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Thread: Royal Incest (Sweet Angel Jocelyn and J)

Yes, my wife, Edward said, his voice weak with emotion. The prince walked with his sister and wife to their chambers. No longer would they have seperate rooms as brother and sister, but they would share the bed of a married couple. When they reached the entrance to the their quarters, Edward smiled and kissed his bride tenderly on the lips. Then, he took her in his strong arms and carried Jocelyn gently across the threshold. Rather than the usual night clothes, only robes had been provided for the newlywed twins. But that will be normal now, Edward thought, since surely they would sleep nude from now on. The prince's mouth went dry and his heart hammered in his chest in nervous anticipation. Soon, he would see his sister's body, and show his to her. Edward began to undress, removing his shoes and tunic. Then, he unbuttoned and removed his shirt, leaving his athletic torso bare. Edward made no effort to hide his body from Jocelyn. Only she had the right to see him, to touch him, to make love with him. His body was only for her.
Thread: Royal Incest (Sweet Angel Jocelyn and J)

Jocelyn knew that all of her clothing would be moved to the master's chambers, but as he carried her into what would then be their room, she was surprised that it had happened so quickly. It was good to know that their home was working effectively. It hit her then that she would be in charge of that home officially starting the next morning. When he placed her down and began to undress, her maidenly instincts hit her, and she looked away. She looked away for only a moment before she opened her eyes, curious. She was amazed by how beautiful his body was. She was still nervous about showing her own body, but she brought her hands to her top, unlacing the cloth so that she could push the dress down, leaving herself in just her corset. She had an equally toned and beautiful body, but she wasn't sure she could show it all to her husband. She bit her lip softly, unsure of what to do, besides admire her husband's body.
Thread: Royal Incest (Sweet Angel Jocelyn and J)

Edward looked at Jocelyn as she removed her dress. He fought the brotherly urge to look away, but he could sense how unsure his wife was. He also sensed that she was enjoying the view of his body. The young man blushed softly. He knew he wasn't as good looking as his sweet Jocelyn. Still, perhaps seeing him nude would help her relax? Edward stripped out of his pants and boxers with one smooth movement, trying to hide the slight shaking in his hands. Now, he stood utterly naked before his sister, letting her see his entire body. Next, he moved slowly toward his sister and wife. Edward gently lay his hands on Jocelyn's shoulders as he looked down, his blue eyes meeting hers. The young groom began to softly massage his wife's shoulders as he gave a deep and lingering kiss to her soft mouth. Do you want me to help you with your clothes? Edward asked softly. He was still nervous, but he longed to see Jocelyn nude.
Thread: Royal Incest (Sweet Angel Jocelyn and J)

Love your icon by the way, lol. It's always a bit of a shock when I check the new replies lol. Jocelyn watched the blush spread over his cheeks slowly and thought quickly that her brother was a mix of everything and more that she could have wanted. She couldn't help but be intrigued and comforted by his reaction to her innocent curiosities. Well, it wasn't innocent in most respects, but because she had never seen a man without clothes on, she was innocent. When he stripped off the last of the garments, she gasped and watched him. It was a fascinating view. If she could gather the courage to touch him... But she was still a bit too shy for that. His touch on her shoulders was warm and comforting, like it was supposed to be, she was sure. His question, and his touch gave her a moment to pause and look up at him. She offered him a nervous smile and nodded. Would you, please? She asked, taking slow measured breathes.
Thread: Royal Incest (Sweet Angel Jocelyn and J)

Sweet Angel Jocelyn said Love your icon by the way, lol. It's always a bit of a shock when I check the new replies lol. Jocelyn watched the blush spread over his cheeks slowly and thought quickly that her brother was a mix of everything and more that she could have wanted. She couldn't help but be intrigued and comforted by his reaction to her innocent curiosities. Well, it wasn't innocent in most respects, but because she had never seen a man without clothes on, she was innocent. When he stripped off the last of the garments, she gasped and watched him. It was a fascinating view. If she could gather the courage to touch him... But she was still a bit too shy for that. His touch on her shoulders was warm and comforting, like it was supposed to be, she was sure. His question, and his touch gave her a moment to pause and look up at him. She offered him a nervous smile and nodded. Would you, please? She asked, taking slow measured breathes. Click to expand... Thanks I'm glad you like it. Sorry about the delay in posting. Been very busy with RL Edward had spoken with some of the servants to learn how to undo the fastenings on feminine clothes. He didn't tell them why he wanted to know, but their grins and occasional giggles told him that they likely knew. The small embarrassment didn't matter to the young prince however. He wanted Jocelyn's wedding night to be special, and that would not include a clumsy oaf pawing blindly at her clothes. With a careful economy of movement, Edward undid Jocelyn's undergarments and genly removed them, kneeling to lower them softly to the floor. The young man couldn't help the soft sigh that escaped him as his twin sister's lovely body was finally revealed to him. Even Edward's wildest imaginings fell short of the glorious reality. You're so beautiful, Edward whispered. His fingers gently caressed the bare skin of Jocelyn's legs, hips and sides, lightly brushing the swell of her breasts, and then back to her shoulders as he stood. He kissed his new wife once again, his lips passionate, willing, eager, but not demanding. There would be pushing Jocelyn. When his beloved twin was ready, they would proceed, but not before.
Thread: Royal Incest (Sweet Angel Jocelyn and J)

