FSE

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*Authors note: Breaks between the paragraphs indicate when the point of view shifts between the two protagonists.

As Meress watched her sister deal with her obstinate guardsmen, she noticed Marl looking at her out of the corner of her eye. The giant boar was not looking at her eyes, though. Instead, she could feel his gaze drift all over her body. He was not being subtle about it either, practically leering at her chest. She even thought she could see a droplet of saliva falling from his left tusk. Was the massive boar actually drooling over her body? It made her feel nervous for some reason.

She blinked. Why would she be nervous though? Meress tried to think of a reason, but strangely could not seem to find any objections to what the boar was doing. Gathering her thoughts, she instead turned her mind to practical matters. Looking up at Garm, she noticed him quickly shifting his eyes up to look at her eyes. Had he been ogling her body as well? Whatever; it didn't matter.

Addressing Garm, she asked "You said you and your companion were looking for me and Veriss. Why?"

He stared back at her for a moment, as if it hadn't occurred to him that she might ask that question next. "Uh.." He stammered. He turned his head to look at the empty spot in the room for a moment, then turned back towards her. "We, uh, we heard you provide services?" he explained, questioningly. Meress was starting to get the feeling the two males were not the brightest of the bunch.

"Services? What d-".

Meress felt...something pass through her body. She blinked. The massive boar was looking at her, waiting for something. What was she doing again?

Meress blinked again. She suddenly remembered what she wanted to ask. No, wait, what she wanted to say.

"Oh, of course, our services!" Meress smiled back at Garm. "I apologize, I seem to be a bit of a mess today. Of course we will provide you with our services!" She motioned for Marl and Garm to follow her. "Come, my quarters are nearby. We can provide you with our services there."

Leading the way, the royal wizard headed for her private quarters, the two boars following close behind while Veriss brought up the rear. Meress could feel the males staring at her backside, though she wasn't sure why her body felt it important to register this fact. Dismissing it, she allowed the males to stare as they pleased as she guided them through several corridors before stopping in front of the door to her quarters. Unlocking the magical lock, she opened the door and stepped inside.

They entered a large room. There were no windows, but a skylight allowed plenty of light and fresh air to enter from above. The alabaster walls were largely hidden from sight by bookshelves filled to the brim with tomes of all shapes and sizes, with the only sizable gap created by another door on the other side of the room. The interior was occupied by a few large, ornate tables, on which were scattered various papers, flasks and alchemical tools.

Meress walked straight for the door on the other side and opened it. Stepping through it, she entered a slightly smaller room. Like the first room, it had white walls and a skylight, but light also shone in from large windows at the back. The room was relatively empty, with a few bookshelves against the wall, a few comfortable looking chairs and cabinets, one table, and a large bed standing against the opposite wall.

Turning around, Meress smiled brightly at the two males as they entered her private chambers. They had to duck to avoid hitting their head against the doorway, which was barely wide enough to allow them entry. "Welcome to my private quarters. Please make yourself at home." Marl and Garm looked around as Veriss stepped inside and closed the door behind them. The big males did not seem to see anything of interest and quickly turned their attention back towards Meress. They seemed content with staring at the dragonesses' body.

"Um..." Meress wasn't sure what she was supposed to do next, which was strange considering the males had asked for services that she was confident she had provided hundreds, maybe thousands of times before now.

Wait. Had she? Meress frowned. She was positive that she had, but she seemed at a loss on what to do next.

Veriss watched as Marl and Garm shamelessly gawked at her sister's assets, hidden behind her tightly-fitting robe. Her sister seemed not to care, a distracted look of confusion in her eyes. Veriss understood why. She herself was unsure as to what to do next.

Veriss saw her sister blink. Suddenly, her confused look disappeared. Instead, she looked up at Veriss as a smile appeared on her face. Veriss smiled back. She knew exactly what to do next. Stepping in between the towering males, she approached the green dragoness. Eyeing Meress up and down, Veriss realized she had never really taken the time to appreciate what her sister's clothing style did for her body. The way the silken fabric clung to her curves was...tintillating. It was much better suited for the service they were going to provide than her own plate armour.

Veriss turned her head towards Marl and Garm. She could see the hunger in their eyes. The enormous boars seemed eager to see what the dragonesses had in store for them.

