“Princess! Princess Ansandra, are you
here!?”
The powerful Clanaria Kingdom controlled
the fertile land of the Bastore Plain and was situated just about in the center
of the continent.
And that was true more than just
geographically. It was the major artery that connected the great eastern
kingdom of Ralfint with the western city states. It was the land where the
inland roads met the northern roads to the remote northern territories.
On top of that, rivers flowed in from
Celeste to the northeast, Nephthys to the east, and Vouivre to the southeast
and joined together into the mighty Light Cloth River that flowed west from
there.
The land truly was the cornerstone of the
continent’s commercial distribution, it had a greater population than anywhere else
on the continent, and its economy was greatly developed.
As if to show off their wealth, the royal
capital of Curling contained a vast and beautiful castle of great white stones.
A woman in a military uniform rushed down
the passageway leading to the deepest palace in that castle.
“She’s in the detached palace, isn’t she?
Fine then. I don’t need a guide. I can get there myself.”
She had carelessly-cut deep violet hair and
deeply chiseled facial features. Her large eyes glittered a reddish brown. She
wore too little makeup and had little sex appeal, but her looks themselves were
not bad. She had the dignified aura of a knight woman who lived for battle.
Her military uniform suited the whip-like flexibility
and broad shoulders of her tall build.
Her top was made from a glossy white fabric
with gold hemming, the pants covering her legs were a dull silverish-white, she
wore a short purple cape on her back, and a silver medal with a griffon design
shined on her left breast.
That medal modeled after a fantasy beast
was Clanaria’s sign of a commander in charge of a thousand knights. Reaching
that rank at only twenty and as a woman made her a truly exceptional person.
“You can’t do that, Lady Lucy. Not now. We
were ordered to keep everyone away.”
Just like a small bird harassing a wild
eagle, she was stopped by Mimi, a maid in an orange dress and a white apron and
hat.
“Out of the way.”
As if the maid meant nothing to her, the
agitated knight woman shoved her aside and continued with great strides.
“You’re so mean…but so lovely❤”
Poor Mimi had fallen onto her butt, but
rather than grow angry, hearts appeared in her tear-damp eyes.
Due to Lucy’s appearance and personality,
she was immensely popular with the royal palace’s young court ladies who wanted
the knight to be their “mistress”. Mimi was one such girl and she had always
wanted to get close to her.
Lucy would normally tease those girls and
have a little fun with them, but she was in no mood for playing around today.
It was early afternoon as the hot summer
days continued during the twentieth year of King Baldwin’s reign.
Shimmering heat rose from the castle walls
from which the kingdom’s phoenix flag flew and the greenery of the garden
glittered white in the intense sunlight, but the flowers overcame the scorching
heat and let their red and yellow petals blossom brightly.
“Would you look at that…”
There was a reason why the plants were
thriving.
Second Princess Ansandra loved the detached
palace which was surrounded by a curtain of water.
The elegant structure had a roof and
pillars, but no walls. Instead, pure underground water was drawn up with
magical power to flow down the four sides of the roof and surround the
structure with a beautiful silver curtain. It was the mist of the water
constantly falling from the roof that filled the surrounding flowers and other
plants with such life.
A little girl in a maid uniform was
laughing as she played in the water, but when she noticed Lucy, she called
inside.
“Lucy is here.”
A response came from within.
“Oh, my. Lucy is back? Have her come in.”
Now that she had permission to enter the
detached palace, the woman knight nervously passed through the curtain of
water.
All external sound was cut off and the
oppressive heat vanished. Her skin had grown used to the scorching heat, so she
felt a little chilled.
A woman and a girl had apparently been
discussing something inside.
When Lucy noticed, she quickly kneeled.
“Welcome back, Lucy. I’m glad to see you
safe and sound.”
The individual Lucy had been searching for
met her with a smile.
It was Clanaria’s Second Princess Ansandra.
The girl was four years younger than Lucy
and gave off a sense of intelligence and purity.
She had long glossy blonde hair, large blue
eyes, pink lips, a smooth bridge of the nose, an extremely small nose, a skinny
white throat, and slender arms and legs. Her smiling face had a well-formed and
adorable beauty with its innocence still remaining.
She wore a cool-looking white dress made of
layer after layer of lace with intricate openwork. Her milk white upper arms
were bare as the dress had no sleeves and the tulip-shaped skirt was short
enough to see her knees and the lengthy legs below them.
Her chest and such were still quite young,
so her body gave off a sense of youth more than sex appeal. However, she had a
warm atmosphere that gave a sense of gentleness, responsibility, and
compassion, so no one could help but like her.
She was like a detailed doll created by a
skilled craftsman to represent the ideal princess.
Her age, appearance, personality, and
social position were all different from Lucy’s, but they had known each other
since childhood and were the closest of friends.
That was why Lucy had ignored the command
to stay away, but that had apparently been a bit of a problem this time.
“I believe we ordered everyone away from
here.”
A woman criticized her with an unconcerned
look on her face. Her long golden hair, blue eyes, and milk-white skin were
much like Ansandra’s.
The resemblance was to be expected as she
was Ansandra’s sister. Older by three years, she was Clanaria’s First Princess
Virginia.
“My apologies. Um…what is the meaning of
this strange situation?”
“Strange? How cruel. I was the one that set
this place up for my cute little sister.”
As the older sister, Virginia was notably
more mature than her younger sister.
Her facial features were deeply chiseled
yet delicate, but they had none of the undeveloped fickleness of her sister.
