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Terra Mätersuus Grätia Realm 1 - Genesis Desire, Physical Revelation by Magnyss669
The night was cool; the kind of subdued wintry chill that could be felt dancing about on the skin even through the layered shields of clothing. It was a crisp, dark night, seemingly made darker and colder by the cloudless canopy of icy stars overhead and the bright full moon hanging above a black sea mirroring the darkened atmosphere above. Beneath this immense drape of night lay a sleeping kingdom; it's presence stamped proudly over the majority of the continent itself, as ancient as the land and the sea it bordered. It's stunning mosaic of structures and provinces lay thrown over the tranquil nightscape, forgotten and quiet where it would have been worshipped and looked upon with awe and intrigue by day, as the world now nestled down in comfortable darkness. Now, only an occasional solitary bleary-eyed traveler could be seen striding amongst the marvelous avenues and throughways of the kingdom's capitol city, blurred incoherent and nondescript in the night's irrefutable cloak. He might glance up at his fantastic surroundings with mild disinterest as he turned up his collar a little further against the night's icy fangs nibbling at his neck, hurrying on to a warmer destination. Couples on their way home from a late night rendezvous might clutch each other a fraction closer, reveling in the pleasant warmth their partner produced as they whispered intimate secrets to one another. Higher, in a structure that overlooked everything it ruled below on a noble rise of land, stood a castle of white marble and limestone, gleaming fantastically like a wraith's silent palace in the bright moonlight. It towered above the grand cobblestone promenade and courtyards below like a watchtower placed to be seen clearly across the black sea and continents that lay on other shores. From a vaulted window high in one of the uppermost parapets, a pair of eyes gazed out over the expansive bay and looked into the very face of the moon. The shifting yellow light of fire in wall-mounted braziers on the tower's innards flickered against this figure's back and spilled out into the night only to be swallowed instantly by the indignant darkness. A woman stood at the window, her arms delicately placed on the stone jambs as she watched the moon cast its long, glittering reflection down into the calm obsidian sea leagues below. Her name was Shyris, the queen of this grand realm. She watched the night as she calmly waited for the industrious preparations going on behind her to be completed. Her demeanor was an inherently regal one as her station demanded, but her manner had such a feminine, almost angelic serenity imbued in it that just to allow your eyes to rest on her for a moment was to come face to face with one's own basest desires made flesh. Which was to say nothing of how she was currently dressed. She wore only a silk robe that shimmered on her shoulders and rippled as she moved, spun of a virid dark emerald hue edged in black satin. It dropped to her ankles, it's length left unbelted and it's front draped open as she savored the feeling of the cool air snaking in through the window and into the warmer room like a stimulating unseen mist. The night's delightfully chilling fingers cradled her face and troubled her hair like a lover's teasing touch, trickling down the generous expanse of her chest and stomach left bare. She closed her eyes slowly, her large irises a deep and entrancing shade of amethyst, and let her mind drift, allowing herself to inwardly muse about what she was about to undertake. She had just bathed; she compared the contrast of the lulling embrace of the warm water on her naked body only short minutes before and the cold touch of the night air on the inner curves of her full breasts and smooth stomach now. She recalled how she had luxuriated in the hot bath, resisting the hot carnal urges to let her fingers explore the slopes of her inner thighs and vulva under the water's warm surface. She had known then, as she did now, that she needed to hoard all her sexual energy to the task at hand. Nothing but her best effort would suffice; tonight's events would determine a whole new realm of sexuality for her and she demanded of herself to be in best form, no matter what manners of arousal tugged at her mind to satisfy them. Tonight would be a proud night for her; a bold yet clandestine orgy of physical interpretations and sensations that she would not dare let herself indulge in when her husband was present. But that was not a concern now; Darius was off campaigning the eastern provinces of Rhyce in long-overdue flexings of political and heraldic muscle. The letters he diligently sent back to her outlined his successes in painfully accurate military-minded detail; she barely forced upon herself the courtesy to listen as the court chamberlain would read aloud to her all the provisos and privileges being gained for King and country. Frightfully dull oratories of pomp and circumstance for a woman being deprived of all the romantic and sexual provisions she was normally accustomed to receiving. Sweeping away these littered clouds of monotony and routine from her mind, she let her senses wander about her body, noticing with a gratifying glance downward how visibly peaked her nipples had grown during her thoughts. The chill from the night air creeping brazenly into her rippling robe and caressing the undersides of her loosed breasts had aroused her into creamy thoughts of desires, and the upturned stipples poking at the silken fabric flowing down her twin mounds bore testament. She let her fingertips press into her breastbone gently, just for the anticipation of knowing all the wonderful sensations that would ripple down her skin in electrifying waves once she had committed to tonight's indulgences. Taking in a breath of the night's outside freshness, she felt her heart quicken just a fraction, letting her hand slide down between the twin bulges and the backs of her fingers stop just short of her navel, right in the sensitive flesh of her stomach. She felt the limp flatness of her trim abdomen as she slid her index finger into her bellybutton, pressing inward gently with her smooth nail as the rest of her fingers spread themselves over the gentle rise of flesh below. Her abdomen sloped inward beautifully to merge with her vulva, her soft brown pubic hair a velveteen ornament to a vagina so perfect and well-suited to it's function that even women would feel a rush of endorphins at the sight of her nude exhibition. Yes, soon, there would be much more where her hand rested than before, much more indeed. More than any ordinary human woman could boast of; certainly more than