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This is part 3 of my Ascension of Azaron series, the plot of which is heavily reliant on events in the previous chapters. I encourage you to read those for context before jumping into this story, unless that’s your thing, in which case welcome.
Part 3: Negotiations
Mab rested her head on her lover’s chest as the carriage set out for the Pixie Court, where she would meet with the Queen of the Unseelie and attempt to unite Avalon. This would most likely require marriage to the Princess of the Unseelie, but Mab figured with the Oberon at her side, she would have a lot of political clout to draw on. While she jealously guarded Azaron as her lover and key to justifying her rule, she was ready to have him seduce the queen if need be. While Azaron was not sure he’d care for the queen if she was anything like Mab’s mother, he was willing to do what was necessary to unite the courts and rule all the Fay. They set out for the Pixie Court as a neutral ground to negotiate on, and to ensure the Pixies would recognize the union and submit to the United Courts.
Mab let out an agitated sigh, prompting Azaron to kiss the top of her head.
“Don’t stress my darling, I’m sure this will go well,” he assured her, moving his hand to take hold of hers.
Mab nodded. “I know, but still, it’s a whole project and I’ll miss our home…” she sighed once more, then looked up at Azaron, “and all the wonderful sex we have.” She giggled playfully at this.
“If you think being away from home will stop us from having sex you’ll be pleasantly surprised,” he chuckled, lifting her chin up before taking her into a deep kiss. This of course led to Mab straddling his lap and Azaron magically removing their clothes. While they enjoyed themselves in the carriage, Mab ensured everyone in their entourage would hear this.
Mab had developed a habit of being incredibly loud during sex so everyone in the palace knew about her very full sex life. Her relationship with Azaron was crucial to everyone accepting her as the new queen, and she was sure to hold a very public marriage ceremony out by the lake, welcoming hundreds of commoners so they could see and know she was responsible for the coming of an Oberon after thousands of years. She also did this to spite Marianna, who was kept just because she had been running the palace for so long it seemed inconceivable to remove her. Marianna was eventually brought into a threesome with the king and queen so they could take the opportunity “to ensure her loyalty,” as Mab put it.
Aside from this, Mab went out of her way to improve conditions in her palace, increasing the wages of her servants and holding a ceremony of respect for her court. With their support at home secured, Mab and Azaron took the next step in their political ambitions and set out for the pixie court in the Great Forest.
Things were going very well, and uniting with the Unseelie court seemed to be the logical next step. Diplomatic feelers had been sent early on after removing Titania, and the Unseelie seemed receptive, but they did of course need proof of Azaron being an Oberon. This meeting would assure them of this fact, and provide an opportunity to hash out the details of the union.
All this political maneuvering was often spearheaded by Mab, but it also stressed her out, as she really wanted to just make love to her husband and be doted on by servants, but she had the opportunity to be the most successful queen in thousands of years of Fay history, and she couldn’t let this chance pass without fighting for it.
Azaron always encouraged his wife’s ambitions, as he found her desire to rule incredibly sexy. He also knew that in the realms beyond the veil, holding titles not only gave you legal powers, but magical ones as well. Mab, moving from Queen of the Seelie to Empress of Avalon, would not only give her legal control of the realm, but also give her near divine power. If these negotiations failed it would set their plans back substantially, as the courts were equal in resources and military forces. Total war was alien to the Fay, and diplomacy was a much more likely route to success. While they were both confident the negotiations would end in union, they were unsure of what concessions they’d be asked to make.
The stress of the situation was made bearable with copious amounts of intercourse. Mab and Azaron humped their way across the palace, making sure every room experienced their lovemaking, much to the annoyance of their servants. While the royal couple stayed out of sight, Mab’s moans ensured everyone knew what was going on.
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The door to the carriage was opened as the King and Queen of the Seelie Court were announced with much fanfare. The Pixies spared no expense as they welcomed the two great courts. Mab and Azaron spared no expense on their lavish robes bayan escort beşiktaş of green and purple, and they were sure to have everyone revel in their glamor. As Mab was the younger of the queens she was introduced after Queen Freya.