The bridge of her nose stood tall and she boldly increased her beauty with red
rouge and blue eyeshadow.
She was as tall as Lucy, she had a large
bust that was reminiscent of a cow’s udders, she had a tight and slender waist,
and she had large child-bearing hips.
As if to show off that high-powered body,
she wore a royal-blue tight-fitting suit that left her cleavage and her thighs
exposed. Half her long legs were covered by wine-red knee socks and she wore
high heels on her feet.
She wore a long blood rose colored cape on
her back.
Her choice in clothing was enough to
frustrate the more sensible members of the royal court and it was a testament
to her focus on magic.
She had established a magic research agency
under her direct command and she used that to create countless strange types of
magic, so she was commonly known as being obsessed with magic. In a way, she
was Clanaria’s most famous princess.
“Thank you very much, Virginia. This allows
me to nap and read in comfort even during these sweltering days.”
“Right, right? You’re such a good girl,
Ansandra.”
The elder sister puffed her chest out and
held her head high when her little sister thanked her. She then glanced at
Lucy’s kneeling form and shrugged.
“I’m sure this is about to get annoying, so
I’ll be leaving.”
“Please stay a while longer, Virginia.”
The Witch Princess looked back when her
sister tried to stop her.
“I am quite busy, you know? And if Lucy is
back, then my beloved Madelene must be as well♪”
“That’s right. It would be insensitive to
keep you here, wouldn’t it?”
Virginia left the water palace while
humming at the thought of her lover’s return.
“Now, then. It seems you had another victory
and made even more of a name for yourself. Congratulations on the promotion.”
With the annoying witch gone, Ansandra sat
in a refreshing wicker chair.
“No, that promotion is only thanks to my
father.”
Lucy scorned the praise Ansandra gave her
and followed the princess’s instructions to sit in the opposite chair.
“Don’t be so modest. The valiant daughter
of Clanaria’s General Albare is known as the War Goddess throughout the kingdom
and even in the neighboring kingdoms.”
Ansandra laughed in a voice as clear as a
bell. Charmed by her smile, Lucy narrowed her eyes as if it was too bright to
look at.
“Being called a War Goddess or a Demon
Princess is entirely normal for any woman knight on the battlefield.”
Lucy’s father was the top officer of
Clanaria’s army, so this was undoubtedly thanks to his connections. But it was
true she was a valiant warrior and that she had achieved much this time. Her
lovely appearance and her fierce fighting had made her a famous warrior in the
Clanarian army and it was often said she might become history’s greatest woman
general in twenty years if all went well.
“I hear you had a brilliant victory over
Exstar’s main army of eighteen thousand. The west should be peaceful for the
time being now.”
“Yes, my father Albare commanded flawlessly
and crushing an enemy formation that was effectively not even half our size was
a simple task. My contributions were rewarded with a promotion and…no, wait!
None of that matters! How can you be so calm!? Is it true you’re being forced
into a political marriage with the king of Domos!?”
As she spoke, Lucy recalled why she was
even here and grew hysterical.
Ansandra smiled a little in silence as she
grabbed a document from the table next to her and showed it to Lucy.
Lucy gasped when she read the title:
Culture of the Domos Region.
“Princess, are you actually planning to
go!?”
“Oh? Are you against it, Lucy?”
Lucy briefly hesitated when she saw her princess’s
sad look, but she resolutely announced her feelings.
“Yes. I am against it. There are dangerous
rumors about Domos’s King Lorent, saying he killed his father to take the
throne. He also conquered the neighboring kingdoms of Celeste and Sulbey. He is
filled with greed and fearless ambition. I have no doubt he will eventually
begin to crave Clanaria as well!”
“!”
Ansandra calmly accepted Lucy’s unusual
anger, but the small maid girl playing in the water curtain had opened her eyes
wide.
“Look, you scared Frangese by shouting.”
“My apologies. But!”
When Ansandra realized she could not stop
her older friend, she smiled in bitter resignation.
“Wait just a second. Frangese, sorry, but
Lucy and I have to discuss some complicated things. Go help Mimi over there.”
“Understood, Your Highness.”
The girl of just four obeyed her beloved
princess’s instructions and walked out of the room.
Ansandra narrowed her eyes as she watched
the adorable girl leave, but then she tilted her head in thought and looked to
Lucy. As her lovely hair fluttered behind her, it seemed spun from threads of
polished sunshine.
“It is true Domos’s King Lorent seems to
have a fierce temperament, but his ambition has brought two more kingdoms under
his command.”
It was easy to imagine that rapidly
expanded kingdom would be filled with unease on the domestic front. Marrying
the princess of an advanced kingdom like Clanaria was likely meant to help
guide the kingdom.
“But Lorent is an extremely cruel man.”
“Cruel? That isn’t very nice. He is going
to be my husband, you know?”
Ansandra wrinkled her brow in displeasure
at Lucy’s insistence.
“I am aware this is rude of me, but Celeste
and Sulbey were conquered quite harshly. And it is hard to say the women were
treated in a gentlemanly manner.”
She did not come out and say it, but rumor
had it the beautiful princesses of the conquered castles had been taken straight
to the bedroom.
But Ansandra was already aware of those
rumors.
“I’m glad you’re worried, but this has
already been decided. My father King Baldwin, Prime Minister Stuart, your
father General Albare, Royal Guard General Madelene, Right General Chamomile,
Left General Hopard, Minister of Foreign Affairs Dubuc, Minister of Finance
Madeley, and the others on the royal council have already made up their minds.