any woman bulging with child and heavy from her lateness could exhibit. Shyris took a cherished moment to dwell upon how it would feel. She remembered how she would feel after the celebratory banquets and guest dinners often accustomed to monarchy protocol. She recalled how she would sit in her gold-wrought banquet chair amidst the numbing myriad of voices spouting their pointless drivel and force her hands to remain still in her lap and a demure smile painted on her lips to assure her guests of her absolutely feigned interest in them. How she often longed to let her fingers trail lightly but meaningfully down her daintily crossed leg casually as though she were flicking at a pesky itch, and let it flip up her gossamer petticoats and lodge on her belly. A belly tight and saturated with her meal, almost rending her senses drunk from arousal as she imagined herself lying naked and glossed in perspiration in her bedchambers caressing her meal and the taught flesh holding it in. Her figure was to be envied of even by Venus; full pouting breasts that thrust from her chest as though introducing themselves to be fondled and fawned over, long lithe legs, hair the color of rich mahogany that always smelled of white rose petals, and a face belonging to a reclusive angel. But despite her allure, no one paid much passing notice of how much she would actually eat at these banquets, even though it was food enough for three women of her own respective size. And Darius would never make the subtle connection between these feasts and the hours they would spend afterward in unusually energetic and vocal sex. He would just hammer away at her from behind and watch as her hormone-swollen breasts heaved back and forth from his valiant efforts into her, not really watching as she would bury her face into a thick pillow and knead the warm bump in her middle with both hands. He would cram his thick manhood deeply into her warm, slippery vaginal muscles oblivious to the fact that she didn't feel what was going on back between her hips half as much as how immaculately exercised her belly felt, warm and tightly filled. But tonight, there was nothing stopping her from fully exercising her gluttonous desires. Darius was gone, and no one would keep her from filling herself to the point where she could hold no more and burst with libido from every pore and cell. Darius was gone, and no one would enter the queen's chambers without permission. Just to be certain of the latter, Shyris had cast a displacement glamour around her chamber and all in it, ensuring that time bent itself around this particular event horizon as long as she could sustain the effect. Not a moment would pass in the definitions of anything outside her chamber, and nothing would be amiss. Being of Esper heritage rather than human, she had control of innumerable forces of the earth and astral properties readily at her disposal, and these activities proved her abilities could be useful in many applications. Feeling an interesting sensation beckoning her from her lower regions, she felt a slipperyness manifesting in her groin. Glancing down at the neatly-trimmed wedge of soft auburn hair climbing a short distance from the split of her labia, she took in a quick reflexive breath as she reigned in her heartbeat and realized that her thoughts were beginning to lubricate her already. Pressing her index finger past her warm lips and between her teeth, she flicked her soft tongue around it absently as she slid her right leg forward a bit under the lapel of her robe, a thick shock of rich hair sliding over her shoulder and hanging from its part to drape over half her face in wisps and tangled swaths. A pleasant sensation, she noted, but premature. Turning away from the waist-high cold stone window ledge, the Esper queen with the amethyst eyes focused her attention on the scene occupying the majority of her bedchambers. She leaned back against the chilly stone masonry and watched as the half-dozen or so chambermaids ferrying the last of the food to the dark hardwood tables lined up against the fireplace wall. A fire burned in the hearth to keep out the chill and to warm the main courses prepared by the kitchen's ovens lined up in tantalizing array, flickering ragged amber and vermilion shades over the gargantuan meal that lay in readiness for her to dispose of. She'd ordered a banquet catered to her chambers, and the kitchen staff had obliged with career-refined skill and haste, probably thinking it to be just another one of a noble's wasteful quirks. Everything one would ask for in a castle banquet had been provided for; suckling pig, all manner of fowl and game bird roasted with glittering sugar glazes, a myriad of cut meats accompanied by warm bread from every province and region, cheeses, rye, malt, and vineyard wines of every color and fermentation. A feast set out for the appreciation of a league of dignitaries, yet only fated to be enjoyed by one woman. One determined, entrancing woman of impeccable beauty and benign spirit that no one for an instant would think capable of such a feat in either choice or interest. She watched, one hand still resting on the quiet slope of her abdomen with a delicate bend in her wrist. It was still something of an effort to resist the temptation to let her hand drip down in between warmth of her inner thighs and melt the rest of her body melt into a pool of ecstasy, to writhe about in convulsions generated by insatiable lust. For now though, she consented herself with a gentle massage with her fingertips in the sensitive skin below her navel as she thought of how she would grow as the food set out for her diminished into it's destination. "Is everything ready, Minara?" One of the girls, a tender young maiden with a mane of straight light brown hair and soft eyes, turned from adjusting a serving tray on a corner. She held her hands in front of herself and straightened, spears of hair broken away from their part brushing the long lashes of her eyes as she blinked. "Yes, Highness. Everything is as you requested." "Good. Well, shall we begin before things get cold?" she smiled, her hand still lingering teasingly near her silently pleading groin. "As it pleases you, Highness." The girl's voice was as soft as the brush of a grey spring pussywillow on her ear. The other chambermaids stood attentively by the tables awaiting instruction. They were all clad in black challis skirts and loose white bodices with a generous décolletage, their varying busts hoisted by a thick waist girdle belt laced up in ring grommets rather than a stifling and uncomfortable corset underneath. None of them were intimidated by the nakedness of their radiant queen so easily seen by the gaping openness of the robe pulled loosely over her shoulders; they