The foreign noble was a somewhat average-looking brunette with shoulder length hair and light burgundy eyes. She had a cute face and carried herself elegantly, of course. She also seemed to have an exceptional figure. The woman was a bit taller than Ashur, which you were not sure would or would not be a problem with her old tastes. It still made you cringe to remember all the things she did to Teuta back then. Against all wishes, you were attending the welcoming by Ashur’s side. She knew very well what it would look like. The kind of message it would sense. Still, Ashur stood proudly, ready to curtsy as a Princess for her noble, female fiance.

The princess looked up, eying you coldly, then turning her gaze on Ashur. You expected a similar coldness or surprise at her promised being a short, malicious girl in a dress. Instead you saw her blush.
    `Wait, what?` The girl came closer. You took the advice of those who taught you and kept your mouth shut and stood still as Ashur let go of your arm, waiting for the girl to greet her. Before she got close however Ashur spoke across the room. There were a few lowered gazes. It was quite rude. Worse yet was the lack of any honorific.

“Elgen! This is the second time we’ve met, I hope you don’t mind if we drop the titles.” Ahsur offered with a playful wink.

Elgen maintained her composure, closed the distance and curtsied, as she was required to do, then responded while her head was still half lowered.
    “If her Highness wishes it to be so.” Once that was acknowledged, Elgen lifted her head and stared at Ashur rather strangely. You could tell that your princess was eating it up and you felt bad for the girl… at first.

Ashur leaned in. “I’m afraid it seems like consummating might be more difficult than I implied on our first meeting. Without revealing too much, I am one-hundred percent female. If you want to check-”

“Can I?” Elgen asked.

“What?” Both you and Ashur said at the same time. Ashur’s eyes were as big as saucers.

“That’s what I was curious about, if you were one-hundred percent female or if you were simply ‘pulling it off’ as one would say.” She offered in a soft tone.
    “Can I feel your chest?”

“My-” Ashur’s eye twitched.
    “Here?”

“Wherever.” Elgen shrugged.
    “I normally wouldn’t ask, but you wished to drop titles, did you not?”

You were starting to feel a little bad for Ashur, somehow as the Princess crossed her arms over her chest defensively. She turned and began to walk, dragging you along behind her.
    “Come, Fin.”

“Your Highness?” Elgen followed a few steps.
    “Are you female all over? What about-”

You both slipped through a door and it was shut quickly behind you, cutting Elgen off mid question.
    “That was unexpected.”

“Dammit! Why didn’t I consider this… I’m so stupid!” Ashur cursed herself.

“What are you talking about?” You got close and hugged her to your chest to calm her down, stroking her dark hair. She leaned into you and groaned.

“That girl had a scandal. Her family tried to hide it after sorting it out. Basically she tried to elope with some blonde warrior. The warrior was hung on a hill and left for dead, and poor Elgen secluded to her room.” She tightened her embrace.
    “To… make a long story short I just stopped thinking about her at all at some point and forgot.”

A bead of sweat rolled down your brow. You adopted a bemused smile. “That is very characteristic, love.”

“Are you saying I’m forgetful!?”

“No. I’m more or less just saying that you don’t really have time for anything outside your field of view at any given time.”

She sighed and admitted as you patted her head. “That… is true. The only thing I have time for is you, which is why this is extra annoying.” She rocked in your arms, seeming to be thinking on her heels.
    “Hmm… hmm…” She opened her eyes.
    “Let her in!”

The doors opened. Elgen, who had been standing patiently with all the pois of a noble lady, looked around observantly, then walked through. The doors shut again behind her and she stopped, going to introduce herself again.

“Cut the crap!” Ashur shouted.

Elgen’s lips curled up in an annoyed smirk as she looked away. “Her Highness would like to retain or drop formalities?”

“Drop!”

“Can I touch your chest?”

Ashur’s face went bright red again. She stammered a bit as she answered. “Ye- yes.”

Elgen stepped forward and you stepped back. She reached out and rolled her hand over Ashur’s chest, both sides. She did it for quite a bit longer than she probably needed to.
    “These are quite real. What about between your legs?”

Ashur closed her eyes and tensed. “Go ahead and check.