I do not have a say in the matter.”
Incidentally, Minister of Finance Madeley’s
daughter was Frangese, Ansandra’s favorite maid who had just left.
“And I do not mind if my husband has a few
mistresses.”
She had been born the second daughter of
the royal family, so she had known she would be part of a political marriage
eventually.
Marrying in public and loving in private
was the standard way of things for anyone above a certain rank.
Women from noble families showed their
pride by not complaining about her husband’s mistresses as long as her official
position was assured.
Even if it was of a savage and remote
kingdom, she would be a queen. What more could she want from a marriage?
But even after that thorough explanation
from her respected princess, Lucy was not convinced and leaned forward to
dissuade her.
“But why you, Princess Ansandra? My
apologies, but your sister Princess Virginia seems about the right age for
that.”
Unlike her younger sister, it was hard to
say Virginia had a refined personality. She was so focused on her pursuit of
magic that she could lose sight of reality.
She was indeed more skilled with magic than
one would expect of a royal and those skills were some of the best in the
kingdom, but she also produced a lot of waste in her magic research and was one
of the secret sources of worries for the kingdom.
If they were going to marry off a princess,
it would be best to deal with that burden at the same time. And her more mature
appearance was sure to appeal to the savage people of Domos. That was what Lucy
wanted to say.
“Oh, but it couldn’t be Virginia. She is
madly in love with Royal Guard General Madelene.”
Ansandra’s eyes widened in surprise and she
brought her hands to her mouth. Lucy knew she was only playing dumb, so she
frowned in disgust.
“And that’s the problem. That bastard is
toying with ignorant Princess Virginia and she’s completely oblivious to it.”
Surprisingly, it was an open secret that
Virginia was madly in love and would slip out at night to enjoy trysts at
Madelene’s mansion.
Madelene would make an appropriate king, so
it was best for the kingdom if they left that as is. On the other hand, there
were no such rumors about Princess Ansandra. She did not yet have a man hidden
in her heart, so the king and courtiers had likely decided she was the perfect
option.
“He’s just like Domos’s king. If he became
king, he would spend all his time on foreign campaigns and create cracks in the
kingdom’s foundation.”
Ansandra tilted her head in surprise at her
good friend’s almost fierce eloquence.
“Lucy, you really do hate Madelene, don’t
you? Did something happen between you?”
Lucy’s cheeks flushed red and she spat foam
from the corner of her mouth.
“Nothing happened with that pathetic excuse
for a man. Of course nothing happened. I am just worried for the kingdom.
Enough baseless accusations.”
She might as well have confessed that
something had happened. Ansandra laughed in her heart that the born warrior
simply could not lie.
“He might be a pathetic excuse for a man,
but he is quite skilled. He is undefeated on the battlefield and his
administrative abilities are top notch. The king likes him, he has cleverly
gathered popularity, and his men passionately support their commander. He has
built up a solid position in the palace and he especially shines when he dances
at the balls.”
“…”
Lucy fell silent and flapped her lips like
a suffocating goldfish. The expression was so amusing that Ansandra giggled.
(She can only laugh because she doesn’t
know what kind of man he is. I know who he truly is.)
Lucy had a past she could never make public.
She was popular among the young girls as a brave woman who had no interest in
men, but she had actually secretly dated Madelene for a time.
But once he had grown intimate with
Princess Virginia, he had cast her aside and taken the princess instead. In
other words, he cared more about ambition than love.
If it was known she was speaking ill of the
man who had cast her aside, Lucy’s claims would sound like the complaints of a
jealous woman.
(That isn’t it. I don’t love him anymore. I
just know how dangerous he is.)
She agonized over her inability to explain,
but then she realized they were getting off topic. She corrected her expression
and sharpened her tongue.
“The issue of the next king can wait. We
need to focus on the more pressing issue. Please refuse to go to Domos. The
king is kind, so if you are insistent, he will not force you. There must be
someone better you can marry.”
“Lucy, this isn’t like you. It is true my
father has a soft spot for me, but that is only on a personal level. He would
not overturn a public matter like this.”
When a girl four years her junior scolded
her, even Lucy realized she was being childish and relaxed her shoulders.
“Understood. I have no choice. If you
insist on going to Domos, then I will accompany you.”
“You can’t do that.”
The proud princess gently shook her head at
her friend’s final compromise.
“That would be wrong to General Albare. He
has done so much for Clanaria, yet his precious two brothers, three sons, and
wife were all killed in battle. We cannot take his only daughter from him too.”
“My father is…”
Lucy had a soft spot for her father who had
raised her so carefully.
While he was the army’s top commander and a
splendid warrior, he had not been blessed with familial love. He had a history
of victory in battle, but he had lost many precious people in those battles.
Seeing his daughter and one remaining
family member grow up had been the one joy in his personal life. But the
unrefined man had not known how to show affection to his daughter, so he had
ended up teaching her everything he knew: swords, lances, riding, and military
tactics.
He had not actually wanted a successor. He
had simply been awkward and had not known any other way of communicating with
his daughter.
Lucy had been blessed with great talent and
she had worked hard in her pursuit of the martial arts and other knowledge
because she had enjoyed showing off how much she had grown when her busy father
returned from the battlefield. She had eventually grown into a first class
warrior, but she had lost her femininity in exchange.
He had apparently recently started to
secretly worry that he had raised her wrong and had even asked his colleague
Lady Chamomile for advice, but he still enjoyed his life as the top general
because he could remain in the royal capital and see his daughter on a daily
basis.