were accustomed to the overt femininity she trademarked. Striding with the grace of a bird's wings in her waist, she stood before Minara and tilted her head slightly as she looked into deep doe-brown eyes set in a plaintive face. Brushing a few curving threads of her own auburn hair out of her eyes, she stepped up so their faces were only inches apart, her loosely-draped breasts pointing into the younger girl's bodice ever-so-lightly. Despite her reflexive twitch as their mammary flesh touched through the thin silk and cotton separating them, Minara lips eclipsed slowly with a shared smile. "Would you see to the appetizers, Minara?" Shyris murmured, still massaging her abdomen with her fingertips. "Immediately, Highness." Shyris knew Minara had the same desire to see her put away the food set out in gluttonous device, and she meant to see that both their lusts were fulfilled. She turned away, her breasts dropping a fraction pleasantly from where they had been pressed to the other woman's perked bust, her robe flowing like smoke in her wake as she strode over to her extravagant four-poster bed. She lay down on the silk spreads and the furs stitched together from the outer hides of the softest animals, tossing her robe to spread under the small of her back. She wriggled slightly while resting her back against the incline of a bank of feather and down-stuffed pillows, feeling the ticklish carpet of soft animal hairs on her bare legs and the muscles of her rear as she settled against the bank of pillows. Rather than idly watching the chambermaids move into preparations of the food for her, she took the time to prepare herself for the food she will consume. Closing her violet eyes, she slowly runs her fingertips all the way up her legs from her toes to the firm dual lump of her labia under her buttocks, then all the way down her arms starting from opposite shoulders so her fingers met against each other after passing over her palms. Finally, she drew her fingertips to the nape of her neck and slid them rhythmically down her breastbone, over the warm mounds of her breasts, until her index fingers joined in her navel. Her lips curved a fraction as she felt the characteristic effervescent warmness of the chi'harraan wards she'd just cast creeping over her like a slow erotic tide. Sliding up her legs into her vagina, washing down the generous curves of her chest to gather at her nipples like tidepools, and swirling unseen over the expanse of her belly like vapor escaping from a cauldron. The chi'harraan was a sensory glamour that coated her body like a layer of sweet incensed rubbing oil that turned her sense of touch inside out; all the pleasant chemical impulses of estrogen and endorphins that stimulated her nerves and muscles could be felt and intensified on the upper layer of her skin. Not only would it help dull her stomach's gorging, it could prolong an orgasm for several minutes as well as multiply it. A quiet voice at her elbow made her eyes slide open again; Mirana stood silently beside the bed holding a delicate crystal goblet half-filled with a burgundy ferment and the corresponding bottle. For a moment or two the younger woman let her eyes stray over the aesthetic curves of her liege's waist that ran into her groin and the beautiful bulges lifting the robe's fabric off her chest; herself having ripened generously from awkward girlhood only a scant few years earlier. "Here, my lady. This is a strong eastern Cherry, it will help your stomach's endurance." "Thank you Mina," Shyris replied, taking the chalice from her and using the pet term she called the modest chambermaid when they conversed alone. She raised her right knee and draped her arm over it leisurely as she laid back and smelled the wine, her breasts swelling out to the sides of her ribcage as gravity pressed itself against her. Her hair had pooled under her back as she'd reclined, she pulled it from underneath and tossed her head briskly in one single flowing motion of rich brown color so it fanned over the pillows like a satin drape. She brought the goblet to her lips and tipped it up to taste the tart wine; she enjoyed the cool sting on her tongue as it slipped into her throat. "Mmmm. This was a perfect choice, Mina. I'll need the entire flask." "Of course, my lady." Shyris hid her smile behind the glass as she saw an inner light spark into life under Minara's long lashes. It brought a tightness to her taste buds, potent with fermentation. It would coat her stomach and at the same time intensify the taste of the first things she would eat. Tipping the glass cupped in her palm upward slowly, she drained it silently in a few seconds and closed her eyes as she reveled in the feeling of the cool, tart prologue to her meal sliding down her throat with a delightful sting. The nubile chambermaid stood by with the bottle poised, and immediately refilled the glass almost three-fourths of the way this time, her pert lips a subdued shade of peach and curved with an aroused smile as she watched her mistress drink. She loved to watch the queen in her own quiet way whenever she was disrobed, and now, as many times before, two plaintive dainty points introduced themselves to the spotless white cotton of her sloped bodice. She loved Shyris's body; it was so erotically artistic to her. It helped to remind her of when she herself had been a young girl and watched amazed over the months as her hips had flared out, hair had begun peeping out over her vagina, and her own breasts had emerged from her smooth juvenile chest. She remembered the excitement of watching her nipples rising over weeks on soft, sensitive lumps of flesh like ripening domes of fresh bread. Shyris watched Minara with one eye as she tipped her second glass upward slightly faster, her free hand arching over the nape of her neck as she pulled the wine from the glass rapidly past her tongue and down her eager throat. She arched her head back a bit as she drained the dark red dregs rich with the wine's taste, the tiniest ghost of a gulp echoing from her gullet as she handed the glass back to her observer. "Let's hurry this on its way, drinking by glass will take too long. Give the flask to me." Minara handed over the large bottle, made of thick dark green glass and put the goblet aside on the reading table by the bed. She watched as her mistress sat up, her stomach receding a bit and her thick mane of perfumed hair slipping down her back again. Shyris tossed a few wisps straying from their part out of her eyes, then supported the bottle with her right palm as she tilted her head back to the appropriate angle and put the hard glass ring to her waiting lips and closed her eyes. The wine began flowing past her teeth and tongue, tingling her cheeks as she began swallowing