The Three Princes

It was the third month of the revolution when the Loyalists were finally defeated, the royal family deposed and their allies imprisoned. The hot and heady summer had given way to crisp fall. As various red hue'd leaves fell across the former kingdom, so too did blades fall on the necks of the nobility.

It was a fine time to be a mage dabbling in necromancy. Veronica smiled as she handed over a bag of coins to the revolutionary guard stationed to the doors of the dungeon mortuary. Fresh corpses were created daily as the aristocracy were culled, and few people cared if a handful were lost in the process. Marcy needed such dead bodies to perform experiments on and to scavenge raw material such as blood and organs for her wicked spells and mechanisms.

The air was cool down in the basement of the prison. A rusty scent hung in the damp air.
Marcy had come here today on the rumor of some truly rare bodies. The three crown princes of the former kingdom had met their end courtesy of Madame Guillotine that morning.
Some had called for mercy for the children of the former king. They were promptly thrown into prison themselves for counter revolutionary sympathies, and the executions went ahead on schedule.

The clouds gathered in the dark of the early morning. By 10:00AM, the first raindrops fell.
An audience had gathered in the courtyard of the prison where the guillotine resided. With their dark umbrellas unfurled, it looked like the sea, with every movement a swell.

At 10:30, the condemned princes arrived. They had been stripped naked, their arms tied behind their backs, a final indignity before death. The rain fell and soaked them to the bone, causing them to tremble and sniffle. Each boy exhaled a cloud of steam. Only a few short months ago, such cruelty would have been unimaginable to the young boys present, accustomed to the finest clothes and deferential treatment from near every commoner they encountered.

Crown Prince William Rothman di Hohenzollerg (age 14) lost his head first. Known for his infatuation with martial activities, he had cultivated a physically fit, muscular body and loved to dress in his custom fitted Guards uniform and ride his horse alongside military parades. The eldest of the three, he bravely presented his bare neck to the guillotine without uttering a single plea for mercy, although many in the crowd that day noticed a brown stain running down the former Crown Prince's rear end.

Crown Prince Samuel Rothman di Hohenzollerg (age 13) witnessed his eldest brother's death up close. With his soft, almost feminine appearance and love of music, he had never quite gotten along with the heir apparent. Known within the royal family for being a rather gentle soul, the sudden violent decapitation of his brother forced the boy to confront his own impending mortality. Unlike William, the guards had to drag the screaming young Prince to the bascule, tying him down with leather straps, and physically forcing his head down into the embrace of the lunette. The young boy had just enough time to gawk at the severed head of his brother before the blade came down and reunited the two.

The revolutionaries dumped the shivering corpse of Samuel into the cheap, straw filled pine box where William's body lay.

Crown Prince Frederick Rothman di Hohenzollerg (age 12) presented no resistance as the guards led him to the guillotine. Witnessing the death of his mother, father, and two elder brothers had thoroughly traumatized the poor child into a mute shock. Unlike Samuel, Frederick was also physically fit and toned. Unlike William, it was due to a fanatic obsession with football, a trait inherited from the king. Some rumor that Frederick was the result of a extramarital tryst with a common maid, mostly due to his tan complexion and curly hair in a family of pale redheads. Whatever the case, it would be rendered moot. Within a few short moments his head bounced into the basket containing his brothers.

Within minutes, the three severed heads were reunited with their bodies. A sheet was thrown over the remains, and they were swiftly taken away into the depths of the prison basement.

An hour had passed since.

Veronica pulled the bloodstained canvas sheet away from the box containing the bodies. The three crown princes lay beside each other, arms limply embracing each other. Their heads laid on their bellies, their eyes half lidded, jaws slack, congealed blood coating their lips, chins and noses. The perfect testbeds for her newest spell. Of course, this very early development version of a necromancy spell required fresh meat, so she had taken the liberty of renting the mortuary for the afternoon. No one would bother her during her work.

She gathered each head and placed them on a table. Her spellbook opened to the relevant page, the one containing the "soul recorder". With a flick of her wand, she extracted the fading memories and personality fragments from the brains of the young princes and imprinted them within the talisman she had brought with her. The talisman-dagger glowed. Marcy picked the dagger up from the table and turned to the headless corpses.

A wordless incantation whistled from Veronica's lips. She gently pressed the dagger into the pale flesh of Samuel's chest. The skin broke, and the dagger glowed again, transferring the fragment of Samuel's soul embedded with Veronica's control-spell into cooling flesh.

She waited with breathless anticipation. Samuel's ring finger twitched. Then his thumb.
Slowly, the headless body sat up.
Veronica exhaled in satisfaction. It worked! She repeated the process with William, then Frederick.

All three boys sat beside each other, waiting for an order from the mage who had reanimated them.

"Get out of the coffin and stand before me."

In unison, the three former princes got to their feet and stepped out of their coffin.
Veronica walked around the headless boys. She touched William's neck-stump, ran her finger over the abrupt end of his spinal column, the exposed esophagus through which he had swallowed his last meal of oatmeal and milk, the jugular veins through which his rapidly beating heart had emptied its supply of blood after decapitation.

She examined the rest of his body, the finely toned biceps, the firm chest, the hint of an eight pack abdomen, the patch of pubic hair, the-
Oh. William's penis was erect, a ram-rod straight organ, its head peeking from the foreskin.
A side effect of the spell? She gingerly grasped the foreskin and pulled it down. She sniffed it. A faint scent of urine, mixed with something more musky.
Slowly, she began to pump up and down, then increased her speed. A bead of pre-cum emerged from the glans. Veronica leaned over and wrapped her lips around the shaft. She grasped the testicles, and bobbed her head up and down. She felt hands grasp her head. Suddenly, something sticky, hot and pungent coated her tongue and filled her mouth. The hands fell away, and she fell back, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her robe. William's body crumpled to the ground, pale and wet, its penis drooping. The talisman-blade glowed again, then darkened.

She grabbed the dagger and cut William's belly again. Nothing happened.

The soul-fragment of William must have been severed from his corpse when he experienced his post-mortem orgasm.

She looked over at the other two boys. Their penises were also erect.

Perhaps repeating what had occured with William would provide a good dataset to reverse engineer this spell-glitch.

She smiled, and approached Samuel.