Everyone in Clanaria agreed that any man
who made a move on Lucy would be torn to pieces by General Albare.
Lucy felt that was part of the reason
Madelene had kept their relationship a secret.
“And what about your men?”
Ansandra’s next words were also quite
effective.
On her father Albare’s orders, Lucy had
been placed in an elite unit made up of veteran warriors ever since her very
first battle. They were her friends, teachers, and tools. How far would they go
to stay with her? They had wives, lovers, parents, and children. Those families
were reliant on Lucy as well, so even she looked daunted.
“It is true that I cannot leave Clanaria.
But…but…”
Lucy worked to suppress the intense emotion
rising within her, but she could not manage it.
“It would pain me to be separated from you,
princess.”
She tearfully threw her large body from the
chair and crouched in front of small Ansandra.
Since they were little, they had been
master and servant, friends, and almost like sisters.
After Lucy had given up on men, Ansandra
had grown to the level of a lover in her heart.
“I swore my sword would be used to serve
only you.”
Countless memories flashed through the back
of her mind as she cried. She felt too many emotions to describe, so she fell
silent and that silence ruled that palace of eternal spring.
She finally opened her mouth again as if
slowly grasping the situation.
“…Understood.”
There were too many obligations holding her
back, so she approached her beloved princess’s feet and quietly built her
resolve.
“I thought dying for you was my greatest
desire, but if you leave for Domos, I will have very few opportunities to see
you. That is why I want just one thing.”
“What might that be? I’m not giving you a
memento. We’re both still young, so we will see each other again one day.”
Ansandra felt awkward in Lucy’s brooding
look, so she tried to make a joke.
“No, I’m not saying I want an object. I
simply want to carve all of my memories of you into my heart.”
Ansandra looked unsure what this close
retainer wanted.
Meanwhile, the dignified knight woman took
the adorable princess’s delicate hand and kissed the back. Still holding the
hand, she moved forward, almost climbed on top of Ansandra in the wicker chair,
and stole her lips.
“…Nn. What!?”
Ansandra quickly leaned back to separate
their lips and she looked at her oldest friend in shock.
The two breathed heavily and stared at each
other.
She had never seen Lucy’s face from so
close. Her fierce facial features looked carved from plaster, but her damp lips
were the red of a lustrous rose and truly those of a beautiful woman.
There was a reason she had so many fans
among the young women and girls.
“I love you, princess. Please show me every
last part of you. I can use that memory to think of you in distant Domos while
still here in Clanaria.”
Without waiting for an answer, Lucy
forcibly embraced the girl and stole her lips again.
Ansandra did not have the strength or build
to resist the intense embrace and rough kiss.
She had never before felt someone else’s
soft lips on her own and she did not know how to react.
She had an interest in politics and thus
knew a lot of about it, but she had almost no knowledge of sex. She was trapped
by a sense of immorality, so she shut her eyes and lips, clenched her teeth,
clasped her hands in front of her chest, and froze in place.
“Nnn…nn…”
The fierce knight woman’s tongue parted the
beautiful curves of Ansandra’s lips, pushed inside, poked at her hard front
teeth, and licked across the gums.
The tongue tip attempted to infiltrate
further, but it was blocked by those adorable teeth. Lucy briefly released her
embrace, held the back of the princess’s doll-like head, and pinched her cute
little nose shut.
Ansandra endured for a while, but she
finally opened her mouth for air.
“Ah!?”
Lucy accomplished her goal in the time it
took to breathe in. She sent her tongue past the teeth before they could bite
together once more.
Ansandra’s nose was freed, but Lucy’s
powerful tongue was now inside her mouth. It wrapped around and had its way
with the small tongue inside.
Ansandra trembled in fear at having allowed
a foreign object in her mouth and she did not know how to handle how
unexpectedly embarrassing and pleasant it was to have a tongue licking around
within her mouth.
“Nkh…mnh, nhhh, nh.”
She had no idea how much time had passed
when the intense kiss finally came to an end.
Lucy looked down at her while breathing
heavily from arousal and saw the clear and somewhat bubbly mixture of their saliva
flowing from the right side of the dazed princess’s mouth and soaking her
slender chin.
Lucy wiped the saliva away with a finger
and then pulled up the top of the girl’s light blue summer dress from the
waist.
A pure white belly came into view. She continued
pulling it up past the small navel to reveal a white bra. Lucy carefully
reached to her back and untied the knot that the many maids had so carefully
tied to protect the princess’s precious bust.
The two breasts spilled out.
They were beautiful. They had pure white
skin with no moles or other blemishes. The young and healthy breasts had begun
to swell out just below her slender collar bones and the twin peaks each had a
light red flower petal on top.
The two mounds were the perfect size to fit
in one’s hand and they gently rose and fell as she breathed. Lucy had her
breath taken away when she saw them.
“Ohh, it is such a shame to give these
wonderful treasures to some savage who could never truly appreciate them.”
The two young mounds seemed like the
greatest treasure to Lucy and she slowly massaged and groped them to enjoy the
feel of the skin. They felt as superb as they looked beautiful.
“Ah, wh-what are you…doing? Stop this,
Lucy.”
Ansandra was confused as to why her trusted
older friend would be doing this, but Lucy placed her index fingers on the two
pink works of art and moved them in circles.
“Relax, princess. I will not treat you
poorly.”
Lucy restrained her struggling princess,
placed her lips around one of the adorable nipples as it grew stiffly erect,
and licked it around with the tip of her tongue.