slowly, then with increasing rhythm as she put a hand lightly to her throat. Minara watched every movement of Shyris's body as she drank from the bottle, the slight undulations of her stomach and more pronounced hitching of those beautiful breasts as her mistress breathed shallowly in rhythm with her increasing swallows. Shyris watched as giant bubbles burbled to the surface of the vacuum inside the bottle as she tilted it higher, now gulping the delicious dark liquid in huge swallows, her throat moving with her gulps. She let her hand slip down over her collarbone and over the tender bulge of her left breast and it's screaming point, her fingers coming to rest just under her diaphragm as she arched her back and felt the last of the bottle's contents gurgling it's way into her stomach. At last, the last surging liquid disappeared down into her lips and passed into her, and she lowered the bottle, handing it back to the young woman standing at her side and reclining again. Both hands rested passively on her belly after she had drawn her fingers over her tingling lips carefully, her stomach now nearly two quarts fuller than it had been before and much warmer, despite the wine's preparatory chilling. Shyris knew this was only the beginning, there would be much more to come. "That was a delicious selection, Mina. I'd like to drink the rest of it's stock with the first courses," Shyris approved, lightly patting her stomach with her left fingertips in a decidedly intimate summons. "I only hope you won't think less a lady of me for having drunk it so rapidly." Minara shook her head. "I think only higher of you for it." Shyris smiled knowingly. "Do you think there is time for you to massage it into effect before the food is ready?" The girl glanced over her shoulder at her companions industriously cutting, arranging and sorting culinary delights behind her, then sat on the edge of the bed. "Of course, my lady." Shyris moved her arms so they rested on the pillows supporting her shoulders, and Minara eagerly moved her hands into position, rubbing inward and downward in an intoxicating rhythm on the inner slope of her mistress's abdomen. Not surprisingly, it felt just an inkling more springy. Shyris sighed gratifyingly with the attention lavished on her indulged stomach, the chi'harraan glamour swirling about her flesh in dizzying eddies made the sensations ten times richer. Offhandedly, the Esper queen reached down and cupped one of Minara's firm young breasts in her hand from where she was bent over, her thumb rubbing over the pleading nipple straining at the bodice underneath as she tested it's weight and vigor. At a downward glance, her own nipples had elongated from her drinking, the tan areolas swollen and peaked to give her breasts a sharp, pointed appearance, the right one now naked and exposed as her robe had slipped off her shoulder. "Do you think I'll be able to achieve my goal?" she asked her servant as she eagerly wove her hands over the soft, yielding muscles of Shyris's abdomen. "I believe in you, my lady," she replied, encouraged and aroused by the queen's skilled hand exploring her own untested womanhood as she leaned down and placed her soft lips over Shyris's belly button, then boldly put her tongue in it for a moment. "True to my heart, I do." "Then, I shall try to satisfy both of our desires." Shyris slipped her hand into the bodice and snaked her fingers in between the warm mounds waiting inside, squeezing the tender flesh gently and rubbing the firm areola between finger and thumb for a while. Minara let a high-pitched moan slip out, then redoubled her efforts to please her queen. A short time later, the younger woman stood by the queen's bedside as the first of the plates and dishes were brought up; her face flushed bright pink and her eyes glassy, but she remained composed. It was time for duty, and she would see to it. The first courses were plates of meats cut out of the game animals, with appropriate complementary fruits and vegetables gleaned from the immense centerpiece provided earlier. There were bowls of bouillon broth and several available breathing flasks of the red Cherry ferment of course, along with assorted pastries and decanters and tureens of garnishes. The chambermaids placed all these in violently stimulating array before Shyris on a hardy cloth spread over what would be her eating area, then the majority of them left to prepare more. Minara stood dutifully by, her arousal on hold as she saw to her mistress's comfort. Delicately, and with appropriate banquet precision, Shyris brandished her knife and fork. After a secret smile to Minara, she sat up straight on her bed and began to eat. Minara gathered up her mistress's long velvet tresses and twisted the brown mane of beautiful hair into a tight immaculate bun and pinned it as Shyris began to taste the first of her meats. The lovely servant girl watched Shyris eat, admiring how she sat straight with her bare legs folded up under her as her knife and fork transported mouthful after mouthful past her waiting lips, eating quickly but calculatingly. She watched the slope of Shyris's belly, especially the tender pout under her navel, thrilling even at the swelling when Shyris took in a breath. The Esper queen ate like she had never eaten before, finishing off the first array of plates in a matter of minutes. Laying her utensils aside, she cupped a few bowls of hot scallion-sprinkled broth and drank them down quickly. She tucked her legs up further under her as Minara moved in and began rubbing her shoulders to keep away knots of tension while she waited for the next wave. She wiped off her lips with her cloth napkin and drained her wineglass as she arched her back and probed her belly gently. Her hands moved up and down over her stomach, pressing in here and there as though she meant to uncover some buried treasure in it. It was taught and delightfully sensitive to touch, but not noticeably bigger. It was all right, soon pleasant things would begin happening. "How do you feel, my lady?" Minara asked quietly, keeping her libido reigned in. "Invigorated." Shyris smiled as she saw the others approaching, all laden with plates and trays of entrees, meat dishes, and a teasing assortment of jellies and sides. She continued her steady pace, dicing up cutlets and vegetable dishes with the skill of a fencer, spooning up pudding and pastries, bolting down drinks, and parceling off hunks of fresh bread to soak up the littlest spot of sauce or garnish. She gulped down the jellies, she meandered through fields of green vegetables with her fork, and speared countless chunks of meat like sacrifices to her carnal hunger as bottle after bottle of ferment and water disappeared past her lips. Nothing escaped her eye; this