The parties were shrunk down with Pixie magic to fit into the palace of the Pixie King and welcomed in for the ceremonial dinner. The King of the Pixies sat at the head of the table, with Fraya at his left and Mab at his right. Freya had brought along her daughter Morgause, who took little interest in the food or the company. Morgause occasionally flirted with Mab, but beyond that was completely disengaged. Mab spent most of the dinner talking with Freya, who took quite a liking to Azaron.
Mab dangled Azaron like a piece of meat before Freya, having them dance together at the ball, making Azaron bring her fine wines to drink, and spending plenty of time talking of Azaron’s perfect physical form and insinuating (in a rather crude fashion) his abilities as a lover. This plan backfired when, in a more private setting in a backroom of the castle, the Unseelie Queen shared her intention to trade Morgause for Azaron.
“–Your highness, I couldn’t possibly allow Azaron out of my court,” Mab insisted, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.
“I understand, but he’d still be your husband, and with Morgause by your side, you’d have a greater claim to concern yourself with as Empress of Avalon. Besides, I’d be sure to bring him on my visits to you and my daughter.” Freya insisted before sipping her wine.
“There must be some other way,” Mab protested, doing her best to hide her irritation.
Freya sighed heavily and placed her goblet on the end table next to her. “I can’t leave my daughter and the Oberon in the Seelie Court while I am left alone with nothing to show. We can’t bring the courts together and my nobles will never accept a deal where I come back having handed everything to the Seelie.” Freya explained in a very matter-of-fact way with a slight shrug. “Your marriage to my daughter is key to uniting our queendoms for the first time in millenia. I have to imagine that would cement your rule even if the Oberon weren’t present.”
Mab stared hard at the queen for some time before finishing her drink and letting out another heavy sigh. “I must retire to my bed for the night. I’ll consider this and speak with you tomorrow.”
Freya nodded, and the two queens parted, returning to their respective quarters. Azaron scarcely had time to greet his wife before she fell sobbing into his arms, much to his surprise.
“I take it the negotiations did not go well?” he asked as he lifted her up and sat on their bed, pulling her to his lap.
Mab sobbed for some time while Azaron attempted to comfort her. She eventually pulled herself together and recounted her conversation with the queen to her husband.
“That is…unfortunate,” Azaron began considering ways out of this situation. He’d murder Freya, but she was related to the Asgardian gods and that was far above his pay grade. There was nothing much they could offer as collateral for Morgause, and even if they rotated on a schedule, that would be months or years without Mab, which would not sit well with either of them.
Azaron finally decided they should rest before trying to consider this further. Mab couldn’t sleep though, her mind desperate for options. Her eyes stared blankly at the wall as Azaron held her. He knew she wasn’t sleeping, which meant he wasn’t going to either.
At this point Mab turned abruptly to face him with new energy in her eyes: “Do you think she’s gone to sleep? Freya? The Unseelie are known to be nightowls. She is probably awake, resting in her room…”
“…and?” Azaron asked, more confused than anything else.
“You should go to Freya and seduce her, see if she’ll let her guard down and tell you what she really wants. See if we can find some other way…” Mab took his face in her hands and stared into his eyes intently. “Do this for me, My Love.”
Azaron could not refuse her. “Of course, Dearest,” he agreed, kissing her softly before reluctantly getting up and heading to Freya’s guest suite. Mab’s idea was desperate, but not without merit.
Azaron made his way to Freya’s room and was admitted by her guards. He entered to find Freya sitting by a fire with a book in her hand. She wore a silk robe that was not tied, revealing much of her soft pink skin. The silvery material rested over her large, proud breasts, just barely exposing her wide magenta areola. She sat with one leg over the other, her robe draped over her knees. Her long white hair had been let loose to flow down her shoulder.
Freya bit her lip and took in the sight of the man before her with great enthusiasm. “I was hoping you’d come. eskort istanbul I assume you’re here to continue the negotiations?” she purred.
