Title: Royal Drunken Halloween Fun

Comm by: Anonymous

Categories: Original

Characters: Queen Ingrid (OFC), Princess Celine (OFC)

Cameo(s): None

Tags: Incest, F/f, Alcohol, DubCon, Lolita, Fondling, Tickling, Mother/Daughter

Alternate Titles: Drunken Halloween Fun, Royal Halloween Fun, Adult Playtime

Started: 18/09/2023

Finished: 19/09/2023

Public: 22/10/2023

Queen Ingrid swayed to one side, her usually poised steps becoming clumsy as she drunkenly stumbled down the corridor. Her soft footsteps against the maroon carpet were perfectly masked by the loud thumps she made whenever she fell into the ornate mahogany walls. Her lime-green lips lifted into an amused grin as she used the wall to regain her balance and stand back up straight, giggling to herself as she whispered-

"Grace and poise, my dear,"

-to herself, giggling inanely. Ingrid pulled her shoulders back, forcing her body into the well-practised posture driven into her since her birth - though the effect was greatly lessened by her glowing cheeks, drunken grin, and the way her breasts bounced with her insane giggles - her breasts threatening to burst free of their flimsy confines with every chuckle.

Ingrid had both dressed for the occasion and taken a great deal of pleasure in enjoying the celebration and all of its accoutrements. The refined queen, of only thirty-two years of age, wore a very well-fitting bright green, frilly fairy costume. Her long, slender legs were encased in near-see-through pale green nylons. She wore a matching leaf-styled skirt that fluttered around them, teasing anyone who looked upon her that they may see the curve of her rear. However, the layers and layers of lacy leaves beneath made sure not an inch of her modesty was exposed below her midthigh, allowing her dignity and a naughty thrill that grew as the night drew on and with every glass of wine she drank. Her overly large chest, often compared to watermelons by her friends, was barely contained by a light green bodice - that Selena had made specifically for her - which looked like it had been woven from glittering leaves from an enchanted forest. The bodice was strapless and left ample cleavage exposed, the trails of leaf tips reaching hardly an inch above her nipples.

Ingrid felt scandalous wearing the costume, but that only made her love it more. She had even dyed dark and light green stripes into her strawberry blonde hair. She let her glorious locks fall free, cascading down her back and only held back by the prosthetic elven-like fae ears Ingrid had created for the occasion. Silvery wings had been sewn to the back of her lovingly crafted bodice, and a glittering butterfly pattern had been woven into them, filling the silver frames with emerald, amethyst, and dark sapphire sparkling shades.

She looked like a real fairy.

She'd even gone barefoot to add authenticity to her costume. Aside from her nylons, that is.

Ingrid giggled, dancing down the hallway. She was now very glad she had opted to go barefoot rather than wear those overly elaborate high heels. She'd probably still be trying to leave the ballroom had she worn those. The thought sent her into another fit of girlish, giddy giggles.

Ingrid stretched her hands high above her head and leapt into a clumsy pirouette. She turned gracefully in the air, entirely unhindered by her inhibitions. As she landed on her toes, she immediately lost her balance and slammed into a door to her left.

"Ah!" Ingrid laughed as the door swung open, and her fall abruptly continued. She fell to the purple-carpeted floor with an audible thump. She lay there for a long second before her shoulders started to shake and quiver with her laughter.

She had indeed had far too much to drink.

"Mama?" a small, timid voice asked.

Ingrid lifted her head, propping it up in her palm.

Her daughter, little Celine, was sitting on her ruffled double bed. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, and she was still wearing her costume. It had been made to match her mother's, though much more conservative than the matriarch's. Her legs were contained within light green stockings that denied any onlookers the chance to see through the fabric, a skirt that looked like it had been made from enchanted leaves and blossom petals, and a strapped light green top. On her back, a pair of silver and pink wings glittered in the dim candlelight, and atop Celine's head was a small silver tiara befitting the Princess of the Fairies. Much like Ingrid's regal crown of silver thorns befit Titania, Queen of the fairies…though that piece of Ingrid's costume had long since gone walkies during the ball and was now hiding behind several empty bottles of expensive wine.

Celine's cheeks were puffy, and the whites of her eyes were dyed pink. Ingrid felt her heart clench, and some of the alcoholic fog clouding her mind began to dissipate.