mammoth banquet that was purposed for a league of people all became a willing tribute to sate one woman's hungry ambition. Her lips wrapped themselves around more and more with each moment as though time were running out, even though time was at an infinite horizon until she nulled the glamour protecting her chambers. Every now and then, she would lean back into Minara's warm lap in between waves and let herself be fed small tidbits left over, her warm lips lingering on her servants fingers for a moment before she let them slide off so her teeth could appropriate her meal. Each new wave of food brought new pleasures to her, she would nibble on bones until every scrap had been swallowed and disappeared into her waxing stomach, each plate and bowl was scraped clean and only seeds and cores remained untouched by her eager mouth. Although her belly had made a valiant effort not to allow itself to be embarrassed by it's intolerably beautiful owner's gorging, after the fourth pass of plates she was beginning to show prominently how much she had consumed. She had noticed a heaviness building up in her, and as she was delicately draining the jellied berry filling out of a pastry, her abdomen let a long gurgling moan escape. Minara thrilled silently, and Shyris laughed a soft and genuine response, dabbing her sugary fingertips past her lips. "Yes, I know. Don't worry, I'm not near to being finished. More is on the way." She allowed herself to clasp her hands over the now-visible bulge prying it's way between her tucked legs. It looked as though she had taken in a very deep, permanent breath into her. She slid her hands up and down the sloping lump, reveling in the feel of such satisfying gluttony. "Mina, it's happening," she murmured lazily as she watched her next army of indulging nourishment coming. "Mmmmm. It feels even better than I had thought." "It's beautiful, Highness." Minara couldn't bear to hold back any longer and reached her hands around Shyris's distended middle, slowly running her palms up and down the growing bulge, feeling it moving as her mistress breathed. Shyris let a grateful sigh escape her, the dramatic exhalation troubling the thick hair pulled back behind her servant's ear as the girl began dragging her fingernails with stimulating grace over the sensitive flesh. "I'll not stop until everything set out for me is eaten," she murmured softly into the girl's ear, promoting a blushing flush in her cheeks as she imagined how she would feel when all was how she had planned. Gradually, over what seemed to be the passing of stagnant hours, Shyris's middle became more and more imbued with distinct increases in size. What started as a slender female abdomen had grown, had swelled, and had filled out into an unmistakable gourd of gluttony. The slope had become a lump, and had shortly grown into a plump, compact bulge. This round, ripe bulge below her navel had given her the unmistakable glow and appearance of a pregnant woman, and it began to creep upward, stretching everything below her ribcage into a taught, heavy dome. Still, she had sat straight with utensils in hand, calmly and quickly slicing up meats and biting fruits and vegetables out into spent carcasses littering the plates ferried back and forth. The dome of her belly had been exerting more and more pressure on her legs where they were pressed up against each other and tucked under her, and the warm flesh creeping glacially down between her thighs had only inspired her to eat more swiftly. The other chambermaids would occasionally stop to stare for a moment before fear of reproof sent them back into action, at their queen and wonder how much more she would be able to consume before her swelling stomach would give way. Some of them wondered which would yield first, the banquet's food supply or the woman slowly processing it. It seemed such a strange sight; their dignified, feminine monarch sitting upright on her bed and steadily eating more raw sustenance than could be consumed by an entire garrison of Darius's hardiest Iron Hand dragoons. She only smiled at their stares, lifting another healthy portion of roast duck or candied yam to her lips, swallowing quickly as she parceled out her next servings on another plate with nimble hands and enjoyed the tart, meaty sweetness washing over her taste buds. She portrayed no shame or inhibition at her spectacle, only lofty grace and arousal kept tightly in control. It was getting harder for her to keep her legs under her in proper posture because of the increasing weight pressing down on them as her stomach demanded room to grow, and she had begun to support herself with one arm and eat with one hand. After a time, she spread her legs apart about a foot and let her stomach fill the space as she arched her back forward. At long last, Minara informed her that this was the last course of food; everything else had been eaten. "You've done it, Highness," she smiled. "This is the last of it." Shyris draped one arm across the crown of her now-mammoth abdomen as she drained her glass in one long savoring gulp, her fingers spread over her emancipated flesh as though protecting it and assuring it of her erotic love. "It's almost a pity," she said with warm, satisfied tones. "I'm relieved, but at the same time wish there were more to fill me." She brought Minara's hand down from her shoulder and slipped it under her own on the smooth, tanned mountain that had once been her slender torso. It was so very warm and smooth, drawn taught with the immense load it contained but still held a pliancy that would send ripples of pleasure up Shyris's entire body when touched. The last servings, larger because they consisted of the dregs of all other near-finished foods, were put out before her, and pulling away from her servant, Shyris set into it, resisting the howling temptations to lie back and let her belly drown her in a sea of rising orgasms. She ate a little more slowly, savoring the flavor of every last fragment that passed from her fork through her lips, down her throat and into her waiting stomach as it embraced each new bit of fuel that buoyed it's size and pressed it's horizons outward. Shyris knew the burden she carried in her middle was packed incredibly tight, because she could feel her stomach press just a little further out with each plate she finished. Her posture was still bolt upright despite the cramping in her lower back that urged her to sink back into the pillows and rest, and she reveled in the warm sensations of skin on skin creeping in tiny increments further and further down her inner thighs. Finishing the salty meat solids and the vegetables, she picked up a tureen of warm, creamy spice pudding and poured it in slow deep gulps down her throat, coating her with warmth as