That's okay. It's been a busy few days for me as well. Jocelyn watched her brother, her heart beating madly at the thoughts of him seeing her completely undressed. It was exciting, and it made her nervous. He was so beautiful, but what if she didn't match up? What if he didn't like what he saw of her body? It made her want to look away, want to hide. His sigh took away her fears. She looked down at him and felt sure that he liked what he saw. His words made her smile a bit and blush a soft red. She whispered her thanks as she shuddered at the feeling of his fingers moving over her body. She had never been touched like that, her skin had only been touched on her hands, arms and face. She didn't know that it felt so good to be touched somewhere else. His kiss brought a kiss of her own, and she melted against him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to bring her body closer to his. She moaned at the feeling of his warm skin against her heated. She was blown away by the feelings that he was bringing to her body which was suddenly far more sensitive than it had been.
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Thread: The Elven gift Silvamoon & Flassche

The soldier scurried towards the now opening door as he stumbled inside, quickly glancing from left to right as he stood frozen in place, his mouth hanging open. In front of him were the most powerful men in the Empire. He stood there for a second until a herald approached him, he exchanged a few words and quickly left the room again. The herald stood erect as he cleared his throat. Your highness, High generals His voice was clear and well practised, it cleared the large room without effort. May I present, Lancius Odesian Valerian. Heir to the throne He bowed gracefully and stepped back in line. Boots hitting the stone floor where heard in the distance, as a few soldiers looked towards the door. A tall youth appeared, 62 at the age of seventeen was something else even in the Valerian blood line. His chest was erect as he moved in long strides, his short dark brown hair dancing because of the movement. Father.... Generals He said, his words polite, yet carrying a sharpness within. He glanced across the room from left to right, and back again, his bright grey eyes flickered in the light. You summoned me, father? He took his place next to his father as he smiled, his gaze fell on the map, it displayed the western realm, formally known as the To'ra's region. He looked to his right and smiled to the general in charge of the enslavement division. I take it the last of the To'ra's have been captured or killed? He spoke lightly as if it was common to discuss enslavement or murder, hey exchanged a few words as he was brought up to speed of the situation. The Empire had utterly destroyed the To'ra and captured all of its lands, only small pocked off resistance was still being offered here and there. The To'ra lost heart last month when their elven queen was captured, rumor had it she was captured alive and brought towards court. Lance and the generals exchanged worried glance as the emperor pointed at the lands beyond the elven region, unknown to them. The Valerians where an ambitions bunch.
Thread: The Elven gift Silvamoon & Flassche

In all of her 3500 years of life, Maewyn had never been as angry or as fearful as she was currently. She wasn't fearful for herself, however, she was afraid what would become of the race she had formerly been Queen of. The To'ra were a mostly peaceful race of elves, but when provoked they could be vicious. In this horrible coup she had done all she could to save her race, but since humans procreated so quickly there were just too many more humans than elves to put up any sort of resistance. Maewyn had been hopeful that at least some of her race would survive and go into hiding, but since she had been captured the past month and had spent time in the presence of the soldiers she knew for certain there was little hope. After the initial waves of attack that wiped out the majority of her people the rest of the elves had gone into hiding, small groups doing the best they could against the larger human army. Maewyn had retired into hiding herself, only taking a handful of her most trusted guards with her. For a few weeks she had thought they were safe, until that one fateful night when a small scouting group of humans had discovered them and slaughtered her guards. As a woman and the queen she had not been taught to fight officially, though she did know a little hand to hand combat. It of course wasnt enough to defeat the plethora of humans, and instead she had ordered them to kill her so she could join the rest of her people. Unfortunately for her the royal gown and crown she still wore gave her station away, and instead of killing her the group of soldiers had captured her. That was a month ago, and from what she had understood they were taking her back to the person who ordered the attack in the first place. The Elven queen was happy, for once, to get the chance to see face to face the person who had destroyed her whole life. Perhaps she could even get in a few words before they killed her. The long month of travel had given her a lot of time to think, as well as a lot of time to get scratched up. Her once splendid gown was now torn in a multitude of places and stained with mud, her auburn hair was windswept and tangled and her normally pale porcelain skin was littered with bruises when the soldiers would get a little too rowdy. Although she looked like a defeated queen, on the inside she was brimming with ire.
Thread: The Elven gift Silvamoon & Flassche