"I'm sorry that you boys had to go through so much trouble to find us. I promise we will make it up to you." She smiled at them.

"And feel free to speak up if you have any ideas or fantasies you want us to make happen." She lifted a hand to her sister's face, lightly stroking her fingers along her chin as she nudged Meress' head to turn towards her.

"And when I say 'any fantasy', we really do mean *any* fantasy. Our service has no limits."

Smiling, she turned her head towards her sister. "For example, here is what we would do if you had a fantasy involving two incestual lesbian sisters." Parting her lips, she tilted her head sideways and moved it towards her sister's muzzle. Her sister met her halfway as she leaned forward just as eagerly. She could feel her sister's warm breath as she slid her muzzle over her sister's lips, her tongue reaching out to slip into the wet confines of her sister's mouth. Meress responded with her own tongue, sliding it against Veriss', the two saliva-covered agile muscles encircling each other as they wrestled from dominance.

"Mmpf" The sound came from Meress' muzzle as Veriss made out with her. Her lips suckled on her sister's mouth, wet sucking sounds soon filling the room. The two males watched intently, lust growing in their eyes by the moment. Garm, standing to the left, let out a disgusted laugh. "I knew you royals were a corrupt bunch, but I didn't know you were utterly depraved as well."

Marl, standing to the right, licked his lips before adding his opinion. "Shit, I've visited a lot of nasty streetwhores, but I never witnessed two siblings swapping spit as willingly and eagerly as this. You two are nasty." His voice was dripping with a mixture of disgust and arousal.

Encouraged by their glowing reactions, Veriss and Meress doubled their efforts. Pressing their muzzles against each other, the sisters invaded each other's mouths with their tongues. Letting out an exaggerated, muffled moan, Veriss could feel her sister's tongue slide deep into her oral cavity. Twisting her head, the purple dragoness attacked her sister's muzzle with gusto, wrestling her tongue deep into Meress' mouth, her lips smacking noisily against her sister's. Minutes passed as the two dragonesses passionately made out with each other.

"Mmmmmm...." Slightly opening her eyes in surprise, Veriss was startled by the genuineness of the soft moan that came from the depth's of her sister's throat. Was she actually enjoying this? Erotically?

Veriss' eyes narrowed to tiny slits. She was willing to bet Marl and Garm would enjoy her playing up her sister's enjoyment of the unnatural act they were engaged in. Suddenly pulling her muzzle away, Veriss retracted her tongue as she licked her lips to gather up any errant saliva. Meress, having been caught off guard by her sister's action, was left with her muzzle wide open, panting as her tongue hung past her lips, while a mixture of her and her sister's spit slid down her chin and dripped down the tip of her tongue.

Veriss looked up at the towering boars. "Did you hear that, boys? I think my sister is actually getting off of making out with me. I bet she-"

"I don't need you telling me something I heard with my own eyes, you dumb cunt." Veriss froze as Garm cut her off. "You two are here to service us, not to show us this depraved relationship you share with your sister."

The sisters stared at him, unsure of how to react to his outburst. After a silent moment, Veriss decided to speak up. "Um, do you want to move on to something else?" Garm nodded his approval.

Marl, however, did not agree. "No." He rumbled. "I wanna see some more."

Garm grunted and replied with his booming voice. "Come on, I don't need to see more of this filth."

Marl let out a bark-like laugh. "Don't pretend you don't enjoy the nastiness. I've seen what you do with whores."

Garm scoffed and looked away. "Yeah, well, at least I don't do it with my sisters." He mumbled.

Marl smirked at him. "Right, so do it to these two instead. Just let me have a bit more of this." Garm grunted, but did not say anything. Satisfied that he wasn't going to interrupt again, Marl turned back towards the dragonic sisters, his expression changing to a leer. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get back to necking each other" His grin widened. "And make it messy. Add some spit to it. I wanna see the daughters of the queen mother drooling all over each other."

Veriss nodded. "We'll do our best to please you." She turned back towards Meress to see the dragoness gathering up spit in her mouth. Veriss made to do the same, but paused when her sister placed a finger on her lips. She looked at her questioningly as Meress appeared to form a spitball in her muzzle. A devious smile forming on her lips, she pushed down on Veriss' lower lip.