it slid to rest in her turgid abdomen. In a fit of eager daring, she pressed a plump oversized dumpling into her mouth and closed her lips over it. With a pronounced gulp, she swallowed it whole, letting it's delicious gravy slip it down her throat and into her colossal stomach as she tilted her head back and felt its journey down her gullet. She thrilled as her straining tummy pressed outward inches more as she bolted down pastries and the last pieces of candied fruits, her servants watching in admiration and awe as the last chocolate-glazed desserts vanished into her waiting mouth. After swallowing the last glass of wine and its ticklish barrage of tiny champagne bubbles, a sparkling white Chablis, she wiped her mouth with her napkin and set her utensils aside. She gazed down at herself with a faraway smile and glazed eyes, overwhelmed with dueling feelings of incredible accomplishment and intoxicating arousal. What she saw thrilled her, excited her. Filled her with a carnal hunger to satisfy her mounting physical urges. Mina's eyes were warm and soft as she observed her mistress's pleasure, her own urges almost taking hold of her as the flesh of Shyris's stomach trembled while one final grinding gurgle burping up from the depths of the fleshy dome. Her belly was tremendously large, the size of it surpassed a pregnant woman heavy with two unborn. She wriggled her legs a fraction wider, watching it settle between her thighs. It extended in a wonderfully taught dome nearly a foot from her ribcage, a mountain of belly not bloated but swollen far into a blissful cacophony of sexual sensations and exhilarating impulses. Her breasts had also been blessed by her gorging, having received a slower stream of milk-producing elements through her bloodstream and saturated to the point of growth themselves, now sensitive and hanging heavy with their own nourishing loads. They had grown firm and very round on the undersides, rising from her chest at a more drastic angle despite their obvious weight. The darker sandy-brown areolas had swollen, those perfect circles of electric sensation bulging up from the smooth epicenter of her breasts and thrusting her hard stipples up violently under the shimmering silk. She sat there, leaning on her right arm as it supported her, gazing down at a wealthy, even exorbitant, spread of food reduced to a tawny bulge of magnificent size, a meal that would have killed other women before they would have been able to finish it. Shyris had prepared herself for this obvious provision of the ordeal. She had drawn on the energy expended by the other women present kinetically transferred into the air around them by their activity, and had used it to create subtle changes in her body's structure. She had mentally knitted a series of kinetic "webs" in the ethereal parts of her abdomen, all clustered tightly into a network that captured molecules and particles of the food she ingested on their fibrils. When one "web" was saturated, it would collapse into a small pocket and settle itself into a corner of her ethereal belly, compacting the food into degrees too small to measure. Yet it still filled her physical stomach, and granted her the intoxicating bearings of fullness and satisfaction. And how full she was, indeed. As the dishware and implements of her meal were briskly cleared away and the thick food-soiled drape whisked off, Shyris opened her eyes and straightened her robe as she moved to get off the bed and stand; she'd been idle a long time and needed to move about. Her movement was not without difficulty, though, since her body weight had nearly doubled. Minara took her arm and helped her stand gently, but she very nearly staggered forward as she stood upright. Not used to carrying such a formidable bulk in front of herself, she moved carefully and slowly. This only increased her appearance of grace and dignified bearing despite the overt immensity thrusting out between the falling lapels of her robe in combination of her milk-emulsified breasts and nipples startlingly visible through the thin material. "Oh, my lady," Minara breathed, drinking in Shyris's appearance like an elixir. "You've made yourself the very Earth Mother in the flesh. How do you feel?" "I'm ready to burst," Shyris gushed emphatically in voice of pure drunken pleasure as she lolled her head back a bit, her fingers spread wide over the heavier lower expanse of her stomach. "Perhaps you should lie down, you'll feel better." "No, I wasn't referring to my stomach. It feels very….," the Esper woman smiled cryptically, hugging herself tenderly like a mother caressing her unborn offspring, "…satisfied." Minara smiled, knowing her meaning. She was almost jealous of her queen's carnal enjoyment, not being able to share in much of it. She turned reluctantly away, seeing to the retraction of the banquet implements and plates piled with the meager inedible remnants of the bizarre solitary feast. Out of the corner of her eye, she drizzled her gaze over the serene queen holding herself and gazing dreamily out the chamber window into the black, star-jeweled night sky, aglow with beleaguered ecstasy. She looked from behind like any other slender woman of high estate if one were to ignore the pale bulges spreading her robe and peeping into view at her sides. Shyris marveled at her own giddy libido as she watched the bright-to-dim cycling twinkles of the stars, her hands exploring her new waistline. I'd consume the entire earth, and forever carry it here before me, heavy and warm, if I knew I were able. She felt so full, so filled with a heavy, syrupy glut of warm anticipation. She wrapped her hands around her huge midriff and cradled it; her belly was full, her womb was full, even her spirit was stuffed to bursting with her own indulgence. Minara touched her shoulder, gently interrupting her thoughts. She turned to see the other chambermaids standing dutifully nearby the tables, her robe swirling at her ankles as her abdomen presented itself in full spectacular glory to her sideward profile before she strode to approach them, Minara at her side. "I thank you all for your diligent efforts tonight," she addressed them. "You may retire with my thanks." The girls began gathering up the remnant dishes and piling them into wheeled carts, emptying the tables quickly and efficiently. Soon the flock of girls had vanished out the thick oaken door, left ajar for Minara's exit. The younger woman stood quietly, her hands clasped in front of her black challis, her bodice still a spotless white and the twin mounds concealed within still brandishing a pair of subtle peaks that silently asked a question the girls herself dare not. Shyris stepped up to the servant girl, looking deep into her endearing brown eyes as she brushed her