The war council was almost over when Lance exhaled. I.. Suggest caution father. This last war has spread our forces thin, perhaps we need some time to gather our numbers again? A small smile appears on his fathers face as he places a hand on his shoulder. In time lad. I agree with not going on another full out war, but we must begin scouting for new opportunities. The youth nodded and they proceeded with the war council. After half an hour a large nod is heard on the large oak doors. A herald quickly enters the door and rushes to one of the generals side, whispering some words. Ah.. my liege, I have the honour of bringing you these gifts. The doors open wide and twelve soldiers enter the room, armed to the teeth with blunt weapons and iron chains. Between two soldiers are prisoners. two male elven warriors, two elven girls, a little elven boy, and a elven woman. The general smiles as he nods to the soldiers. The rough hands force the six men and women to their knees. The Emperor and his son stand up and move towards the six prisoners, inspecting them from head to toe. Well, Lance... What do you think? The boy stares intently looking at the sullen mood of the prisoners, only one really looks deviant. you there.. The boy speaks as he points at the Elven female, Name, rank, occupation and age His voice strict and commanding.
Thread: The Elven gift Silvamoon & Flassche

As queen Maewyn had powers above and beyond the normal elf, mostly centering around nature and the manipulation thereof. Unfortunately for her the human soldiers were ready for that, and had snapped a pair of iron shackles around her wrists as soon as they were able. The tough metal sapped her abilities, leaving her only with the little physical strength she possessed. On their journey she was joined by two elven soldiers, two young girls and a small boy. Her heart ached to think of their futures, and she had promised herself she would try and bargain for their freedom if she had the chance. After an eternity of traveling they finally reached a fortress, and the queen assumed this was the end of the road for her. She set her resolve and mentally promised herself she would do all she could for her fellows, until they ended her life. It was humiliating for a queen to be marched into a room like the prisoner she was, but Maewyn held her head high and met the eyes of every man in the room with her deep violet irises. Briefly she resisted the calloused hands that forced her to her knees, and she was the last to submit after a moment. When the richly dressed older man and a younger man came to inspect them, she kept her chin high and defiant until they reached her. When the younger man addressed her she sneered and defied him. Who are you, boy, to speak to me like that? She hissed, malice in her tone. I assume it was you who ordered the destruction of an entire race. Instead she addressed the older man. I hope you and your descendents die a painful death. For such a peaceful and immortal race it was one of the strongest oaths she could speak.
Thread: The Elven gift Silvamoon & Flassche

The Youth showed no sigh of shock as he was addressed like this. He mealy glanced at the prisoner in front of him. His father laughed out loud as he padded his son's shoulder. feisty one isn't she. The emperor moved in front of her, and grabbed her by the front of her shirt. He lifted her up with his powerful arms and stared in her eyes. Mind your tongue in this court, or I shall cut it out He threw her back on the ground painfully as he stepped back, and moved towards the war table, grabbing a small goblet of ale. He nodded to his son to continue. The youth smiled as he neared the two elven girls. If what we hear is true of elven age, these will make a fine price in the slave market as whores, Just imagine being reduced to a whore, each day, for centuries. They will learn to love it. And the boy. He grinned as he grabbed the boy by the hair and grabbed a knife from his belt.. I suppose I should end his life, just to be merciful The young human notices the shock on her eyes as he grins.. Name, Rank, occupation... And be quick about it His knife slowly draws blood on the side of the neck, the boy starts whimpering as a small trail of blood runs downwards.
Thread: The Elven gift Silvamoon & Flassche

Maewyns gaze was hard as she watched the two men in front of her, and although outwardly she showed no change of emotion on the inside she was surprised when the older man laughed. This wasnt a laughing matter! How dare they treat her like this. She was fuming, and it showed. During the journey the once rich fabric of her gown had frayed and torn so much at the bodice that her breasts had almost been visible, so she had pilfered a shirt from one of the men that now kept her covered up. This was what the man grabbed when he lifted her up, and even though he threatened her she still kept the defiant glare in her eye. Under any other situation she might have responded to such a threat, but instead she kept the wince off her lips and ignored her throbbing knees as she was dropped. With pursed lips the queen watched the young human approach the two elven girls, her anger rising again when he spoke of their future. While she wasnt happy to hear about it, she was spurred to action when the youth picked up the young boy and put his knife to the poor things neck. With grace she rose to her full height, almost 6 and glowered. I am Maewyn, the Elven queen. Now unhand that child before I make you. It was an empty threat with her wrists still shackled, but she hoped the shock of revealing her rank would make him drop the boy.
Thread: The Elven gift Silvamoon & Flassche

