Countess Katrina Vanelay laid on her bed, he legs propped up on the bedposts and her nightgown pulled up to her waist. She used two of her fingers, kneading away at her clit as she masturbated to climax. She was not alone in her bed chamber, there was another, he is old and decrepit, and Katrina has to keep her eyes averted from him or his horrible complexion would be enough to stop any chance at orgasming. The old boil covered man was a Druid, and one of great power. He worked at his craft while the Countess prepared herself for his treatment.<br/><br/>The old cloaked man hunched over a desk, with an assortment of herbs and other magical accouterments. His main concern was the glass sifter of white goo that sat in the center of the desk. It was Servian's sperm, procured by the Countess earlier in the day while the Prince was unconscious. She blown cock while he slept happily on the cobblestones and much like a nocturnal emission, she'd coaxed his seed from his member.  She had personally thought that it would be easier to just mount and fuck the handsome Viking with her pussy, but the Druid had informed her for the plan to work with out chance of failure, spells must first be placed on the semen. So the Countess had done as instructed and made sure to fill a glass with fluids, keeping only taking a few drops for her own pleasure.<br/><br/>Now as the Countess neared her own climax, soft moans starting to fill the candlelit room, the Druid raised the goblet into the air and finished his incantations.  Katrina arched her back and screamed with passion, a Valkyrie orgasm if any, she pounded her own fist into her squirting cunt, jack hammering herself until she'd soaked her own bed with her girl juice. Katrina  collapsed in satisfaction just at the Druid began to approach her, he'd loaded the enchanted jizz into a turkey baster and inserted the the faux-dick into her spread pussy, doing a little fucking of his own. By this point Katrina was so relaxed after the huge explosion she'd just given herself, she didn't even mind the boil covered elderly man as he got his own pleasures banging her with the Turkey baster.<br/><br/>The druid reached under his robe and started stroking himself while dildoing  the beautiful blonde haired Valkyrie woman. The Countess was revolted by the disgusting man, but her revulsion at such a pitiful creature playing with her regal snatch was enough of a fetish to start getting her worked up again. "oooh yes...that's it you disgusting old pervert, fuck that pussy....FUCK IT! Blow Servian's goo into me and I'll let you finish yourself off in my ass!" Coutess Vanelay commanded and the Druid happily did as he was instructed.<br/><br/>Behind the thick velvet curtains that line the southern wall of Katrina's bedchamber was Baron Robert Vanelay. He sat in his wheeled chair, watching , making sure the procedure went as planned. He'd failed himself once, trying to reclaim his rightful crown and he would be damned if he was going to blow this shot. The disgust of seeing his beautiful regal born daughter brought to the level of having to let a stinky boiled covered Druid ass fuck his daughter was more than the old crippled Baron could bear to watch. He wheeled himself out into the hallway and waited for the act of depravity to finish.<br/><br/>Soon after he heard the howling calls of the Valkyrie climax again the Druid emerged from her room, wiping the mess of himself with his robe. The disgusting Druid jumped back, startled at seeing the Coutess' chair bound father waiting in the causeway.<br/><br/>"Greetings Baron....You'll be pleased to hear that the ritual was a complete success, Countess Vanelay now carries the royal offspring of Prince Servian Kuergar. She will have a boy, the Rune Stones tell that you should name him 'Modi'.....Now as for my payment, I believe you promised my a bag of gold?" The Druid asked.<br/><br/>"What about the elixir we poured down Servian's throat before loading him into the carriage? Can you guarantee me it will be as foolproof as this procedure?" The Baron grumbled, unable to make eye contact with the old Druid.<br/><br/>"But of course, that concoction never fails, Servian's seed was tainted with the<span style="font-weight: bold">blood of the dire wolf</span>, any other child he might sire to anyone else will be born a feral beast, completely unable to claim the crown. Now...AS FOR MY FEE?" The Druid persisted.<br/><br/>"I think you've been more than compensated inside my daughter's ass, you should feel lucky to be walking out of here with your life. NOW GO!" The Baron commanded and the Druid walked off, more of less satisfied with the exchange.<br/><br/><br/><br/>******************<br/><br/>Servian got dressed and kissed his beautiful fiance as she relaxed in what was left of her bath, most of the water now pooled on the floor, but Luna looked so satisfied she didn't care. " I will see you in a few hours out in the garden my dear,<span style="font-weight: bold"> I love you</span>" He said as he exited the bathroom and started off to carefully talk with the surely upset Bor.