"Oh, what's wrong, my little Sunflower?" Ingrid asked, pushing herself up from the floor and stumbling back to her feet – nearly falling to one side and crashing against the carpet again.

Celine sniffed audibly.

"Everyone had to go home," Celine whimpered; she had been looking forward to the Halloween party all month and the sleepover that was supposed to follow.

"Oh honey," Ingrid said softly, stumbling towards her little girl's bed and sitting side saddle on the edge of the bed.

"We didn't even get to tell scary stories," Celine said, her voice cracking as a sob threatened to overwhelm her.

Ingrid was trying to force her brain to work. To think of something to cheer her little girl up. The answer came when she saw Celine lean forward, tucking her face into her knees, her strawberry-blonde hair falling messily over her knees and exposing the pale skin of her dainty neck.

"I think I know a way to turn your frown upside down," Ingrid said, a mischievous grin quickly spreading across her features that seemed to be enhanced by her fae costume.

Before Celine could lift her head, she felt her mother's warm, long fingers curl around the back of her neck. Celine thrashed to one side, her frown splitting into a bright smile as she tried to repress the unwanted laughter and escape her mother's hand, but Ingrid refused to let her go.

Ingrid grinned as Celine rolled to one side, exposing her small back to her. With the speed of a serpent and the cheekiness of a giggling fairy, Ingrid's free hand lashed out, and she gave Celine's side a light squeeze.

"Ah! Mama-ha! That's no-no..fa-ha-ir," Celine laughed, her legs stretching out. Her back became rigid as she found her body spasmodically leaning back into her mother as she tried and failed to escape the queen's dancing fingers.

Ingrid's wiggling fingers moved to Celine's sensitive tummy. Her giggles rose in pitch, nearing a scream, and she began to kick her little legs, trying to wriggle free.

"What's not fair?" Ingrid teased, her hand drifting lower as her daughter wriggled about, trying to escape until her fingers fell down the prepubescent curve of Celine's tummy and found the sensitive flesh between her daughter's thigh and tummy.

Celine's screams of laughter rose to a whole new level. It actually made Ingrid wince, but she kept applying pressure and wriggling in the tight space. Celine bent forward, only increasing the pressure as she tried to escape and making the delightful spasms grow more intense.

Ingrid let her other hand slip down, leaving her little girl's pale neck in favour of the other side of her little thigh. Ingrid felt her heart warm when she felt the width of Celine's thigh easily fit in her hand. Then Ingrid moved her hand inward, applying pressure to the small space between her thigh and tummy.

Celine thrashed around in desperation. Her tears were now ones of joy and torment as she failed to gain even an inch against her mother. Ingrid even moved forward, leaning over Celine's back, her giant breasts pushing into the girl's back and pinning her in place as she continued to torment that sensitive area.

Not noticing her long fingers drifting closer to the other sensitive area just below her little girl's tummy.

"Ah!" Celine gasped, her cries shifting into a surprised moan as pleasant jolts of electricity sparked between her thighs, and she felt a delightful warmth between them.

As Ingrid's fingers danced across the soft, sensitive space, the drunken queen increased the pressure in hopes of reaping another spasm of giggles from her little Sunflower. However, instead of laughter from the sinking of soft flesh, Ingrid felt the warm embrace of moist fabric sinking into very wet, intimate flesh.

She froze in place.

Her fingers, still pushing their way inside.

She could feel her daughter's virgin lips quivering around her fingertips through the damp fabric of her stockings and bloomers.

After half a second of hesitation, Ingrid withdrew her fingers with lightning speed. Her eyes went wide and mortified, and the lulling fog of alcohol began to recede again but still refused to relinquish its hold over her mind.

She was suddenly falling back.

Ingrid threw out her arms, windmilling them in the air.

Thud

A dull pain radiated through her ass cheeks, but the alcohol dulled it so much that Ingrid was hardly even aware of the dull ache. Her azure eyes quickly returned to her daughter.

Celine was staring back at her with wide, worried eyes, her small mouth open in an expression of shock, though with what Ingrid had just felt, her mind couldn't help filling the small space with something more phallic, before shifting into something smaller and in her mind more intimate. Like a little pink nipple.

The thought made a euphoric discomfort ripple over Ingrid's breasts as her nipples hardened against her costume despite herself.