The boy grinned as he withdrew the knife and let the boy fall to the ground, sobbing quietly. He stood up and towered the female elven queen, grinning he turned around, his cloak whipping against her face as he walked towards his father. His father handed him a goblet as the both drank deeply. I take it our business is done here? The emperor asked, already knowing the answer. His word was law, everyone in the room knew this. He stood up and used his powerful voice. The boy shall be raised in servitude as a house slave, if he shows skill, he may live - if not.. The Ore mines of Ter'asha He glanced at the boy and heard him weeping louder by the second. They. Pointing at the two male warriors. .. shall be send towards the Ore mines, providing they shall not offer resistance, otherwise give them to our physicians, to hone their skills upon. He lifted his goblet to his lips and drank deeply again, his eyes a bit blurred from the heavy drinking. The whore's to be shall be brought to my chambers, I shall instruct them in the ways off the court He laughed as well as the rest of the court, The elven captives looked terrified, their fates decided by pubescent drunken men. The Emperor moved with a steady pace as he turned around. My son, I leave the spirited beast to you, see If you can tame her He waited for his household guard to accompany him towards the door. We shall discuss how we shall divide the lands an populace tomorrow, I bid the a good day gentle men He turned his back on them as he walked out the door, his hand up in the air as he waved. The generals in the room clicked their heels together and saluted. Sire! they said in one voice. Lance finished his goblet as he finished cleaning his knife on a table cloth. tssk he said softly as he turned around. He nodded towards the soldiers to proceed as he walked towards the two holding his 'prize'. Take her down to the chariot, and let my man servant escort her to my estate, let him take 20 soldiers as a precaution. He knelt before the the elven queen as he placed the blooded table cloth between her breast. A reminder of your place in this world, do not tempt me. His eyes cold and calculating. We shall talk further soon He stood up and motioned for the guards to take them away. Lance threw his cape back around his broad shoulders as he checked his leather and chain-mail armour for flaws,it was a habit of his in battle- and stuck in his court routines as well. After toasting a short while with the generals he made his way to the door, his man servant following him, informing him about the situations of his estate and populace. He would arrive in his estate in four hours, by then the queen should be fed and cleaned by the maids. He tried to picture her in regal clothing before he laughed out loud. The whole idea was preposterous, tree-huggers looking regal.
Thread: The Elven gift Silvamoon & Flassche

The poor childs sobs echoed around the chamber noisily, and Maewyn felt her despair grow as the helplessness of the situation made itself very apparent. Clearly she was dealing with barbarians here, and in her gut she knew words would solve nothing. If she had an army behind her they maybe they would listen to her speak, but since they had already killed off her race that was impossible. The queen fought back the urge to huff as the human boy stalked off without a word, and she did not flinch when the edge of his cloak brushed her cheek. Within a moment she had wrestled away from her guards and rushed over to the young elven boy, enfolding him the best she could in her shackled grasp. The child cried into her arms as the older human decreed what his job would be, as well as the stations for the remaining elves. Maewyn felt heartsick at the terror on the elven girls faces, and her mind raced for something she could do. Sex was supposed to be a pleasurable and fun act, not meant to be degrading or fearful. Wait. Wait! The queen finally found her voice just before the Emperor walked out of the door. She continued to clutch at the boy and didnt move from her spot, but her voice was powerful. I am Queen of these fair people, and I would like to bargain for their freedom While she had not thought the man would be happy to speak with her, she had not expected his brazen disregard for her when he did not even stop walking and continued out of the chamber. Maewyn bit the inside of her cheek to stop from shouting out in anger, the hopelessness of the situation threatening to overwhelm her. For 3000 years she ruled as Queen of the Tora, and in a few short months she was reduced to this, a warprize meant for a human boy. With steady violet eyes she watched as the youth approached her, and did not shy away when he threatened her. Instead of yelling her voice was quiet, snapping with the anger she was keeping bottled inside. You disgust me. I would rather be dead then spend a day in your presence. If all else failed, at least they could have the courtesy to kill her instead of keeping her alive and prolonging the torture.