“Where are you going with this?” You whispered to her. She glared at you to back off, which you of course did.

Elgen got down low, swooped her hand under Ashur’s dress and got even closer as her body bent over Ashur’s while her hand explored between the princesses thighs. Ashur shuddered, then grabbed Elgen’s hand abruptly. Abruptly, Elgen stopped and pulled her hand away mechanically.
    “Satisfied?”

She bent down closer. “I need to check the inside of your mouth…”

Ashur shrugged. “Sure, go ahe- wait wh-” Elgen kissed the Princess and you could see by movement in Ashur’s cheek that Elgen was rolling her tongue around inside Ashur’s mouth. You saw the Princess shudder, then relax for a moment before catching herself and pushing Elgen off of her.
    “Y-you sly eel!” Ashur called out, pointing at her while wiping her mouth. She needed to unsmudge her lipstick.

Elgen cocked her head to one side, looked up in thought while Ashur’s flavour was washed around in her mouth. She eventually just nodded, as if the first two tests weren’t already enough.
    “Surprisingly you are actually fully female.”

“Yes. As you can see we-” Ashur began.

“Can make this work.” Elgen shrugged.

“N-no! No we can’t! Your family shouldn’t stand for this! Your Father already hung someone over this!”

Elgen narrowed her eyes, but held back most of her emotioned behind stern, pursed lips.
    “My first love was killed, yes… But only because of her status. My father cared little enough to give me to an abusive, fat little man. He cares equally little to give me to a cute little princess so long as the perks are still there. In fact… the perks may be greater. We’re both women. What does that mean for various rules?”

“Doesn’t matter, because we’re not getting married.”

“I think we are.” Elgen smiled.

“Why!?” Ashur whined, holding her head in her hands. She suddenly pointed to you. You gave an awkward little wave to let everyone know you were still there and listening.

Elgen smirked at you, then drew her gaze back to Ashur. “Yes… it hurts to not be able to be with someone you love due to prior agreements, doesn’t it?”

Ashur gritted her teeth. “I can do whatever I want.”

“Then do that. However… I have a feeling that this deal was not made by you or upheld by you. In fact, if you could have done away with this sooner you would have, no? Instead you were intent on assuming that any part of my family would suddenly be against this when I was SENT here under the impression that I was just meant to deal with the fact that you are a woman. It’s not like it’s a secret… I was mostly just wondering if it was a complete transformation. Somehow, it seems like you’ve managed to fit my tastes. I fully intended to grit my way through this relationship, spit out a few younglings and get on with my luxurious life while eating out every maid I am given, but now I have a cute little princess to toy with and torment as much as I was tormented. I don’t even have to have children anymore. This is honestly the very best deal I possibly could have come up with!” She was panting and grinning madly at the end of that rant in a display that could put Ashur to shame. The princess shrunk under the full tirade as reality began to sink in.

“I can make your life here miserable.” She claimed.

Elgen chuckled. She turned and suddenly lowered her conservative dress to reveal whipping scars.
    “I’ve been beaten, locked in a dungeon and fed nothing but rabbit feed for a while now. Only enough to keep my appearance up. You can do all the worst things in your power and they would be a luxury to my weary self.” She bowed down deeply.
    “Sincerely, Princess, do your worst.” She rose and looked left, then right down the hall.
    “Farewell. I am going to find my accommodations.” Elgen began walking away.

You waited a few seconds until she was gone before looking to see Ashur was completely, for the first time ever, floored and outmatched.
    “That was, uh…”

Ashur stomped, breaking a heel. Once she noticed she looked down, lifted her foot and started tearing up.
    “C-carry me…”

“Alright.” You suddenly ducked down and swooped her up in a princess carry.

“You’re so strong…” She muttered.
    “If only you were smart enough to think of a way around this.”

“I’m not even smart enough to get my family away from an ugly bastard. I assumed you would have some way around one of these deals, or rules or whatever.”

“I don’t! She’s right on every point and I can’t even mistreat her all that much…” She pouted cutely, which juxtaposed the next thing she said.
    “I can’t rightly poison her for a couple years without it looking obvious. I can’t even mistreat her the way I implied I would without making a scandal.”