"Mama, are you okay? Are you hurt?" Celine asked, leaning forward until she was on all fours and crawling towards the edge of her bed, her small hands easily fitting in the imprint left from her mother's soft cheeks.

"I'm sorry, baby," Ingrid said, trying to ignore the dirty thoughts her mind provided, like how small her Sunflower's hands would be under her big sexy ass.

"Sorry?" Celine asked, tilting her head in confusion.

Ingrid hurriedly stumbled to her feet – nearly falling over again, though this time on top of her daughter. Bracing herself against the bed frame, Ingrid regained her balance and began to turn to leave.

"No! Please don't go!" Celine shouted suddenly as she saw her mother turning away.

Ingrid looked back at her daughter.

Tears were starting to swell in her Sunflower's eyes again.

But what could she say? She had just touched her little girl's…

She couldn't even finish the thought.

However, the alcohol was definitely taking a lot of the sting out of it.

"But…" Ingrid began.

"No! I wanna play some more." Celine said, slamming her hand against the bedding in protest and starting to pout.

"You mean you want to…continue…err that…even though…"

"Yeah, it's fun, please, mama," Celine begged.

Ingrid wasn't sure it was because her Sunflower had melted her heart, or those widdle puppy-dog eyes, or the spreading warmth between her thighs. But she gave in. Maybe it was okay since Celine was adamant that she wanted to continue.

Ingrid's lips lifted into a teasing smile again.

"Tell you what, I'll play with you…if you do something for me first," the drunk queen said teasingly.

"Really!?" Celine asked excitedly, her tone suddenly much higher and happier even though a moment ago she was pouting and threatening to start crying again.

"Mmhmm," Ingrid hummed, her smile allowing her canines to peek from behind her emerald lips.

"Take off your costume," she said after a moment.

Celine tilted her head again in confusion before shrugging and answering with a high-pitched "Okay."

Assuming that her mother was just being silly because she was drunk, Celine began to strip – not noticing that as she did so, her mother removed her nylons, exposing her long, slender legs and the faint sheen of sweat that shimmered along their length almost magically.

Celine slid off her bed and pulled off her stockings, bending over as they sunk down to her ankles – and naively flashing her mother, her bloomer-clad ass – nearly losing her balance when she pulled them off her feet. Celine tossed the clothing away and began removing her bloomers, deciding to strip the bottom half of her body first on a whim. Again she bent over and gave Ingrid a perfect view of her pale ass and the pale pink slit between her thighs as she stepped out of the bloomers.

Again, Celine tossed the article of clothing away and failed to notice her mother's suspicious actions.

With her daughter's back turned, Ingrid collected the clothing and clumsily folded them together before putting them away on top of a pale purple dresser. The feel of the lingering warmth on the bloomers made her knees wobble. Though that could have been the alcohol too…

Ingrid turned back around just in time for Celine to turn around, completely naked. Her flat chest was so cute, her teeny tiny nipples like little rosebuds at the start of spring. She just wanted to pinch them. Celine tossed her top atop the skirt on the floor.

"Now, can we play?" the little princess asked adorably.

"Not yet," Ingrid said teasingly as a naughty idea snuck into her mind; it was so scandalous just the thought of it was making her wet.

"Aww, why not?" Celine pouted.

"First, I want to see you…hump Cecile," Ingrid said, the last words coming out in a rush as she pointed towards the doll that innocently sat atop her owner's bed, right next to the pillow like she always was. Just the thought of her little princess humping her favourite doll, it was so naughty, almost taboo…the mental image made Ingrid's toes curl in anticipation.

Celine's delicate eyebrows knitted together.

"Hump?" Celine asked in confusion. The coolness of the room was starting to make her little nipples hard.

Ingrid squirmed in place in frustration.

"Like…rub your lady area on top of her," Ingrid said after a moment, trying not to snap at her Sunflower in her drunken haze.

Realisation flashed in Celine's green eyes.

"Oh, like what Melody tells me not to do with my pillow!" Celine said, her voice rising in volume in the excitement of her realisation.

Celine clambered onto the bed. Grabbing Cecile's porcelain leg, she pulled the doll closer, spread her thighs, and leaned back until she felt her cold soles against her ass cheeks.