“Ahhn, khhhn, khhhn…”
More than just well-formed, Ansandra’s breasts seemed to be wonderfully
sensitive as well. As the thin skin was contained in the woman’s warm mouth and
gently tormented through the saliva, she began to gasp for breath.
As she heard the seductive moans of a
woman, Lucy grew elated that she was teaching that unsullied girl the pleasures
of a woman. Her hands carefully massaged the two breasts, starting from the
base, and she moved her mouth back and forth between the two nipples.
This escalated each time and she soon bit
lightly on the hardened red fruit.
“Hyah!?”
As Lucy thoroughly massaged her breasts and
tormented her nipples, Ansandra arched her back as if to push her chest
forward. A bittersweet and pleasant ecstasy ruled her body and her mind drowned
in the new sensation.
“Ahh, there’s…something wrong… Lucy…stop…
There’s something wrong with me…ahh, no, stop…ah…”
From fingertips to toe tips, Ansandra’s
entire body tensed up and convulsions ran along the surface of her snow-white
skin.
Her untouched body was even unfamiliar with
masturbation, so caressing her breasts seemed to have been enough to bring her
to climax. As the extreme tension left her body and mind, she relaxed both
physically and mentally and simply sat there with a blank look in her damp
eyes.
“You truly are pure, princess.”
Lucy smiled kindly while stroking her
beloved princess’s faintly flushed cheek.
“But we are only just getting started. Feel
free to cry out in pleasure as much as you want. The sound of the water will
prevent anyone outside from hearing us.”
“…”
Ansandra remained silent. That was
partially because she could not imagine what was going to happen next, but it
was also due to her body desiring even more pleasure.
For some reason, her lips felt dry, so she
licked them with her own tongue. Her throat was also dry, so she swallowed. Her
crotch felt funny and she thought she had to pee, so she lifted her butt to
adjust her position in the chair.
The series of actions had been nearly
subconscious on Ansandra’s part, but adjusting her position in the chair had
produced a damp feeling that should not have been there.
(You’re kidding. Did I wet myself? It can’t
be…but then why do I feel so wet?)
Unable to believe her own body’s reaction, she
burned with embarrassment. When Lucy noticed her shock, she reached for the
precious skirt that hid the source of the problem.
“Stop.”
Ansandra brought her knees together in shock
and held the tulip skirt with her hands.
“What’s the matter?”
When Ansandra grew stubborn after all this,
Lucy smiled confidently.
“Did you wet yourself?”
Ansandra’s eyes widened at how easily the
woman hit the bullseye and her entire body went limp from the extreme shock and
embarrassment.
“How did you know?”
Lucy answered her adorable princess’s
question while moving aside her limp hands.
“Don’t worry. This is not pee. All women
get wet when they’re horny. It is nothing to be embarrassed about.”
She slowly lifted the skirt to reveal the
thighs that had limply spread.
She lifted the skirt so that the hem seemed
to lick across thighs that almost seemed made of wax and the soaked white
underwear finally came into view. That terribly unreliable scrap of cloth was
the maiden’s last defense.
“Wow, you’re absolutely soaked. You must
produce a lot of love juices.”
The girl’s precious hidden lips were
faintly visible through the thin and soaked silk and Lucy gently stroked her
fingertip across them.
“Eek!?”
Ansandra tried to close her legs on reflex,
but she could not. Lucy had already placed her body between the girl’s knees.
“Please forgive me…”
Ansandra felt instinctual fear at not
achieving her goal, so the bow-like curves of her thin eyebrows wrinkled, tears
welled up in her large eyes, and she pleaded in a barely audible voice.
The expression was unbearably cute.
(Ah. If I was a man, I would never let
Domos have her. I would take her away somewhere. And if I couldn’t do that, I
would at least want to make her mine, fuck her silly, and break her.)
That bewitching urge raced down Lucy’s
spine.
As a born princess, Ansandra’s morning and
evening baths, clothing, and menstrual treatment were all handled by several
maids, so there was no part of her body that had never been seen by someone
else. However, she was afraid and unbearably embarrassed to be exposed to Lucy
now.
The knight woman had awoken to lesbianism
and a devilish fire burned in her reddish-brown eyes as she reached for the
side strings of her beloved princess’s panties. Then she gently removed the wet
fabric.
When she saw the faint bit of blonde hair
and realized she had finally come this far, Lucy gasped.
Ansandra’s hidden hair was the same
glittering gold as the hair on her head and it was both thin and straight. It
was not curled at all. It was so light that it fluttered in Lucy’s heated sigh.
And at the most important point, it was wet and plastered to her flesh.
“Beautiful. Every last part of you is
beautiful.”
Lucy slowly, slowly stroked the hair up and
down while observing Ansandra’s naked body and she praised the princess from
the bottom of her heart.
She was too mature to be called a girl and
too childlike to be called a woman. Her still undeveloped body was like the
nude body of a fairy.
To provide even more pleasure, Lucy placed
Ansandra’s long, narrow, and well-formed legs on the chair’s armrests and
pulled the girl’s hips forward.
The embarrassing position exposed the
girl’s vertical crevice, from which a clear liquid oozed, and her anus, but she
obeyed due to her trust in Lucy.
Ansandra had shut her eyes, so she had no
idea how lewd a pose she was making.
Because her legs were spread so wide, the
normally tightly closed valley had opened slightly, giving a peek of its
contents. Lucy was a woman, so a vagina was not a strange thing to her. However, it was her first time viewing someone else’s hidden slit. Her arousal
only grew as she viewed Ansandra’s pink crevice.