stomach up against her arm lightly. "You were very good tonight, Mina. You gave me everything just when I needed it." The girl's cheeks flushed, electrified by Shyris's touch and the possibilities of being alone with her queen. "I wish only to serve you." "And so much more," Shyris added leaning a bit closer so her belly touched Minara's own waist. "I know you want to share the night with me." "Yes, my lady." Minara's cheeks reddened. "And there is nothing I would rather have," Shyris affirmed softly, her lips inches from the girl's ear. "But first, I need to be alone. I will send for you when I am….." she leaned forward, the distance between their lips diminishing rapidly, "…ready." Her warm lips closed over the younger woman's, delicately massaging Minara's mouth as her affections were instantly returned. She could feel Minara's heart beating more rapidly as she let her tongue slide in and out past their lips, teasing, tantalizing, and talking silently all at the same time. Her hands guided Minara's to her belly, and the girl snugged up against her body from the side for comfort. After too short a time, Shyris broke the warm, wet kiss and stepped back, watching the reluctant expression just visible in her servant's eyes. Minara turned, and headed out the door, glancing once over her shoulder. "Good night, Highness." It was cruel, Shyris knew, but this was a moment she had waited for since she had felt the first fires flickering in her loins at the touch of the slight pout in her belly after large banquet meal. The door now closed, she was alone. Her nostrils picked up the smoky-sweet scent of winter incense in recently lit flues, the welcome aroma pervading and purifying the room. She at last let her senses loose, feeling each cell vibrate and tingle with lust as she ran her hands down the long, round slope of her gorged abdomen; feeling it's size and shape, her silk sleeves sending additional ripples of warmth down her flesh and into her groin. She let a long moan escape as she threw her head back and hefted her heaviness, a chorus of escalating anticipation and excitement. She dragged her nails across her stomach, shivering as the sensations moistened her, then let her hands part her robe and cup gently over the swollen mounds of her breasts. She smiled in genuine happiness as she pressed them into her ribcage and tested their weight for fun, watching her tight, extended nipples pop out between her fingers. She glanced up to the convoluted ceiling of grey stone above her, basking in the warmth and light of both the fire and the braziers on the walls. There was an urgency between her legs that was calling to her in a rising voice, and she didn't wish to ignore it any longer. Throwing her shoulders back and observing as her breasts bounced unevenly a time or two, she let her robe slip off her shoulders and fall into a shimmering, wrinkled emerald pool at her feet, she let go of the sensory glamour that had been reigning her desires in check. That moment, she realized how good it felt to be so ridiculously full. Her belly seemed so completely stuffed to the brink of rupture that to let her tongue lazily lick the sweet glaze of one more side of suckling pig or swallow one more bite of a juicy peach was to burst with an orgasm so powerful she would faint from it. One hand still spread obsessively over herself, she reached up and pulled out the silver pin Minara had used to anchor her tight bun of hair in place. She closed her eyes, feeling her thick tresses spill down her bare back in ticklish, velvety swaths as it uncoiled and spread out in rippling waves. She ran her hand through it a few times to straighten her part before she sank to her knees, her legs trembling as a warm trickle coursed down the inside of her left thigh. She watched entranced as her belly drooped as she leaned forward, hovering only a scant few inches from the masoned stone floor. Her heart beating as though it meant to break free of her chest, she slid one hand down between her legs as she supported herself with the other, her hair falling over her shoulder and forming a curtain that cloaked her face from view. With a certain amount of delighted surprise, she found she couldn't effectively reach her pleading vagina, the drooping sphere of her gigantic stomach got in the way and made her bend her wrist too much to massage her waiting split. With a quiet laugh, she patted her mountainous tummy and sat up on the balls of her feet, spreading her legs wide and cracking her vagina open a bit to the cooler air around her. She found she encountered the same problem though; her immense midriff kept her from reaching between her legs the way she desperately needed to, and her weight made her legs and arches uncomfortable very quickly. Arching her back was no help, her belly only stretched out proudly farther in front of her. She knew the passing thought of lying down on the floor was no good; too cold and too uncomfortable. Standing up and making her way to the bed, she laboriously climbed onto it with a whispery grunt or two, slowly making her way on all fours to turn over and lay on her back over the luxurious soft grey and black furs. She sighed, relieved to be free of fighting gravity and lying in the wonderful grip of animal softness. She let her hands wander all over her towering belly, pressing, probing, and hugging the immense gourd of food close to herself as she noticed how it rose nearly a foot above the rest of her, gravity be damned. She let her fingertips trickle up to her breasts, the full, content bulges lying against the sides of her ribcage and pointing to the ceiling's scattered faded cobwebs with their sharp, upturned nipples. She played with her swollen flesh of motherhood for a bit, rolling them gently on her chest, pressing them together and kissing her nipples together in excited throes of passion. She teased the swollen nubs, pinching them and then blowing a hot breath on them to watch them struggle to peak higher. Hefting one delicious mound up to her lips, she sucked on her round areola for a while as she savored the electric sensations of arousal produced, then bit her nipple playfully. To her surprise, a dribble of sweet fluid greeted her tongue and trickled into her throat. Delighted by the discovery of her own fresh milk, she began sucking and pulling at her breast rhythmically with her lips and teeth, gently beginning to nurse herself. She drank from herself for quite some time, nearly overcome with the eroticism of gulping down her own sweet milk. Finally, her udder drained but still swollen and firm as ever, she let her wrinkled nipple slip from her mouth and she wiped a rivulet of fluid collected at the corner of her lips. With a gratifying smile, she lifted her other breast and massaged