Ingrid's toes curled against the carpet as she watched her innocent Sunflower push the doll's shoulders until she vanished behind the barrier of Celine's thin, pale legs. Ingrid sucked on her bottom lip, her drunken blush darkening with arousal as Celine lowered her crotch. Ingrid couldn't help but imagine it was her in the doll's place, small and trapped between her daughter's thighs, with her vast prepubescent slit rapidly falling towards her face.

The matriarch's tongue slipped from between her lips, gliding over them in search of the phantom taste of her daughter's sex and juices.

"Mmm," Celine hummed as she began to rub her private kitty over the length of Cecile's body. It felt hard and rough against her kitty. It made her giggle, her mother so silly when she got drunk - and she was doing something Melody had told her not to do so many times.

Back and forth, the little princess dragged her kitty over the doll, and a warm, tingling sensation began to vibrate across her lips. Cecile's periwinkle dress darkened and began to clump with a sticky moisture.

"Ah," Celine gasped as she felt a wrinkle of damp fabric push into her kitty as she ground it against Cecile.

Ingrid's hand slid between her thighs, stroking her moistening slit, her legs trembling as she watched her little Sunflower getting into it . Her hips were moving faster, and the grinds were harsher.

A small part of the queen was starting to worry her baby would break the sentimental doll. Still, a much larger - or louder - part of her wanted more. To explore her daughter's body.

"Mmm…" Celine moaned softly; Cecile was starting to feel really good. She slowed the movements of her hips, letting her kitty slowly lick the length of her body. When she reached the doll's face, her adorable little moans spiked into a gasp of excitement as Cecile's hard, little nose pushed its way inside her.

Cecile was rapidly becoming Celine's favourite toy again.

Suddenly, a pair of big hands clamped around her ribs, making Celine flinch, her kitty squeezing Cecile's nose as jolts of pleasure sparked through her body and her hips shivered ticklishly.

Ingrid couldn't take it any more. She needed to play with her Sunflower. She lifted the seven-year-old off her doll.

Ingrid caught a glimpse of the soiled doll; its dress was ruffled and damp, and her face shone in the dim light with its owner's juices.

Ingrid slammed Celine onto the duvet - far enough from the porcelain doll that she didn't start rolling back towards the couple as the duvet sank beneath the child princess. Holding the little princess' hands down by her wrists, Ingrid threw herself atop Celine, pinning her little tummy and kitty with her big, firm ass.

Celine looked up, eyes wide and mouth open in shock at her mother - her mother's watermelon-sized breasts dangling above her like giant udders swaying above her, capped with hard, pink nipples begging to be sucked.

"So my naughty Sunflower wants to play?" Ingrid teased, leaning over her captured child.

Goose pimples scattered over Celine's body like freckles. Something about being held down with her mother looming over her made her tummy turn, but in kind of a good way? While also reminding her of just how small she was and how big her mother was. Her lips lifted into a big smile, putting the sensations down to excitement to play with her mama.

Ingrid leaned down, and Celine winced as the smell of alcohol washed over her. Ingrid's face filled her vision, and suddenly, she pressed her lips to her own. They were warm, soft and…wet?

Celine squeaked as Ingrid pushed her tongue inside her mouth. It was so cute it made her chest clench. She tasted like the fading memory of chocolate and other Halloween treats. Ingrid slid her tongue deeper, finding and stroking her Sunflower's shy tongue, prying and lifting it with her tip and inviting her to come into her mouth.

Celine shifted under her mama's weight. The kiss was making her feel strange. The sudden warm wetness was making that turning in her tummy stronger, and so was the fact that her mama's grip was completely unphased by her struggles as she made her endure the bitter taste of alcohol and the sweetness of long-gone strawberries that saturated the matriarch's tongue.

With a groan of frustration, Ingrid broke the kiss, several strings of saliva connecting her lips to Celine's. The central beads of her spit quickly sunk down the path of their threads until the clear strands finally snapped, and the droplets of spit landed on Celine's lips, smudged by Ingrid's dark green lipstick. It was a titillating sight, but it would have been better if Celine had reciprocated the kiss and stuck her tongue into Ingrid's mouth. Her pudgy, little cheeks were flushed red, and her flat chest rose and fell rapidly as the little girl tried to catch her breath.

"I'll have to teach you how to kiss," Ingrid sighed drunkenly, but still, there was a lot more they could do without their lips.

"Really?" Celine asked excitedly, her eyes widening again.