Bringing her face in close was enough to
feel the aromatic heat and dampness rising from it.
If it looked this wet on the outside, she
could guess how wet it was on the inside.
She was itching to fully open the
half-opened slit. She placed her fingers, which were slender for a warrior, on
either side and gently spread the indecent crevice.
“Ahh…”
The nectar-soaked lips opened with a sticky
sound and the brightly colored interior came into view.
Ansandra gasped as that virgin ground was
spread wide. Lucy felt like she was viewing a dazzling scene as she peered
inside.
“Oh, amazing. Even the inside of your pussy
is beautiful, princess.”
This had opened the internal flesh which
was even wetter than the outer skin and looked similar to an internal organ. It
gave off a sense of raw femininity, yet it was pure and beautiful rather than dirty.
Overall, it seemed almost divinely noble.
“Seeing every last part of you is like a
dream come true. I’m not even doing anything, yet such pure water is flowing
out as if from a spring.”
“Stop that. Why are you being so mean?”
An obscene flash was growing deep inside
Ansandra’s body and the juices were throbbing stickily inside her. She was
aware of that without being told, so she clenched her fists and struggled like
a baby.
“My apologies. It was just such a wonderful
sight.”
When she saw the princess’s adorable
reaction, Lucy felt like teasing her a little, so she searched through the
shallow valley above the deeper valley of that divine slit that produced its
clear holy water. As expected, she found a small bump hidden within a thin
hood.
That was the princess’s precious pearl.
Lucy’s heart pounded in aroused excitement as she wondered how cutely the girl
would respond when she touched that sensitive flesh bud. She used her love
juice soaked finger to touch the pink pearl wrapped in its hood.
Poke.
“Ahh.”
Poke, poke.
“Hyah, hyah.”
They were only light pokes, but it was an
intense sensation for inexperienced Ansandra and her entire body jerked as if
an electric current were running through it.
Lucy got carried away, placed her thumb on
the heated clitoris, and teased it as if lifting it up.
“Ah, hyah, ah, ah, ahhh.”
Tormented by this concentrated attack on
that unimaginably sensitive part, Ansandra squeezed her eyes shut and let out
heated moans one after another.
(Eh heh heh. She’s so cute. Her body is at
my mercy now.)
Ruled by an extremely selfish desire to
have the girl to herself, Lucy’s fingers and eyes moved across Ansandra’s
pussy. From the forest of the swollen hill, to the external lips, below those
lips, and to the anus.
That chrysanthemum flower was glistening
from all the nectar dripping down from the light red rose. Lucy placed her
thumb on the bewitching hole and gently massaged it so it would relax.
“Ahh, that feels good, khh…nn.”
A fire had lit inside Ansandra and her
entire body had become an erogenous zone, so she reacted sensitively no matter
where Lucy touched her.
The princess did not seem to have any fear
regarding her anus. Lucy was tempted to stick her finger inside, but she just
barely held back. She wanted her memories of the princess to be of her beauty,
so it would be best to avoid anything too raw.
Lucy covered her fingers in juices again
and returned to the slit decorated with golden hair.
The inside of that hidden slit was truly
erotic.
The flesh bead in its hood was as beautiful
as a jewel and had a modest sparkle. The smaller swollen pink lips inside the
soaked valley were just a little tense and had abandoned their duty to protect
what lay below. The purplish hole at the depths of that virgin valley seemed to
breathe in embarrassment.
“Amazing, princess. You’re…you’re so wet.
More and more nectar keeps flowing from the spring. You’re breathing heavily,
princess. You’re horny, aren’t you? I’m glad you find this pleasurable.”
The obscene liquid had been clear before,
but it had transformed into a sticky whitish liquid that produced a strong
feminine scent.
“Ahh, d-don’t say that, don’t say that.
Eek. You’re so mean, Lucy. Eeek. You’re so mean. Ah, ah, ahhn…”
Ansandra writhed about as Lucy repeatedly
violated her hidden slit with fingers and eyes alike. Lucy imagined what would
bring herself pleasure as she stirred up the soft flesh soaked with sexual
fluids. Lucy’s finger eventually reached the bottom of the valley. It found the
urethra and the small wound-like hole made from twisted flesh in the bottom of
the labia.
Ansandra’s virgin hole was almost too small
to call a hole. It was squeezed tightly shut and trembling.
Lucy gulped. The slightly pearl gray virgin
hole looked gentle and modest at first, but a closer look showed it was
wriggling as if asking to have something penetrate it.
Lucy told herself again and again she
should not do this, but she still slid her little finger into the depths of
that heated hidden core and then inside the hole. As pressure reached
Ansandra’s untouched hole, the finger slipped in up to the first joint, but it
did not reach the second joint.
“Ahh, ahh…kh. Ow.”
Ansandra cried out as soon as the long and
slender little finger moved in two-thirds of the way from the first to the
second joint.
Lucy quickly pulled her finger back when
she heard it. She had touched the hymen. Ansandra had been moaning in apparent
pleasure, but now she was wrinkling her brow and trembling in the aftermath of
the intense pain.
“Sorry. I was not trying to hurt you. It
seems you are not yet ready for that.”
Lucy honestly apologized.
She felt no guilt about possibly damaging
or breaking the girl’s hymen. It would happen in the near future regardless. A
part of her would even have been glad if it had been her, but she lacked the
courage to look the pained princess in the eye.