Realizing what she intended, Veriss obediently let her mouth fall open. Tilting her head slightly back to make it easier for Meress, Veriss did not have to wait long. Pursing her lips, Meress noisily spat a ball of saliva into her sister's mouth.

"Gluk!"

Veriss almost choked as the spitball hit the back of her throat, and she had to keep herself from swallowing her sister's saliva. Seizing Meress by the throat, Veriss aggressively locked her lips around her sister's muzzle, using her tongue to gather up as much saliva she could, before shoving it into her sister's mouth. Meress responded by doing the same, and the two dragonesses began noisily exchanging spit, wet sounds emerging from their lips as their tongues lapped against each other. It did not take long before things became messy, strands of drool beginning to spill past their lips.

Pulling away for a moment, Veriss felt thick ropes of saliva stretching between her and her sister's muzzles while more slid down her chin. She did not pull back far, though, instead sucking up a large wad of throatslime, before messily spitting it at Meress. Half of it flew through her sister's lips, but the other half splattered all over her muzzle. Veriss immediately dove back in, using her tongue to lick up the spittle spread across her sister's snout. Meress responded in kind, the green dragoness sloppily licking back at Veriss, making sure to deliberately spread her own saliva all over Veriss' muzzle. Wet slurping and licking sounds filled the room for several minutes as the two sisters made out like pigs, oblivious to their surroundings.

Things were only brought to a halt when Veriss suddenly felt an enormous hand seize her by the arm. Startled, she pulled away from Meress, gooey strings of spittle stretching and breaking as she did so. The entire front-half of her muzzle was coated by a layer of saliva, courtesy of her sister, who's muzzle was in a similar state. Turning her head, Veriss looked up to see Marl staring down at her. For some reason she had failed to notice the giant boar's approach, and now he only a dozen inches away from her face, the large tusks jutting out of the corners of his mouth even closer. Unsure of his intentions, she and Meress stared back at him. There was an odd semi-grin on Marl's face. His big lips seemed to be moving, almost as if he was chewing on something.

Her eyes widening, Veriss suddenly realized what he intended. She glanced back at Meress, who had not yet caught on. No matter, it would become obvious soon enough. Waiting patiently, Veriss wondered how long the massive boar had been gathering spit - the dragoness seemed to have lost track of time while she was busy covering her sister's muzzle with a thick layer of spit.

Reaching out with his other hand, Marl closed his big fingers around the back of Veriss' skull. Veriss allowed the oversized boar to tilt her head back. It was not as if she could resist him anyway, considering how absurdly large and muscled he was. Feeling the strain in her neck as her head was pulled into a horizontal position, Veriss was left to stare up at the ceiling as she waited. Luckily, it did not take long before Marl moved his large head forward, the boar's beastly snout and tusks filling her entire vision as he loomed over her. Feeling Marl's fingers squeeze at the back of her jaw, Veriss nervously opened her mouth. The boar, however, showed no indication that he was preparing to spit into her mouth.

Another squeeze at the back of her jaw. Apparently Marl was unsatisfied with the size of his target, so she opened her muzzle as wide as she could, her tongue splaying out over her lower lip. Veriss looked up at the boar. His lips had stopped moving. She felt confused. What was he doing?

Her question was answered moments later. The boar parted his lips ever so slightly, allowing a string of foamy drool to escape and stretch down. Veriss watched as the string dropped lower and lower, heading straight for her wide-open muzzle, disappearing below the reach of her eyes until it finally touched the insides of her mouth. That seemed to be sufficient for Marl as the boar opened his lips further, allowing a larger volume of saliva to escape from his mouth. Literally drooling into the dragonesses mouth, Marl was careful not to spill any of his precious spit outside of Veriss' lips. Her head tilted back, the dragoness could only wait and watch as the boar began transferring the slimy contents of his mouth into her own. She could feel the warm, gooey drool pooling against the back of her throat while she breathed through her nose.