Azaron stood by the door in his robe, which sat tightly around his large frame. His empowered, muscular body was hardly hidden by the thin fabric, and his powerful legs were on full display. He held the loose knot in his belt and played with it a bit, hardly hiding a smirk from the woman across from him. “I am,” he confirmed, tilting his head slightly.
Freya took a deep breath as she placed her book on the table in front of her, then folded her hands in her lap and smiled innocently at Azaron. “And what have you come to offer?”
Azaron casted a spell, producing a bottle of fine wine. “Shall we?” he smiled, taking a few steps closer to her.
Freya chuckled and gave him a nod, summoning two glasses from thin air. She gestured to the chair across from her, inviting him to sit with her by the warm fire. Azaron did so and poured them each a glass.
“You’ve put my wife in a difficult situation, although I understand why,” he finally admitted, handing her a glass.
She nodded as she took it. “I have no doubt you two love each other, and while you’d miss each other for a time, your wife would find herself busy managing her empire, and you’d find yourself busy managing…” she paused suggestively, running her hand down the seam of her robe “my private domain.” Her lavender eyes locked on to his.
“While this is a tempting offer, I think you’ll find that I’m very inexperienced with managing such things,” he spoke coyly.
At this point Freya stood up. “I’m more than happy to train you in such things.” She let her robe drop to the ground, exposing her truly massive breasts to the full warmth of the fire, and the Oberon’s gaze.
Azaron smirked and stood as well. “I always like to learn new things,” he confessed, dropping his own robe to expose his now fully hard cock to the night.
“Oh, it is everything I’ve dreamed of.” she sighed contentedly, taking in the sight of it for a moment before sauntering over and grasping it softly, then leading him to her bed.
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While Azaron kept Freya busy, Mab enacted her real plan and went to visit Morgause.
She was allowed entry, only to find the princess totally nude in bed eating various fruits.
“What do you desire?” Morgause didn’t look up from her snacks.
Mab was taken aback by the whole situation and struggled to find the proper response. Her indecision prompted Morgause to look up at the Fay Queen.
“Enjoying the view?” the princess chuckled before returning to her food.
“…of course.” Mab finally purred, deciding to lean into this. She wasn’t really set on this, but they had flirted some earlier and Morgause apparently didn’t feel the need to cover up. Mab took a few small steps toward the bed, swaying her hips as she went.
“I could tell you wanted me. You did a poor job of hiding it,” Morgause sighed, moving the tray of food off the bed and onto the nightstand, ready to give her full attention to Mab.
While shocked at how delusional the girl was, it was working to Mab’s advantage. She was used to dealing with conceited bitches like this. Mab shrugged. “Well I certainly look forward to consummating our marriage, to say the least.”
“Mmm.” The princess sat up and dangled her legs over the side of the bed, just barely exposing her pussy. She watched Mab’s eyes find their way between her legs and she gestured for the queen to come closer.
Mab knew what the princess wanted, and went the extra step, kneeling between her thick obsidian legs. As Mab ran her fingers across Morgause’s inner thigh, she looked up at the princess with a soft smile “You’ll make a great empress,” she cooed. “I bet you would’ve been a great queen if you had the chance.”
Morgause shrugged, “Being queen sounds like more work than I care to do. My mother already yells at me for not doing enough.”
“Mmm. It’ll be nice to be free of her I’m sure,” Mab said, her hands busy stroking the princess’s thighs.
“Yeah, as if she’d back off. She’ll be more involved in my life than ever once we’re married.” Morgause grumbled. She then leaned back on her arms. “You can taste me.” she offered.
Mab took the prompt and leaned in, gently probing at the princess’s lips for a bit before finding her way to her clit. Mab gently drew soft circles with her tongue, and continued the conversation telepathically so as to not interrupt her work. “I see… I can’t say I’m any more eager to have your mother involved in our affairs than you are.”
“Yeah, that’s just what moms do I guess.” Morgause noted, laying back on the bed and resting her legs over Mab’s shoulders.
“Personally I can’t stand it, which is why I got rid of my escort fındıkzade mother,” Mab pushed, accentuating this with a short added pressure to Morgause’s clit. This was followed by Mab sliding two fingers into the princess, getting them wet with her juices before starting to carefully probe.
