Intrigue drove your decision more than concern for your father or the people of kingdom who would suffer should you steal away in the night. You still loved your family, and cared for the people, but the emotions had fallen in importance compared to sating your appetites and lust. You were a succubus and you embraced that reality with the same acceptance that had washed over you soon after transforming into a woman.
Without any regrets, you returned to sleep and smiled as you eagerly waited for mysterious figure to bring you to your new life as a married woman. But sleep did not mean rest. Your spirit left your body and soon fell on those genuinely asleep and infiltrated their dreams. Everything after was a blur as you took on the shapes of the countless staff's secret fantasies. Men, women, something else entirely, playing the roles of bandits and knights alike.
For your father, you appeared as yourself, as Princess Arinay. You straddled him in his bed as you introduced yourself to him in a husky breath. You kept him from cumming inside his dream, riding and teasing him until you were satisfied he only had your name on his lips before you released him. After working him into a sexually frenzy, he was like a beast as he forcefully pushed you beneath him and thrust into your formerly virgin sex, uncaring of how he ruined you for other men or your, admittedly enthusiastic, consent.
Something, an urge you couldn't quite explain, compelled you throw your arms around his neck and pull yourself up so you could whisper that he should release his wild side. Even before you had pulled away, your father's dream-self was transforming. White fur with black stripes sprouted across his naked and growing and muscular body, yet leaving the scars he had accumulated on the battlefield visible as a testament to his strength. His muzzled pushed outward, becoming feline, not unlike the tiger emblem emblazoned on your house crest. As was his massive cock, you instantly realized when you felt his blunt spikes trying to keep him inside you after each thrust.
You looked on the fearsome hybrid creature he had become: a king of beasts and men. You cooed and praised your father's virility, stroking his ego as your clenching pussy did the same to his shaft. Then he let lose a feral, triumphant, roar in when he came inside you.
A shame you both had to wake up.
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While the maids were occupied with the intricate task of weaving your long hair into a cascade of golden ringlets, a task that had become infinitely more difficult by the interruptions caused whenever kept stealing furtive glances of your naked body, you were picking out the dress you'd wear today. You couldn't blame them, after feeding on the castle inhabitant's ambient lust and dreams, not to mention the cum of the guards, you were positively radiant.
At their advice, you dismissed anything elaborate. Imprinting feminine mannerism and an ability to walk in heels hadn't turned you into a fashionista by any means, so you were grateful for your servants input and kept asking questions and about their reasoning. In addition to being more confident regarding fashion, you had also learnt a fair deal of intriguing gossip about the court's noblewomen before you had narrowed things down. Ultimately you went with a white lace dress.
You left your chambers for the throne room. Walking the halls you could already hear buzzing about the person that had arrived to pick you up. They were...