it for a moment to stimulate the glands, now completely drunk with pleasure. Biting her nipple hard, she winced, then smiled again as she felt the warm sweetness trickling over her tongue. It was difficult, holding her body up on one arm and suckling on tender milk-gorged breast with the other, but it was well worth it. Her stomach burbled pleasantly a time or two as she nursed, making her close her eyes and drink quicker, knowing her belly was becoming even fuller, if only by a small amount. At last, she let her dry nipple slip from her mouth and she licked her lips in warm comfort and intolerable arousal as she lay back, patting her towering stomach like a mere serf woman after a meal. She furthered her brash, immature manner and parted her rose-colored lips, burping a long, rumbling note, writhing her long legs in unspeakable ecstasy as a rumbling set off in the depths of the stomach her hands circled. "I've grown so much tonight," she murmured to herself in a husky voice. "In body and spirit. And this is only the beginning. New plateaus can be reached, I can feel it. I'll find and conquer them." She smiled, thinking of her eager maidservant. "Perhaps I shall not be alone." Sitting up slowly and moaning as her hard stomach bulged out between her thighs, forcing them apart, she smiled wryly as she got on all four and began preparing to give herself the most gut-wrenching orgasm she would ever experience. "It's a pity, Darius, you never understood the connection between Mother Earth and I," she chuckled. Pulling her shock of velvety hair over her right shoulder, she let it hang and fall into a rich mahogany pool at her side as she steadied herself, her heavy belly hanging below her almost oppressively with it's weight. Deciding on a comfortable stance, she moved up a few arm lengths on the bed, each movement of her appendages swaying her overstuffed breasts and belly with their own internal inertia. In position, she spread her legs and planted her knees wide enough apart so that the dome of flesh rested on the fur spread, pressing further into the bed the more she arched her back and rested more weight on it. She began to rock back and forth slowly as if being entered from behind, rubbing her stomach against the tickling hairs of the furs as they swept back and forth over her skin. The stimulation of it nearly knocked her equilibrium off, and she moaned deeply as she felt the huge weight of what she'd eaten swinging back and forth. Turning her head so her ear rested on the bed, she slowly leaned forward so her shoulders were free and she rested on the bulge of her belly alone, her plump breasts squashing into the titillating furs and pressed against her chest. She reached back with both hands free, and finally greeted her lightly drooling vagina, finding the sensitive flesh of her twin labia under the sheltered pucker of her anus. Grasping her buttocks, she spread her legs a bit more and felt her belly pressing up against her spine as her breath quickened. Running her fingers over the wet split several times, she dug her index finger into the tingling button of her clitoris, flicking it and pinching it's inner fold as her pubic hair became soaked. She brought her slicked fingers up to her mouth for a taste of her honey, and she knew she had been a long time ready for this moment. Her labia had swollen around her opening and had grown hot and pink as her blood bloated them. Finally, she slipped her fingers into this welcoming home as eager visitors, and then pressed in as far as her stretched inner walls would let them. She gasped, her eyes pinched shut and tears squeezing from the corners from the agonizing pleasure of it. She wondered what she must look like from behind; hands laboring at her vagina and legs spread, her generous breasts squeezed into bulbous padding for her chest, and a monstrous, pregnant dome of a stomach holding her undulating hips up. She decided then that it was something she wanted to see, whether it was her on another woman. Her moans were squeaking now, and she cried out loudly every time her clitoris was even slight brushed. Again and again her thick pink lips swallowed her fingers into moist heat, then muscles let go for her to slide then in again. She climbed higher and higher on her sexual plateau, setting herself up for a great, tumultuous dive into a caustic eruption of orgasm. And then it came. She cried out in stark raving pleasure tearing at every cell in her body, and warm rivulets ran down her legs in tickling streams. Her muscles clenched and she ground her teeth as wave after wave wracked her body with spasms of ecstasy, her gargantuan belly shook and her body trembled as her mind-shattering climax escalated, then began to multiply. She began an up-and-down thrill ride of orgasms splitting into two, sometimes three crashing waves of hungry sensations, at once. It went on for what seemed like an hour as she writhed and gasped, then finally subsided and ebbed, and her cramped muscles relaxed, her smiling vagina throbbing a few times before falling still. She lay back down on her back, utterly spent and floating in a sea of gratifying fulfillment. So this is what she had felt calling to her from her tight, pouting abdomen that night after the first banquet. She smiled and let her arms fall back over her hair at her shoulders as she closed her eyes and drifted into a sleep so sound and deep she did not even dream. Her belly rose and fell as she descended into slumber, a silent testament to one woman's discovery of fulfillment. And tomorrow she would awaken, ready for a new day and a new set of challenges. The woman's full lips remained in a satisfied smile, her happiness had been unearthed from a wandering desert of confusion, and she would wrap it up and keep it inside of her forever.
This fiction was inspired by Christi6. Thanks. This fiction is a work of my own, based on characters I created for other purposes. As you can see, there are still a lot of open ends in the story itself. If you read it and enjoyed it, you should be made aware that it doesn't necessarily end here. I will be generating a sequel based on opinions and suggestions of readers who post a message on the Board, or e-mail myself or Frostbyte directly. If you feel this serial should continue in a certain direction, or if you just have an informed suggestion or comment on something you like, drop a line. Otherwise, it will die stillborn like so many other forgotten, neglected brainchildren. Good inspiration depends symbiotically on good input. So generate some feedback for Frost and myself, I encourage it. Conversely, as stated in this site's Main infopage, "all crabby mail will be refuted or ignored." Magnyss669@aol.com
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