that
she again looked every inch the Royal Princess. They entered the
audience chamber together.

Her father, the King, immediately recognized the Princess.  She was
granted leave to speak; "My father and King, after many years of
searching in vain, I have found the man I desire as husband.  Though
he be a commoner, I love Magnus the Mage with all my heart and will
suffer no other.  I beseech you my father to bless this marriage."

Certain elements at court sought to go back on the agreement they had
made with Magnus.  The mage dropped certain subtle and some less
subtle hints that all her had done could be undone. Those who reneged
on agreements sealed with their sworn word might invite the anger of
the Lord.

One Baron in particular was incensed that a commoner-born would have a
higher social rank then he.  Unfortunately, he had a near death
experience at a time when Magnus was in a meeting with several noble
witnesses.  The Baron was forced to return to his estate where it to
several months for him to recuperate. No one noticed Meg sneaking back
into the castle sometime later carrying certain magical items.

Although allowing a Princess to marry a commoner was completely
unprecedented the King could deny his daughter nothing.  The King was
guided in consultations with his advisors, the nobility, and the
clergy. At their urging he Knighted Magnus and created him Duke of
Leche.  The King was sad that his favorite daughter would be living at
the far edge of his kingdom, but Magnus promised they would visit as
often as possible. Of course, the King and Queen would always be
welcome at the ducal estates.

It took one month to prepare for the wedding that was a grand affair.
Most of the gossip centered on the amazing changes in the Princess who
was now a warm, friendly, and generous delight.  The type of person
who instantly charms whoever she meets.  Some of the noble women who
had insisted upon her departure now regretted it.

The sun shone brightly on the day of the wedding.  The bride was
beautiful and the groom handsome. The vows were read. The couple
exchanged their first married kiss.

A thousand people attended the reception.  Music, dancing, and wine
were the cornerstones.  The bride and groom sat on raised thrones next
to the King and Queen as a mark of favor.

There was one unfortunate incident worthy of mention.  One young
Countess wed only a month prior became thoroughly inebriated.  She was
an old rival of the new Duchess. It was only when this woman made a
disparaging comment about Magnus' common origin that the Duchess
changed in a frightening way.

She seemed to grow larger as her anger was unleashed.  It was as if
all the spite and meanness had been stored over the last month; was
now sudden released against a single target. All conversation stopped
to watch the unfolding tableau.

The poor woman was cursed and berated continuously for 20 minutes
until in tears she ran from the room. The Duchess asked everyone's
forgiveness for the commotion and bade them to continue their revelry.
The reception concluded as a great social success without further
incident.

The next morning the distraught Countess and her husband left the
castle without speaking to anyone.  They were not seen again at
court for two years.

The Duchess was thereafter viewed with fear and respect.  It was
whispered that despite her friendly demeanor, she was not one to
cross lightly. Meg complimented the performance. She was impressed
that Maude had not repeated herself once during her long tirade.

Shortly after the wedding, Meg was created a countess and appointed as
the new Duchess' chief Lady in Waiting. They departed to the new ducal
estates with many fine gifts.

Meg officially had a room adjoining the ducal bedchamber.  In truth,
more often then not she slept in the arms of Magnus and Maude. The two
women took turns in the morning wrapping their lips around Magnus'
cock to awaken him.

No one was more surprised then Magnus at his skill of managing a
Dukedom.  Magic required many of the same skills such as attention to
detail, concentration, and managing people.  Few of their neighbors
were willing to risk both their well-trained men at arms and the
whispered mystic skills of Duke Magnus.

The Dukedom was known for its cows, goats, and sheep.  It provided
much of the milk and meat consumed by the rest of the Kingdom. There
was also a healthy trade with two neighboring kingdoms across the
Inland Sea.  In fact, the name of the Dukedom, Leche derived from the
Spanish word for milk.

The Maude and Meg worked well together.  They behaved more like close
sisters then co-wives, which was how Magnus viewed them.  On the rare
occasions that they argued, Magnus was able to resolve it quickly by
using their mutual devotion to him and respect for each other.

More often the two women worked together to maneuver Magnus into doing
something that he had been avoiding.  He was often aware of their
manipulation, but chose to overlook it.

After all, it was usually for "his own good" and done with the best of
intentions by women whom he had grown to love.  Magnus the Mage,
"master manipulator" and conjurer extraordinarie had found happiness
in the simple pleasures of being a husband and an expedient father.

