🌒 The Day of the Twin Moons

Prince Willy was quite the catch, with his fair complexion and smooth, auburn hair that fell almost to his delicate shoulders. His eyes sparkled with mischief and his lips were full and inviting. He was a sissy, but even with his feminine mannerisms and penchant for cross-dressing, he was loved by all in Cumalot, a kingdom not too different from our wildest erotic fantasies.

Sarabella, a witch known for her beauty and a pair of full breasts that were the envy of all the busty courtesans in the land, had her eye on Prince Willy for quite some time. She was mesmerized by Willy's looks. She didn't care about his title or his status; she just wanted to take a firm seat on that charming face and feel the warmth of his tongue inside her.

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One day, while sitting on her broomstick watching over Cumalot, she spotted the prince enjoying his morning ride. Enchanted by the sight of his pert bottom bouncing gently in the saddle, she knew what she had to do. At night, she crept into his chambers just when he was enjoying himself in his most vulnerable state.

She materialized before him, her breasts heaving with excitement and her nipples hardening at the sight of his charming face. "I am Sarabella," she whispered huskily. "And I have come to grant you a special wish for being such a beautiful sissy."

Prince Willy's eyes widened in surprise, gazing at her swaying breasts with wide areolas and perky nipples. "I... I wish to be your personal chair," he said eagerly, quickly covering his mouth in shock of what he just said. "Please, allow me to worship your juicy ass and make you cum with my tongue," he mumbled, blushing bright red.

Sarabella was delighted. "Very well, Prince Willy," she said, her voice dripping with seduction. "Your wish is my command. From now on, you are my chair and I will sit on your face anytime I want."

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In the days that followed, Sarabella would often visit Prince Willy's chambers and sit on his face. He was her loyal chair, his tongue always ready to lap up her juices whenever she needed him.

But Prince Willy had a problem: being a prince meant being a busy man, or in his case, a busy sissy. He couldn't always be at his chambers, and Sarabella often missed her beloved chair.

One day, she had an idea. She would create a magical twin of the prince so she could have every inch of him for herself without disturbing the real prince's schedule. After all, he had to attend all those ballet classes, leg waxing, manicure appointments, and countless other sissy activities.

In all that time she spent with Willy, she managed to gather a whole bottle of essence from his morning wood. All that hard work finally paid off, it was more than enough to create a magical doppelganger. She enchanted the bottle and cast a powerful spell, growing the perfect replica of Prince Willy in less than a weekend.

All the morning dew she gathered from the forest, all the sweet berries she picked in the meadow, and all the soft cotton candy clouds she collected in the sky were used to shape his delicate features. The cum from the bottle was used to make sure the magical twin would be a precise copy of the real prince.

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When Sarabella finally brought forth her magical twin, she gasped at how ideal he was. Every detail matched the original Willy: his fair complexion, smooth auburn hair that fell almost to his delicate shoulders, sparkling mischief in his eyes, full lips that invited the touch of her fingers, and the most beautiful sissy ass she had ever seen.

Sarabella was overjoyed. "My beautiful chair," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. After posing him for a while, she finally sat on the magical Willy's face and never felt more pleasure than she did right then.

But her bliss was short-lived. The real Prince Willy suddenly walked in, hurrying to serve his beloved Sarabella, unaware that a magical twin had already taken his place.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry for being late!" he gasped. "My ballet teach just wouldn't quit stretching my legs! I'm not a jester, why do I need to have a 270-degree oversplit? It's not like it'll help in the middle of a ball, but no, she can't be happy until she gets my feet together over my head, I guess. There are so many pageboys to spare, but no, Prince Willy, your precious legs are the pride and joy of Cumalot! You must endure!"

Prince Willy stood before her in his fancy high-cut leotard, his slender legs bare from mid-torso down to the tips of his toes, when he realized that he was somehow already having Sarabella sitting on his face...

"Oh, wow!" he finally squeaked, his eyes wide with horror. "What sorcery is this?!"

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Sarabella gracefully stood up from her living seat, exposing her beautiful big boobs that swayed like pendulums. She smiled at the prince, her nipples hardening with excitement.

"Your Highness," she said smoothly, "This is my magical twin of you that I created. He's perfect isn't he?"

Prince Willy blinked in disbelief, his mouth falling open. "Oh yes, oh yes, he is so perfect!" he sighed in delight as he reached out to stroke his double's face. "He is the most perfect twin ever, I can't wait to make out with him..."

He went closer and pulled his twin into a passionate kiss, oblivious to anything else around him. The twin reflected his every move, his tongue delving into the prince's mouth and his hands exploring his original's body.

Sarabella was thrilled, her pussy tingling with anticipation. Now she had two chairs to sit on. She couldn't wait to feel the warmth of both their tongues inside her. But first, she had a problem to solve.

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Creating a magical double of a political figure as powerful as Prince Willy himself was considered to be a grave offense in Cumalot. The punishment was the usual: a full month spent being the court jester, wearing an big red nose and a silly hat adorned with bells, while not permitted to wear anything else, and forced to perform at every dinner party. If the act failed to amuse, the punishment duration would be extended. Few were talented enough to serve only one month...

"Your Highness," Sarabella said meekly, her heart pounding with excitement as she watched the prince making out with his twin in front of her. "I know this is against the kingdom's law to summon doppelgangers, but I swear I had a good reason. I did it because... because..." she stuttered, trying to remember her next line.

"I know, my lady," Prince Willy said, as he kept his gaze fixed on the magical twin. "You did it according to my request. I had some diplomatic maneuvering to do, and I needed a double to help me out, so I asked if you could summon one for me. And, I must say, as the high court mage and my first advisor, you've done a marvelous job."

Sarabella blushed at the sudden promotion. "Your Highness, I will do my best to serve the kingdom and Your Highness to my fullest ability."

Prince Willy glanced at her breasts. "I can see that." He chuckled, then turned back to his twin and pinched his cheeks. "Oh my, look at you, you're so adorable!"

Sarabella raised an eyebrow, taking note of the prince's cocky attitude. The sissy needed to be reminded of his place under her thick, luscious ass!

She smiled, her pussy wetting itself in anticipation as she pushed both the twins to their knees against each other, then mounted both their faces at once and slowly lowered herself, feeling their tongues filling both of her holes with identical passion.