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This one was very difficult, I could not keep continuity as nearly close as I'd like, but the images are still really fun. Bonus images follow after!

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In the grand throne room of Avaloria, Princess Celine stood defiantly before Queen Ravenna, her statuesque stepmother whose legendary endowment strained visibly against her black silk gown. The queen lounged on her ornate throne, the fabric clinging to her curves, gold crown glinting in the torchlight as she regarded her stepdaughter with cruel amusement.

"You dare challenge my rule, little flower?" Ravenna purred, her voice rich with dark honey. Her fingers trailed along the edge of her gown's plunging neckline. "You know the ancient law - to take the crown, you must first... take everything from the current ruler."

Celine's sapphire eyes blazed with determination as she approached the dais, her pink silk gown swirling around her feet, silver tiara catching the light. "Your cruelty ends today, *Mother*." She spat the last word like poison. "I've studied every technique, every secret. I'll drain your power and claim what's rightfully mine."

Ravenna spread her legs wider, the slit in her dress revealing what made her infamous throughout the realm. "Then approach, foolish girl. Show me these... skills you boast of."

"Gladly," Celine whispered, gracefully dropping to her knees before the throne. The pink silk of her gown pooled around her as she reached forward, her delicate fingers trailing up Ravenna's thighs. The queen's massive shaft stood proudly, throbbing with the power that had kept her on the throne for so long.

"Such confidence," Ravenna mocked, though her breath caught as Celine's skilled fingers wrapped around her length. "But you'll find I'm not so easily- ah!" Her taunt dissolved into a gasp as Celine's tongue swirled expertly around her tip.

Celine smiled wickedly, her sapphire eyes locked on her stepmother's face as she took more of the impressive length into her mouth. Her studies had prepared her well - every sensitive spot, every technique that would bring the mighty queen to her knees.

The guards at the door shifted uncomfortably as Ravenna's moans began to echo through the throne room. The queen's fingers tangled in Celine's hair, her crown tilting askew as she threw her head back in unexpected pleasure.

"Impossible," Ravenna panted, her control slipping. "Where did you learn to- oh gods!"

Celine worked her stepmother's length with masterful precision, one hand gripping the base while her tongue danced along the sensitive underside. The queen's impressive girth stretched her lips, but she took it deeper still, years of secret practice evident in her technique.

"By the gods," Ravenna moaned, her composure crumbling as Celine's throat constricted around her. The queen's hips bucked involuntarily, her black dress hiking higher up her thighs. "No one has ever... ahhh... taken all of me..."

But the princess was relentless, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm as she worked every inch. Her fingers massaged and teased, drawing increasingly desperate sounds from the mighty queen. Ravenna's thighs trembled, her grip tightening in Celine's hair.

"I'm... I can't..." Ravenna gasped, her back arching off the throne. "No, my power... I'm going to..."

Celine took her stepmother to the very root, swallowing around her length as Ravenna cried out. The queen's release flooded her throat, and with each pulse she felt Ravenna's legendary endowment diminishing between her lips.

As Celine pulled back, Ravenna slumped in her throne, watching in horror as her once-mighty member shrank and withered. The princess rose gracefully, wiping her lips as she gazed down at her defeated stepmother.

"No..." Ravenna whispered, her gold crown askew. "The ancient magic..."

"The throne requires strength," Celine declared, reaching for the crown. "And you've just surrendered yours." She lifted the golden symbol of power from Ravenna's head.

The former queen scrambled weakly from the throne, her black dress hanging limp where once it had been stretched taut. With deliberate grace, Celine settled onto the royal seat. The moment she sat down, a surge of power coursed through her body. Her pink gown began to strain as the ancient magic manifested, bestowing upon her what she had claimed by right of conquest.

Uncrossing her legs slowly, Celine revealed her newly acquired royal endowment. The guards averted their eyes, now bound to serve their new ruler.

"Leave us," she commanded, her voice carrying new authority. As the chamber emptied, she smiled down at her kneeling stepmother. "Now then... you will show proper respect to your queen." Her sapphire eyes darkened with dominance as she adjusted her position on the throne, legs spreading wider. "You know what supplication is required."

Ravenna's face flushed with humiliation as she crawled forward on her hands and knees, her black dress dragging along the marble floor. The former queen's trembling hands reached for Celine's newly bestowed royal endowment.

"Please..." Ravenna whispered, but Celine's stern look silenced her protests.

"You ruled through this power," Celine reminded her, lifting her pink gown to fully reveal what she had claimed. "Now worship it properly."

With a broken sob, Ravenna leaned forward, her lips parting to take Celine's impressive length. The young queen gasped at the sensation, her fingers tangling in her stepmother's hair.

"Yesss," Celine hissed. "Show everyone why you're no longer fit to wear the crown. Show them how eagerly you serve your new queen."

Celine gripped Ravenna's hair tighter as her stepmother's skilled tongue worked along her length. Each swirl and stroke showed the former queen's experience, though now used in service rather than dominance.

"Years of making others submit," Celine moaned, rolling her hips. "Now taste your own cruelty, *Mother*." The title dripped with irony as Ravenna gagged slightly, taking more of her stepdaughter's impressive girth.

The former queen's tears stained her black dress as Celine forced her deeper, making her take every inch. The young queen's pink gown bunched around her waist as she thrust upward, using Ravenna's throat like she had used so many others.

"That's it," Celine panted, feeling her first royal release building. "Swallow every drop, like a proper servant." She held Ravenna's head firmly in place as pleasure crashed through her body. The former queen had no choice but to gulp down the evidence of her complete submission.

Celine finally released her grip, letting Ravenna fall back gasping. "Now clean yourself up. The court awaits their new queen's first decree."