“Yeah… and now you’re about to become Empress…” Morgause’s thoughts started to wander, which was exacerbated by the lust clouding her mind.
“Yes. it’s not good to let your parents dominate your life forever, but if you let them, they will.” Mab picked up the pace, sliding her fingers faster and deeper, quickening the circular motions of her tongue. “Sometimes all you need is a confident lover to help you find liberation.” Mab looked up to see Morgaus playing with one of her nipples, so Mab summoned a spectral hand to give the other a good squeeze. Morgause inhaled sharply, then let out a low moan. Mab had her right where she wanted her.
“Let me help liberate you. With your mother out of our hair, I’ll make sure you can relax and enjoy the luxury we’ll share. You’ll never have to lift a finger.” Mab promised as her own fingers slid even further within the writhing princess. “You’ll feel my love every day, and you’ll be free to enjoy your life as you see fit, my darling.” with this Mab began to really scratch the itch burning inside of the princess’s soaking pussy, while her tongue lapped at her tingling clit with great speed.
Morgause’s legs tightened and she crossed her ankles behind Mab’s back, instinctively pulling the queen closer to her body. Sensations burned from her pussy and her tits, waves of pleasure meeting in her belly. Morgause gripped her bed sheets tightly as she imagined a life free of her domineering mother, a life where Mab could give her pleasure like this every day. She moaned loudly as waves of orgasm rocked her body.
Mab couldn’t help but smile as her face was buried between the princess’s legs and her face and hand were coated in hot cum. Once Morgause’s body loosened up, Mab climbed into bed with the princess and began to scheme.
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As Mab found the solution to her problem, Azaron had been hard at work trying to deal with the queen. Despite his best efforts both verbally and physically, Azaron was unable to seriously dislodge the queen from her position. His efforts were not helped by his performance in bed, which really convinced the queen she needed to keep him. The queen insisted he spend the night in bed with her, and while he didn’t get much sleep he did stay.
Early the next morning Azaron returned to his room with Mab and admitted the queen was stubbornly refusing the budge on her position.
“That’s fine, My Love. I found an alternative, we just have to stall the negotiations for now.” Mab brushed her hair as she smiled at the mirror before her.
Azaron moved to sit on the bed. “Is that so?” he asked, confused by her shift in tone from the night before.
“I spoke to Morgause while you were with Freya. She was very receptive to the idea of removing her mother from the equation.” She gave Azaron a sly smile brimming with pride. “We stall the negotiations, then head home. Once they return to the palace, Morgause will contact some family members in Asgard to have them recall the queen, leaving Morgause free to do as she pleases.”
Azaron was impressed by Mab, as he often found himself, although one thing escaped him. “Why didn’t you tell me last night?”
“Freya is a goddess and powerful mage, and while I know you are capable I wasn’t sure what wards or spells might be up in her room. It was safer to keep it secret from you, to ensure it would be secret from Freya.” Mab explained, putting down her brush and walking to her husband. She placed her hands on his shoulders “It wasn’t due to lack of trust, I promise.” She assured him softly
“I believe you, Dearest.” he chuckled and placed his hands on her hips. “And I’m once again impressed by your amazing cunning.”
The couple spent the next few days flirting with the queen and princess, while never committing to anything and being very dodgy with their answers. Between this and Morgause’s constant nagging to return home, Freya elected to head home and continue their diplomacy through letters until their next meeting.
That meeting would never come, as Morgause informed Mab within a few weeks that her mother had been summoned back to the court in Asgard, meaning her duties as queen would fall on Morgause. They weren’t sure how long this would take, so they had to fast track the wedding to ensure Freya would not return and interrupt the process.
One day, while Mab and Azaron were discussing details of the wedding, a rather uncomfortable looking herald informed them there was a visitor.
“Who?” asked Mab, not looking up from the designs on the table in front of her.
“It, um, she, well…” he stammered nervously, causing Azaron and Mab to look at each other in confusion, before facing the messenger, who desperately tried to pull himself together. “It, well, it’s… your sister. She’s returned,” he finally announced.
To be continued…