As if to soothe the injured spot, Lucy
kissed the bright rose-colored flesh that gave a view of the blood within it.
“Ahhhhn.”
Ansandra let out another scream-like cry,
but this one was not from pain. It was from pleasure. However, the princess was
shocked by what the woman had done.
Lucy had buried her face where the girl
peed from, she licked it, and she even drank the juices coming from it.
“What are you doing!? That’s dirty. That
place is unclean. Stop that!”
Ansandra’s light climax quickly cooled and
she harshly scolded the woman, but Lucy was not daunted.
“No part of your body is dirty. Every last
part of you is beautiful and pure. And it all produces a sweet fragrance and an
intoxicating flavor.”
The horny woman had obscene juices around
her mouth as she both kindly and happily parted the princess’s swollen and wet
wings and stuck her tongue inside the honeypot.
Sensing the love there and feeling the
pleasant physical sensation, Ansandra’s frozen hart once more melted with
pleasure.
“But that place is dirty. Eek. It’s
unclean…ah, heeee, no, khhh, khhh, ahn, ahn…”
Lucy was not even listening to her
princess’s embarrassed words as she used her saliva-covered tongue tip to wetly
stir up flesh so sensitive it seemed it melt at her touch. She also teased the
princess’s erect bead.
“No, no, no. Ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn…”
Ansandra seemed shocked by the intense
stimulation, but it did not hurt her. She moaned cutely like a chirping bird.
Lucy buried her face in the two spread
nectar wings and used her long nose and tongue to perform cunnilingus while
reaching her hands up to fondle the princess’s breasts.
“Ah, ah, ah. Yes, yes, yes, Lucy. That’s
amazing♪ But I’m scared. I’m going to break. Ahn,
it’s like I’m going to fly away. Ah, ahhhhhhhh!!!”
At the thorough hand of an adult woman, the
girl’s undeveloped body hopelessly tensed, twisted, and sobbed. After one final
gasp, she sank into the chair back.
As her naked princess lay back in the
wicker chair with her legs immodestly spread, Lucy stood before her and swiftly
stripped off her own military uniform.
A gorgeously mature body was revealed in
the nude. She did have warrior-like muscles, but she had the exceptional
proportions to match. Her breasts were ample white spherical mounds, her
stomach was tight, and she had both a solid pelvis and a large heart-shaped
butt. She was known as a War Goddess and her divinely beautiful body was worthy
of the title.
“Phew…”
Lucy grabbed her own breasts, lightly
squeezed the painfully erect chocolate-colored nipples between her fingers, and
let out a heated and seductive sigh.
“Ahh, princess. I can’t restrain myself any
longer.”
The knight woman’s inner thigh glistened wetly as she picked up her dazed
princess and lowered her to the white stone floor.
And as her beloved princess lay on her
back, Lucy placed her knees on either side of her head to mount her beautiful
face.
“I once gave into temptation and dated a
pathetic man, but you are the one I really love, princess. I can’t imagine
living without you.”
Lucy kneeled over Ansandra’s face as she
groped her own breast with her right hand and fingered her own crotch with her
left hand.
Warm drops of thick sex juices fell on
Ansandra’s face.
“Ah, ahhh, Lucy, what are you doing?”
When Ansandra came to, she saw a triangle
of dark pubic hair. It was bushy and faced wildly in every direction. An adult
woman’s hidden lips gaped open beyond it.
Ansandra was shocked and Lucy pleaded her
with a lustful voice.
“Please lick it. Lick my pussy like I
licked yours.”
Lucy used her own fingers to spread her
pussy lips wide and then sat down.
“Ah…”
With the sensitive flesh covering her face,
Ansandra could not vocally answer, so she silently parted the thick hair,
buried her face in the woman’s crotch, and licked her tongue across the swollen
slit.
“Princesssssss… Ah, princess, more, more,
more, harder, move your tongue in a circle.”
Lucy was moved that her beloved princess
was obeying her instructions, but the girl’s tongue technique was far too immature.
It was doubtful she even knew where the clitoris was.
Lucy could tell she was doing her best, but
the poor movements of the tongue were not enough to satisfy her. Unable to bear
it any longer, Lucy grabbed and massaged her own ample breasts and shoved her
hidden land against her beloved princess’s face while moving her hips back and
forth.
“Nnn.”
Ansandra moved her tongue desperately, as
if she had been possessed. Her face grew soaked with love juices and the long
hair got in her eyes, mouth, and nose. She nearly suffocated on Lucy’s crotch
and started choking.
“Cough, cough…”
“Sorry, princess.”
Impatient Lucy changed her method. She
moved away, lifted up one of Ansandra’s legs, and slid her own leg below.
“Ahhhh…”
Sensitive flesh wet with sticky juices
touched sensitive flesh wet with sticky juices and they both cried out in
pleasure.
The red shellfish sucked at each other like
living creatures. Lucy had finally found a way of gaining satisfactory
pleasure.
“Princess, your hands…”
Ansandra realized what Lucy wanted and
reached out to embrace the woman’s hips.
“Oh, princess. Your pure pussy is melting
together with my filthy pussy.”
“Yes, it feels our bodies are becoming one.
Lucy, we will be separated by a short distance, but I will not forget that you
are always thinking of me.”
“P-princess. Yes. I will always be your
knight. Please carve that into your body so you will never forget it.”
Lucy was so moved that she mindlessly
pushed her hips forward again and again.
