Life was quite pleasant for Magica. After subjecting a village with her brother, nothing could thrill her more than to hold the lives of some lowly peasants. Well, almost nothing. During the weekly offerings from the villagers, one such citizen started to plead for forgiveness as they came up short on their gifts. Just as Magica was about to curse them, Poe took the stand and allowed them to live this one time. "Poe," she whispered to him, "just what do you think you're doing?" Poe turned to her with a slight grin on his face. "My dearest sister, if we curse them all, then we won't have enough peasants to rule over. Learn to limit yourself."
While it was true that she did curse several villagers in the past month, it was only because she's been feeling a bit pent up after conquering the place. Poe called forth the next wave of peasants when Magica pulled Poe off to the side. "Excuse me brother, but I would appreciate it if you didn't undermine me in front of the commoners. If we don't assert our dominance over them, then how will they fear us?" "Magica, they already fear us. Please, just sit down and let them present their offerings."
As several of the peasants filed in with bags of gold coins to lay before the twins, it was the last one who offered up some wheat to make up for the lack of coin. Furious, Magica got up from her throne and started to berate the poor villager. "Wheat?! You offer up some meaningless wheat to make up for your lack of coin?! Just what do you-" Magica's face turned red. Stopped in the middle of her rant, she felt something brush up against her nether regions. It started with a slow swipe between her fold, then a slight probing of her ass.
A quick glance over her shoulder revealed the obvious culprit. Poe had been waving his hand in the air, a visible aura surrounding it, as he curled two of his fingers together as if he was calling her over. The slower he curled his fingers, the more intense the feeling in between her legs got. With the condescending smug on his face, she knew she would have to hurry this batch of peasants, lest she lose all the menace she had built up during her time here. "Just… Leave… Send in the next group when you do." The peasants didn't question her or the change in demeanor. They were simply happy to have left with their lives intact.
Now alone, Magica started demanding some answers. "What was that all about?" "I did say you need to limit yourself." "That peasant brought us some measly wheat!" "The wheat is pressure them so much that you forget we also need to eat too. Why spend our wealth when we can just make it ourselves." "That isn't the poi-" She was cut off once more when Poe's magic started to affect her again. Even as she tried to squeeze her legs together, the magic was still being felt through it all. Weak in the knees, she started to plead that Poe release his magic on her before the peasants see. However, he had no intention of stopping. "Sit this one out, Magica. I'll handle the offerings for now." About to lose her balance, she quickly sat back on her throne as she had to endure the constant teasing from her brother.
Now on center stage, Poe held his hands behind his back, to hide the spell he was casting, as he watched the peasants present their offerings. All the while, Magica hid her blushing face from the crowd. She slid her own hand between her legs as if she wanted to remove Poe's invisible hand from her pussy. This only made things more difficult as she now had a more direct feeling to her relentless heat. She could feel just how wet she was getting through her dress. Her clit felt incredibly sensitive when she felt it for herself. As the last of the peasants presented their offering, Poe dismissed them to bring out the last of the villagers. When he turned to face his sister, he was pleasantly surprised to see the hot mess his sister was in.
"My my… Looks like someone's been enjoying themself back there." As much as Magica wanted to scold him, she was too preoccupied with pleasure building up inside of her. "What's wrong sister? Can't seem to find your words?" She watched as he sauntered closer to her, his shadow now towering over her as she was melting away in her chair. He leaned over her, one hand resting on the back of her throne while the other lifted her head towards him as he whispered to her, "Just say how much you need me, and I'll be sure to grant your wish~" Her heart was starting to pound out of her chest. She couldn't help but submit to his beck and call. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she desperately needed him.
The last of the villagers filed in, only to be locked in shock at the display before them. Laying in the pile of coins was Magica, completely disrobed and legs spread out as her brother was sandwiched between her thighs as he was feasting on her snatch. Lost in the moment, Magica wasn't aware that there was an audience before them. "Poe! Poe, stop!" She tried to pull him off from her pussy but Poe kept a firm grip on his sister's legs, refusing to move. As he came up for air, he just smiled and said, "Let them watch. I want them to see you squirm."