"Mmhmm, if you're a good girl," Ingrid teased, her hands leaving her daughter's wrists and trailing down the length of her skinny arms until one of them found her Sunflower's breasts. She did her best to cup it despite its flatness and rubbed her thumb over the hard nipple, making Celine gasp, and her blush deepen.

"Ah!" Celine moaned, her legs trying to open themselves and failing as they were effortlessly held in place by her mother's ass.

Ingrid grinned as she felt her daughter's shuddering legs.

"Are you going to be a good girl?" Ingrid asked.

"Yes," Celine answered instantly.

"I didn't hear you," Ingrid taunted, pinching Celine's nipple between her index and middle finger hard enough to make the child cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Yes, Mama!" Celine shouted, her hips shuddering as she instinctively tried to thrust her hips only to again be pinned by her mother's ass. Her stomach clenched in ecstasy. It made Celine want to wriggle under her mama.

"Good girl," Ingrid grinned, sliding her rump back enough for her Sunflower's kitty to be exposed between her curvy thighs. It made her mouth water, and Ingrid brought her unoccupied hand down to her daughter's slit. She traced it with feathery touches as though sampling the silk to be used for an extravagant ball gown or her next custom lingerie from Selena.

"Ah! Mama!" Celine moaned, her legs impotently quivering beneath the matriarch as she tried again to thrust her kitty.

Ingrid grinned lecherously and slid her middle finger inside her Sunflower's cooch, slowly widening her moist hole with her finger and making the naked child shiver and cry out with mounting pleasure.

Thus began their hallowed night of pleasure and exploration A night in which Ingrid gifted her Sunflower her first orgasm and proceeded to grant her countless more. By the time they fell asleep together in the early morning hours, Ingrid had long soaked through her panties and stained the silk purple sheets. She was far too captured in playing with her daughter to spare a hand for her hungry womanhood.

Ingrid stirred as the early morning sunlight invading through the open curtains forced her into consciousness. Her head pounded with the sadistic gong of a hangover with every breath she inhaled. She shifted and felt something warm and heavy pressed into her.

Her azure eyes fluttered open, and Ingrid was met with the sight of her slumbering daughter. Celine's soft cheek was pressed firmly into her breasts. The queen's lips lifted into a smile at the adorable sight, her once-perfect lipstick now smudged across her face - and several currently concealed smudges decorated Celine's naked body beneath the duvet.

Then, the memories of the night before struck her mind, sending fresh rippling waves of agony through her head as the emotional dagger of what she had done pierced her heart. Tears welled in Ingrid's eyes and overflowed, streaming down her cheeks.

What had she done?

And after what the cad Archeron had done to her!

Ingrid's shoulder began to tremble as sobs racked her body. She tried to suppress them, but they were too strong. Tears blinded her. She had…taken advantage of her little girl.

How could she?!

'Oh God…What have I done?...How could I…'

"Mama?"

Ingrid looked down, flinching at the sudden sound and was met with the sight of her awoken Sunflower. Her big green eyes stared up at her, rimmed by a redness from a lack of sleep, shifting in and out of focus as tears continued well up in Ingrid's eyes.

"Oh baby, I'm so, sooo sorry," Ingrid wept, trying to blink away the tears blurring her vision, sending larger drops cascading down the glimmering trails on her cheeks.

"Sorry? For what?" Celine asked in confusion.

"For…For…What I did…last night…" Ingrid stammered between sobs, struggling to form the words and choose how to phrase what she had done.

Her panicked heart was hammering in her chest.

"For playing with me?" Celine asked in confusion.

"For…For…"

"But I liked playing with you, mama," Celine said, her saddening voice cutting off her mother.

Ingrid blinked harshly, trying to clear her vision.

"Don't be sorry, mama, I liked it. It was fun," Celine said, squeezing Ingrid's chest as she hugged her, wrapping her little arms around her back. They didn't even meet; her breasts were just so big.

"But-"

"No buts, mama," Celine said, parroting one of her mother's choice of phrases, "please don't stop playing with me, mama," she pleaded.

Ingrid was confused.

She didn't know what to think.

What was she even supposed to say?

Her heart shook with the emotional trauma of what she had done and the warmth of the conversation.

"Oh…Sunflower…" Ingrid whispered softly, closing her stinging eyes as she returned the embrace.