Marcos went down the hall and found the Queen with Kaarthen and her girls drinking tea.

Marcos walked over to Mara noting the smell of brandy in the room and the women’s red eyes and blustery cheeks. “Here eat this.” He said offering the hair to his little fuckpet.

“You building a one woman harem Marcos?” Kaarthen asked. Beside her, the Queen sat up wondering what she meant.

“I travel a lot.” He said dismissively. “Besides that’s only the second one.”

“We’re watching you.” Kaarthen said drunkenly and fell back passed out next to the Queen.

“Can you do it on your own?” Marcos asked Mara ignoring them.

The Queen perked up again. “Do what?”

Mara stood. “This.” She dropped her clothes and stood unabashedly naked after changing into darkly tanned, robust, massively breasted, dark haired, and voluptous Duchess Clarin Perstavy. She studied her new body in wonder as Marcos inspected her behind.

The Queen looked amazed at the transformation. “That’s amazing! That’s how you got into the palace that night?”

“Mmmhhmmm.” Marcos muttered fumbling around whipping out his cock.

Mara dropped to it quickly and used her tongue to lift and gobble it. She tasted the other woman on him and continued even more frenzied relishing the mixed tastes of both their cum. After a moment, Mara was bobbing quickly using her own style to augment the Duchess’ more capable body. Marcos felt the difference sliding into her throat from Mara’s body and the one she wore now. The Duchess was bigger bodied and her throat was wider for him and her tongue was slightly more coarse, wider, and longer.

“Bend over Mara.” He commanded.

“Yes, Master.” She said turning and dropping to all fours.

Marcos shuffled behind her looked over to the Queen who was shifting around trying not to be obvious as she tried to masturbate. “Kaarthen’s right next to you.” He said with a grin making her blush.

He lined up and pushed slowly into the Duchess’ pillowy ass. Mara’s additional experience made the ride a dream just as he imagined. Her ass clenched him as he buggered her and he barely had to move as she tilted and worked her hips. Finally, she undulated in a quickening fashion that Marcos hadn’t felt before. Her tight ass seemed to spin on his cock as it raised and lowered chaotically.

Finally, he reached up to her shoulders and spewed into her. Mara leaned down and accepted the warmth and let it trickle deeper into herself.

“Wow that was…” The Queen said leaning forward and creeping off the couch toward him.

“Mom!?” The prince called entering the room.

The Queen shot up and moved around the couches and end-tables to intercept him as Marcos popped over to a couch facing away from the prince. “Hello! Aaa…honey. Did you want me to watch you with the horses?”

“Yes, please.” The prince practically beamed. “What happed to Aunt Clarin?” He asked looking over her shoulder.

“…Nothing to worry about…she’s just tired.” The Queen said stumbling for something to say. “She’s…just sleeping.”

“Oh. Well come on.” He said grabbing her and pulling her from the room.

Marcos noted with a smile how he handled her ass.

Turning back, Marcos got hard looking at Kaarthen sprawled out. Her legs were splayed with one up on the lounge’s arm and she had fallen over onto her side. The palace had found clothes for her and she wore a short linen dress that seemed like a shift on her tall busty frame. On the sides, her high pale breasts swelled out the armholes searching for release.

“Hmm maybe one more.” Marcos eased over and plucked a single white hair from Kaarthen before offering it to Mara.

She took it and smiled as she swallowed it.

Marcos dropped down into Kaarthen’s unwitting presence and hoisted her long pale legs to his shoulders. Her short dress fell away and flipped up to uncover her. Her hairless crotch was shinier than usual.