She couldn't deny him. With how close she was, she didn't want him to stop. So she wrapped her legs around his head and shoved him even deeper against her. No longer worried about keeping herself quiet and modest, she started to scream her obscenities for all those in the chamber. "Oh fuck! Yes! Yes, Poe! God I've been waiting for this for so long and now I'm so close!" The peasants were left speechless as all they could do was watch the siblings fornicate in front of them. They were too afraid to speak up and too afraid to leave, worried what would happen to them if they didn't properly show off their offerings first.
"I'm gonna cum, brother! Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" Her howl bounced all over the place as she reached her climax. She started to convulse as she covered her brother in her discharge. Drenched in her fem cum, Poe rose up from between her legs, licking his lips, and looking hungrier than ever. A simple snap of his fingers and his own clothes disappeared just like hers moments ago. Her mouth began to water when she locked eyes with her brother's cock. Throbbing before her, she could see it glisten with pre cum leaking from the tip, how swollen his member was, and imagining just how much she desperately wanted it to ruin her insides.
She pulled her legs up, presenting her womanhood towards him as she started begging. "Do it, Poe! Fuck me right now! God I'm so wet right now, I need you to fuck me so much!" Poe didn't say a word. He simply lined himself up with her slit and pushed in with a single thrust. Magica couldn't be more satisfied with her brother's sudden intrusion. She screamed at the top of her lungs as he began to pump in and out of her. Poe held his sister's feet up to her head, allowing him to reach even deeper with each thrust.
"God you're so tight, sister! Do you enjoy getting fucked in front of the people who fear you?" Reminded of the onlookers in the room, she turned to them and noticed just how speechless they were. "Yes, brother! I love how you make me your whore in front of these peasants. I want them to watch as you pump me full of your seed and scream out your name!" Poe couldn't agree more. He pulled out, much to Magica's dismay, only to toss his sister on her hands and knees, forced to confront the crowd, face to face. Poe took a hand full of her hair and pulled her head back as he whispered into her ear.
"Take a good look at them all, dearest sister. I want them all to see the face you make when I fill you up. I want them to hear you beg me to knock you up. I want them all to know you're nothing more than a slut who wants to be her brother's cum dump." Magica moaned out loud as her brother shoved his way back inside of her. A gush of her fluids pushed out as he bottomed out in her pussy, her walls gripping tightly around his shaft, all because she was on full display for all to see. Poe could feel her cum once more on his cock, delighting in how ruined his sister was before the villagers. With a slow pull out and a swift thrust back in, he was able to work himself into a steady rhythm that made Magica howl like bitch in heat.
"Yes Poe! Yes! I love feeling you fuck my soaking wet cunt! I love it when you pump load after load of your fertile seed inside! And I love how these lowly, filthy, peasants are watching me be the whore that I am!" She could feel him start to swell up, all the while her audience were too stunned to even look in their general direction. "What do you vagrants think you're doing?! Watch! I demand you all to watch! I can feel he's getting close. I want you all to watch as he knocks me up! Watch as he paints my insides white! Watch as-"
Poe shoved her face down into the pile, shutting her up. His thrusts became more violent with each passing second. This didn't stop her pleading though. She met him halfway, pushing back into him as he kept pounding forward. "Do it, Poe! Do it, my brother, and shoot your cum towards the deepest parts of my womb! I want it! I want you to breed me! I want you to fuck a child in me and for me to bear it all! I want it so bad, Poe! I want your cum so bad!" Poe took her by the hips, as he reached the deepest parts of his sister, and unloaded wave after wave of his cum into her womb. Magica just screamed in delight as she could feel herself get stuffed by her brother's jizz.
"Oh god! Oh my god I feel it! I feel so much of it! Ooo! He's cumming so much inside of me! Ooo yes! Do you see? Do you see how my brother stuffs me with his seed? How I'm full of our incestuous lust? You dirty peasants. Enjoying watching our taboo love making?" "Alright Magica. That's quite enough." As Poe pulled out, a gush of cum dropped out, landing onto the pile of gold. He walked up towards the peasants, still completely naked, as he demanded their offerings. They all did as they were asked, and swore to one another that they wouldn't speak of the events that went before them. Alone once more, Poe turned to his sister, a still panting mess on their piles of gold, as he carefully lifted her up and carried her in his arms. "Come now dearest sister. Let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed." In her drunken and lustful haze, she placed a hand on her brother's face. She smiled as she never had felt so loved before in her life. The thrill of power is one thing, but the thrill of exposing herself to commoners and the relationship she had with her brother was even more intoxicating.