Slowly, the volume of saliva spilling from Marl's lips increased. Veriss felt her muzzle filling up faster and faster with the boar's spit. Her tongue was starting to get submerged in the gooey liquid. She stared into Marl's eyes. How much did that boar's mouth hold? The lake of spittle forming in her open mouth was rising rapidly towards the corners of her lips. Unsure of what to do, Veriss tried to hold as much saliva in her mouth as she could, but soon she reached her limit, and the boar's drool began to run down the corners of her lips as it overflowed her muzzle.

At was at that point that Marl's reservoir of drool finally ran dry. The flow of saliva passing his lips slowed, and then ceased. Licking his lips, the boar stared at the lake of drool in Veriss' mouth, admiring his handiwork.

"Swallow." He commanded, his voice rumbling. Veriss looked up at him nervously. The muscles in her neck were starting to protest against the strain of keeping her head tilted backwards. Inhaling deeply through her nose, the purple dragoness closed her windpipe, and then swallowed.

'Gulp'. A large amount of boar drool disappeared into her throat, lowering the level of the lake of spit in her mouth below the corners of her lips. Veriss shuddered slightly, the sensation of such a large amount of foreign saliva sliding down her throat feeling very gross.

'Gulp'. She swallowed again, another audible gulp coming from her throat as more gooey slime entered her gullet. Marl was grinning down at her with lustfilled eyes. Veriss reminded herself that she was providing a royal service entrusted to her by her mother. She couldn't falter even the slightest, no matter how gross it made her feel. She swallowed again, the dragoness having consumed roughly half of the spit filling her mouth.

"Stop." Came the boar's booming command. "Your sister can have the rest." Grinning widely, Marl looked up from Veriss' messy display, his eyes fixating on Meress. The male released his grip on her head, finally allowing the dragoness to relieve the strain on her neck. She lifted her head, closing her mouth as she did so to avoid spilling anything.

The big boar was looking at Meress, who stared back apprehensively. As perverted as it was, Meress did not really mind her and her sister's messy make-out session. The close bond between them somehow made it feel less dirty. They were just doing their job, after all. Marl's ideas, however, thoroughly grossed her out. She had hoped he would not involve her, but she knew she would have to do her best if he did.

The dragoness forced a smile onto her face. "H-how would you like me to-" She began, but the boar cut her off.

"I don't care how you do it, I just want to see you swallowing my spit." He rumbled at her. He glanced at Garm, who was waiting impatiently nearby. "And make it quick."

Meress nodded. Not wasting any time, she grabbed her sister by the head and opened her muzzle before sliding it over her sister's lips. Sealing her own lips tightly against Veriss' muzzle, she made sure not a drop would spill as she probed forth with her tongue. Nudging against her sister's closed lips, she felt her sister open them. Immediately, a deluge of warm, gooey saliva flooded into her mouth.

"Mrfff." Meress couldn't help herself, a muffled sound of disgust coming from her muzzle. Disregarding her displeasure, she allowed her mouth to fill up as her sister used her tongue to scoop up large amounts of the boar's spit before dumping it into her mouth. Closing her eyes, Meress began to swallow.

'Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.' Deciding to get it over with as quickly as possible, Meress did not pause between her swallows. She guzzled down the spit entering her mouth as quickly as Veriss could transfer it. The gross act was over within a dozen seconds, and as Meress felt the last wad of boar saliva slide down her throat, she broke away from the kiss with a gasp of relief.

"Didn't like the taste?" The grumbling bass-like voice of Marl resounded through the room. Meress opened her eyes to look at him. The boar looked a bit displeased, but his eyes only showed lust. He had clearly enjoyed seeing the royal dragonesses drink down large amounts of his spit straight from her sister's mouth.

"Y-yes Sir" The dragoness answered, needing a moment to find the right words. She hadn't called anyone 'sir' in over a decade. "I hope you enjoyed our service."

Marl looked her in the eye. "You aren't finished yet. You got each other's spit all over your muzzles." Meress noticed her sister rolling her eyes. Veriss did not spare a moment, however, already leaning over towards her, and moments later the sisters were once again engaged in an incestual display of tongues and lips. There was no real kissing this time, however. Instead, the dragoness were lapping at each other's muzzles, dilligently using their long tongues to scrape off the half-dried saliva they had deposited earlier. It didn't take them long to finish the task, and soon both of their muzzles had been licked clean.