You furrowed your brow. “Those marks on her back were pretty bad. Does her family even care?”

“Of course not!” She stated as you began walking with her in your arms.
    “But, she’s a prop to them, obviously. That means that they can just turn around and demand compensation if they see me doing anything bad. Even if I only did all the things they did to her in their own home. Can you believe that?”

“Goodness… you not being able to torture someone is really getting to you.”

A sly smirk crossed her lips. “There is one way around this.”

“Oh?”

“If she is found with another person other than me it can all be considered null and void.”

“Wouldn’t that already be the case?”

“Women don’t count, Fin. They have to be sullied! By a cock…”

You cocked your head to one side, smiling houndishly. “I’ve sullied you a few times, but I guess that doesn’t matter if her family just doesn't care.”

She blushed deeply from your words and got small in your arms. “Of course they don’t care… You’re just a concubine.” She paused.
    “To them.”

“I know, I know. Maybe that’s good enough.” You offered casually with a shrug. You bent down, kissing her. She continued to shrink little by little in your arms in terms of ego and personality until she felt like a truly dainty Princess. Her face was fully bright as you spoke.
    “I’ll never have to leave your side… All this girl wants is to live an unbothered, luxurious life, so why bother her at all?”

“I want what we have to be official. I want you to be my King. I want to be your Queen.” She closed her eyes, speaking wistfully.
    “We rule together… Me with an iron fist. Eventually no one will be able to question our union because all those opposing voices will be dead in the bloodbath proceeding my coronation.”

“G-goodness, that is quite a smile to have attached to such a thought. How about we reduce the bloodbath. Only those who actually pose a threat and… leave the others alone to live their lives?” You walked her into your room, noticing the door was open already. You paused, letting Ashur down.
    “They never leave these things open…”

Ashur pinched her nose. “Ugh, it smells like sex in here and look, the door to your bedroom is cracked as well.”

You approached it carefully and quietly, leaned to look through the crack. What you saw, framed perfectly, was quite a joyous site of family revelry. Your Mother was licking Sam’s long, thick member like a lollipop with her hand on the middle. She was engrossed in servicing it so much that she made eye contact with you and must not have noticed, because she merely smiled and kept going. As if that wasn’t enough, Sam’s legs moved and you spotted your Sister.

Sam was seated on the very edge of the bed. You realised Fiona was seated under him with her face tilted back. His balls were draped over her eyes as she waited, chest rising and falling with her mouth open and tongue out. As Marrien wetted Sam’s cock gratefully, her saliva would constantly drip down the length and pool on Fiona’s tongue.

“Your cock is amazing~” Marrien offered breathily.

“I wouldn’t mind being blinded by these twenty-four/seven and mama’s saliva tinged with the sweat from your cock and balls.” She grinned lewdly and inhaled through her nose sharply and intensely.
    “It’s like heaven~”

“Well said.” Marrien giggled.

“It’s like a script.” Ashur whispered to you, leaning just out of sight with her arms crossed.
    “They’ll pretend to notice you any second now.” She claimed.

Marrien turned suddenly to notice you at the door, shifting uncomfortably and staring through the crack. Though they were in your room… Though they were on your bed… somehow you were the one that felt embarrassed. You looked away. Ashur guided your gaze to hers. You relaxed slightly in ways you wouldn’t have been able to without her.

“Sorry, son!” Sam blustered.
    “Heh… We came to visit but you weren’t here so we decided to wait but… Well, these girls get a bit restless when we’re sitting around too long.
    “Fiona! I thought I told you to close that door all the way!”

“Sorry, hehe… My mistake. Was my Brother watching the whole time?” She did not sound at all sincere. Neither did your Mother for that matter as she scolded Fiona.

“Dear… We shouldn’t be flaunting our love in front of Fin. I’m sure he wasn’t just… standing and watching us for too long.”

“N-no… Not the whole time.” You were still looking at Ashur, looking for any answer as to ‘what to do.’

She smiled, getting an idea. “Play along… This is part of my plan. Nothing will happen, I promise, but they need to believe you are compromised for this to work… Trust me, Fin.” She said softly. You gulped and whimpered a little, caught between a rock and a hard cock.