The skills of the two women well complimented each other. Lady Maude
ran the extensive household with a gentle, but firm hand.  Lady Meg
handled the accounts and was an excellent trade negotiator. The
Dukedom prospered. The people came to revere their Duke and his
beautiful Duchess.  Lady Meg was always treated with honor and
respect.

Eight months after the wedding, Maude gave birth to healthy twin boys.
Two days after that Meg gave birth to equally healthy twin girls.
Magnus had forgotten (the women thought it was on purpose) that the
powerful "magic of the lake" cancelled the weaker magic of Meg's
immunity to impregnation.

It was a simple matter for Duke Magnus to acknowledge Meg's children
as his own. A powerful Duke with a beautiful mistress was a commonly
accepted matter. The fact that the two women were such close friends
and raised their children together was less common, but accepted.
Four months later they traveled to the royal keep to present the
King's new grandchildren.

Against custom, Magnus had insisted that Maude nurse her own
offspring.  At first she resisted, but gave in after he worked a minor
incantation.  Magnus was not yet so secure in his title and position
that her could afford to alienate the noble women by reneging on his
prior agreement.

When Lady Meg saw the difficulty Maude was having with doing something
so "common". She sat down with Maude for a "long talk".  Meg declared
that she would nurse her own offspring alongside Maude.  And woes
betide anyone, commoner or noble, who attempted to ridicule either of
them.  The women laughed together then hugged each other crying.

Meg explained that she thought the custom of noble women using
wet-nurses was stupid. She related what a joy it was for new mothers
to breast-feed their newborns.  Babies who were fed cow milk or goat
milk rarely seemed as healthy and robust. As a young girl she had been
taught everything necessary by her own mother and other women in her
village.

It was at the first great welcoming feast the royal court held in
honor of the King's newest grand child.  The babies began fretting
because they were hungry.  Everyone waited to see if the Duchess of
Leche would be forced to retire to nurse the infant.

To their surprise, with little fuss or bother the Duchess adjusted her
clothing.  Assisted by Lady Meg first once child was placed at her
breast then the other. Lady Meg then performed the same ritual with
her twins assisted by another Lady in Waiting.  Both women then
continued the conversations they had broken off as if nothing unusual
had occurred.

At no time during the entire process was anything obscene or even
questionable seen by any of the assembled guests.  Yet there were four
infants happily suckling on their mother's teats as if it were a daily
occurrence. The Duke of Leche had not turned once nor interrupted his
own conversation with the Queen.

Needless to say, it caused a quiet sensation among the nobility.  Both
Maude and Meg were discretely questioned after the dinner. It was
remarked how happy and the new mothers appeared while feeding
their babies. They confided that in addition to the health of their
offspring considerable sexual pleasure was associated with the
process.

What was not mentioned was that the Duke and the two women had all
developed a taste for breast milk. After the infants were fed and put
to sleep, teats continued to be suckled and milk drained.  The women
were so stimulated that a mini orgy between the three usually ensued.

The party returned to Leche basking in the success of their trip.  Meg
and Maude were actually disappointed that not one woman had given
them cause to revenge a single word of ridicule or condescension.

Magnus greatly enjoyed his "duty" of keeping both women impregnated.
They were genuine baby factories. If Magnus cast a few spells to
insure their health during difficult childbirth, no one complained.
Between them they had 20 children over the next eight years.

Amazing in that day and age there was not a single miscarriage.
Was it the health of the women, the happiness of their family life,
some discreetly cast spells, or all of the above.

In the years to come, Maude and Meg realized that their many healthy
children had made them models for a new trend. More noble women
each year were deciding to nurse their own newborns.  These women
often visited Castle Leche to learn how to breast-feed with grace and
dignity.

At one point the Queen of France who wished to learn their secrets
visited them.  Meg and Maude gladly shared their knowledge explaining
that this "womanly art" was not at all a secret. Rather they would
happily share with any woman who wished to know the joys of nursing
her own offspring.

The French Queen was so impressed that on her return to her own
country she issued a royal decree.  It declared the creation of the
creation of the "La Leche League", named in honor of the Duchess
of Leche.  In Spanish, a literal translation is "the milk league". The
league has continued to promote the joys and benefits of the
"womanly art" of breast-feeding around the globe to this very day.

Ladies Maude and Meg would have approved.

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For more information on Breast Feeding and
the La Leche league see http://www.laleche.org/

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