Vulva rubbed against vulva. Pussy lips
kissed pussy lips and pubic hair tangled with pubic hair. Lucy had regretted
not having a penis like a man, but now she was glad she did not. Because they
were both women, Ansandra had been able to drown in pleasure their first time.
Lucy knew firsthand how painful it was for a woman her first time with a man.
(King Lorent of Domos, you will be her
first man and her husband. I will never forgive you if anything bad happens to
her.)
As they rubbed their sensitive flesh
together to achieve endless pleasure and repeated orgasms, Lucy envied a man
she had never seen and moved her hips all the more intensely.
Rather than from the summer heat, their
bodies grew hot from within and grew coated with sweat.
“Lucy, Lucy, Lucy…”
“Princess, princess, princes…”
They sought each other’s lips, their
fingers intertwined, they tightly embraced each other, they caressed each
other’s breasts, their hips bumped together, and they felt each other’s body
heat in this sweaty act of love. This was their secret. The exchange of female
flesh never seemed to end and more and more of their sex juices mixed together.
They had an unspoken understanding that
they would never again be able to perform this perverted act, so they lost
themselves in it and sought each other’s warmth.
“Lucy… I’ll always love you.”
“Princess… I love you!!”
They had no idea how many times, or how
many dozens of times, they came. They simply continued until they collapsed
exhausted into each other’s arms.
“My, my. What a beautiful princess.
Princess Ansandra’s beauty had reached our ears even in Domos, but this is
quite a shock. You are even more beautiful than the rumors said.”
Stephan, an elderly general from Domos,
arrived for her with one hundred knights.
He was a pleasant sort of elderly
gentleman. He was a well-known general in Domos and had acted as Lorent’s tutor
in the king’s younger days. He was also the Domos-side promoter of this
marriage proposal.
Even it was obviously a mere formality,
having one’s daughter complimented must have felt nice because Clanaria’s King
Baldwin smiled.
“She is my precious treasure. Please treat
her well.”
As a gift, Baldwin had prepared three
hundred standard units of prepared silk, three hundred of unprepared silk,
three hundred piles of Clanaria’s famous wheat and fruits, and three hundred
barrels of Lamerise wine.
They were all luxurious gifts meant to show
off Clanaria’s wealth.
Domos had also sent luxurious gifts: three
hundred flying dragon fangs, eight hundred bearskins, three hundred choice pieces
of wood from Sulbey, and three hundred jewels from Celeste.
“Hm?”
Ansandra noticed Lucy frown at the list
read off by Prime Minister Stuart.
“What is it?”
“Well, Domos is known for its horses and
flying dragons. I also thought there would be some weapons included.”
She must have been interested in that as a
soldier and she seemed surprised that there were none at all.
Ansandra smiled and chided her.
“These are gifts for a wedding, so of
course they won’t send weapons.”
“I suppose not. I thought they were an
unrefined people, but apparently even Domos knows how to be thoughtful.”
Lucy still found it odd, but she forced
herself to accept that explanation.
After the exchange of gifts, Ansandra’s
journey from her home kingdom began.
Thirty knights and thirty maids came with
her and half of those were married couples.
And even if she was Ansandra’s favorite,
Frangese was left behind due to her young age.
It had been painful seeing the little girl
crying over her princess leaving, but her father Madeley restrained her.
Ansandra stroked Frangese’s head to comfort
her and then gave her final greeting to her parents before going off to be wed.
“Father, mother. Thank you for your loving
care.”
“Yes. Take care of yourself. You might get
sick if the water does not agree with you.”
Even a king and queen had the same feelings
as the commoners. Their daughter was marrying into another kingdom, even if it
was a neighboring one. Of course they were worried. They had no idea when they
would see her again and it was even possible they never would see her again.
“And if you really don’t like him, you can
come back at any time.”
The queen scolded the king for what he
whispered to the princess.
“What are you saying, darling? Ansandra, I
hear your soon-to-be-husband is quite the lecher, but you will be his wife.
Prepare yourself and do not give into jealousy.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Ansandra nodded at her parents’ reassuring
words.
“And my dear sister. Please look after
father, mother, and Clanaria.”
“Of course. Just leave it to me♪”
Virginia cheerfully agreed as a man held
her in his arms even in this public ceremony.
That man was Madelene. He was from a
well-known noble family and he was Virginia’s lover. In the near future, the
two would likely marry and he would become an official member of the royal
family.
Virginia could not be happier with her
lovey-dovey relationship, so it did not seem too painful for her to part ways
with her younger sister.
Lucy could not hide her bitter look, but
Ansandra was fond of this sister who was so very different from herself.
(This is so like her.)
Then she spoke to the man who would likely
be her brother-in-law before long.
“Madelene, take care of my sister.”
“Leave it to me. I am praying for your
happiness, Princess Ansandra.”
Lucy absolutely detested him, but the man
was seen as a likely candidate for Clanaria’s next king. He looked capable and
he gave polite parting words even as he cuddled with Virginia who was indulging
in his embrace like a cat.
“I will be going now.”
And thus, Ansandra left her home country
for the first time in her life and began her journey to the war-obsessed
barbarian kingdom of Domos.
puta me senti incomodo leyendo esa relacion sexual lesbica ya que esas huevadas no son lo mio prefiero 100% relacion heterosexual a no ser que sean mas de una mujer con un solo hombre.
ReplyDeletepero bueno todo sea por entenderle bien a la historia asi que no quedo de otra😔😔😔
The medieval writing is good! But man that sex scene felt really forced and sudden. Kinda ruined it for me since it indeed felt like good politics. In the end she’s a naive princess though..
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