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Click here"Hello," Helton said shyly.
Melessa babbled incoherently.
The Horns cooed over their children for a few minutes. The princess watched, resigned to the fact that even far away from the courts of Crownhold, a similar sort of politico-social maneuvering was taking place, the couple hoping to present their family as wholesome and endearing to the princess.
They think they can earn more favor through me. As if I have that influence over my father.
Eventually, the Horns let the servant take their children away, and the conversation resumed. Thankfully, one of the servants on hand made sure that the princess' cup stayed full, allowing her to endure the frivolous talk.
When a certain warmth started to spread through her, heralding the effect of the rich wine, she took her leave. The Horns promised regular dinners; she pretended to be pleased by the idea.
The same orc attendant went back across the grounds with her. Night had fallen, and she spent most of the ride staring up at the stars, the nagging thought of her future betrothal sneaking into her mind to her great disquiet.
As she made her way back to her quarters, those negative thoughts were replaced by a burgeoning excitement.
Maybe Deiara will be back. I haven't seen her since breakfast.
Her handmaiden had spent the previous night with Baltar. When she had returned in the morning to the room the two women shared, with a plate of freshly cooked food, it had been to the sight of the princess suffering a brutal spit-roast, one fat cock pounding down her throat while another ravaged her dripping quim. Although the food had grown cold by the time the princess had been able to eat, she had been nevertheless ravenous, wolfing it down in front of the bemused handmaiden.
As Gwennalyn slipped into her quarters, the sound of heavy moans tickled her ears from the bedroom.
Seems like I'm about to walk in on her getting fucked now.
Indeed, the handmaiden was undulating atop Baltar, the full lushness of her figure on display, the generous curves there rippling as she bounced back against the reclining orc. The couple had been in the throes of passion for what looked like a while, judging from the sheen of sweat shining on both bodies, and the streaks of dried semen crowning Deiara's luscious breasts and slicking her heaving belly.
"Oh, that feels so good, love," she cooed back to Baltar.
The princess padded over in front of the bed, where her handmaiden noticed her.
"Do you want to join us?" she asked.
"No," Gwennalyn said softly, shaking her head, "I know my place."
The serene pleasure on her handmaiden's face switched to stern reproach.
"Apparently, you don't, because your place is wherever I tell you it is. If I tell you to get over here and suck his balls or worship my clit, that's what you'll do, isn't it?"
Over the past several months, the princess had discovered just how submissive she could be with a lover. Her handmaiden had enjoyed testing that submissiveness, sometimes taking control of the proceedings when the two of them were together. And although Deiara could not decisively outmuscle her the same way these orcs could, the princess was eager to obey nonetheless.
So, Gwennalyn nodded meekly.
"Of course, Deiara. What do you want me to do?"
The stern reproach melted slightly.
"For now, you can sit over there and watch us."
She nodded and sat down on a bench in the corner of the room. Just as soon as her backside hit the stone, one of her hands darted underneath her dress. Her panties were soaked with the semen that had leaked from her nethers. With a lewd purr, she slid them off, and brought them up to her lips.
As she watched Deiara and Baltar, she sucked at the fabric, slurping off cooled strands of semen, tasting the mix of masculine muskiness and her own feminine flavor. Several fingers from the hand underneath her dress pushed through her slit, finding the channel beyond drenched again.
It would be a wonderful end to the day to be the audience for her handmaiden.
Although I'll do whatever she tells me.
- COMMENTS
majicman21over 5 years agoAuthorI usually don't reply to anonymous comments, but you seem so hopeful and insistent that I felt I should. Fair warning: the princess will never be truly subservient to the handmaiden in any concrete way besides sexually, because the difference between them social class-wise is too ingrained in both women for any actual transference of authority to occur. There is some light menial subservience in the next chapter (not involving the handmaiden however), but I wouldn't get my hopes up about any nipple/clitoral rings or any sort of full-time submission. I hope you keep reading regardless.
Anonymousover 5 years agoA nice addition to the story, though I was a bit sad that the submission to her hand maid didn't take up more of the tale. The idea of her really sinking into sub-space, being obedient to her hand maid at all times.... that's hot.
With the healing brew they have, the hand maid could have the princess's nipples ringed as a sign of her new station in life. Maybe even go for the trifecta and get a clitoral ring to seal the deal. That would be very nice!
Hopefully, we won't have to wait long for the next installment.
