Meanwhile somewhere in the castle.
"Show me your tits." Princess Abigail, the second princess of the Velthorne royal family ordered her partner Rachel.
Biting her lip, Rachel gave up her fight against her embarrassment. She'd written in her diary that dirty talk was essential for this fantasy, the cruder the better.
She couldn't believe she was in the castle now with the princess.
She couldn't believe it, but for the fact that she was dripping with excitement she decided to be obedient and brave.
With a meek nod, Rachel reached behind her back and unclasped her upper clothe, then shrugged it off and let it fall to the ground.
Abigail's quiet inhalation seemed very real. "Gorgeous." She met Rachel's eyes. "Pinch your nipples for me. Nice and rough. Get them hard."
Rachel stared at a spot on the wall over Abigail's shoulder as she complied. She groaned at the pressure of her fingertips squeezing her nipples, then hissed as she tugged them sharply.
Seeing approval in Abigail's eyes, she kept up the harsh treatment until Abigail held up a hand to stop her.
"Now your skirt. Go slow."
"Yes, your grace." Still trembling, Rachel unbuttoned her pants, then slid them down her legs as slowly as she could manage. She doubted she looked very sexy. More likely just scared.
"Perfect." Abigail waited until she'd kicked her jeans to the side, then gestured at the lacy black panties that matched her bra. "Very pretty. Slutty."
Rachel said nothing. Standing almost completely naked in front of a woman she'd just met, she couldn't disagree with Abigail's assessment.
"Turn around," Abigail said, twirling her hand lazily in the air. "Let me see that sweet ass."
Relieved that she would no longer have to watch Abigail's face during this evaluation, Rachel did as asked. She hung her head, very aware of the heat of Abigail's gaze burning into her back.
"Bend over, Rachel."
Rachel hesitated.
A slapping sound came from behind her, loud enough to make her jerk in surprise. Abigail didn't make contact with her skin, but the noise alone did the trick. "Do I need to force you to obey?"
"No, your grace." Not eager to test Abigail's patience, Rachel carefully bent at the waist, aware of how the position left her so very exposed. "Like this, your grace?"
"Very good." Abigail's voice deepened. "Now lower those slutty panties to the ground. Put on a show for me."
Closing her eyes, Rachel grasped the waist of her panties and dragged them deliberately down the length of her thighs. The cool air hit her abundant wetness, sending a shiver up her spine.
She couldn't imagine how she must look: obviously excited, inner thighs and pussy slick with proof that she enjoyed being domiAbigailed, belying any protestations she might make.
"Look at that swollen, pink cunt. Dripping wet. Ready to be fucked." Abigail's arousal permeated her husky words. "You tell me no again, I won't let you come for a very long time. And that wet pussy needs to come, doesn't it?"
"Yes, your grace," she whispered.
"Stand up and face me." Abigail ordered.
Rachel straightened. Her heart thundered as she turned around, and she didn't dare meet Abigail's eyes. She watched as Abigail used her foot to gather her clothing in a loose pile in front of her before beckoning Rachel forward.
"Down on your knees, right here," Abigail said.
Understanding that Abigail intended for the clothing to ease the pain of kneeling on the wooden floor, Rachel sank down onto it gratefully. "Yes, your grace."
"What do you want?"
This time she knew the answer. "To please you." And it was the truth. "your grace."
Abigail gave her a grin that made her grateful she wasn't standing. It would've taken out her knees. Dragging a fingertip along Rachel's jaw, Abigail murmured, "Excellent. Unbutton my jeans."
Rachel reached for the button, cursing her shaking hands. It took a fair amount of fumbling before she managed to work it open. When she lifted her face, ready to receive her next instruction, Abigail pushed a single finger inside her mouth.
"Suck," Abigail said.
At first she was confused, but then Abigail wiggled her finger and she realized what she was being asked to do. Self-conscious, she sucked on Abigail, who tasted faintly of hand sanitizer. Rachel raised her eyes, seeking approval."
"Show me what you can do with that mouth." Abigail withdrew her finger slowly, then slipped back inside with a lewd smirk. "Besides getting smart with me, that is."
Rachel had long since abandoned any pretense of resistance. Abigail's dominant energy rendered her wholly subservient and eager to obey. She sucked harder, swirling her tongue in circles over the pad of Abigail's finger.
A low groan rumbled deep in Abigail's throat. "Unzip me."
Rachel continued to lave Abigail with her tongue as she lowered the zipper on her jeans. She gasped when Abigail's finger left her mouth, then watched breathlessly as Abigail pushed her jeans down her legs, taking her black boxer briefs with them.
Fascinated, she stared at the neatly trimmed triangle of hair only inches from her face. She inhaled deeply, salivating at the thought of tasting her your grace.
"Oh, you want this, don't you?" Abigail ran a hand over her pussy, spreading her labia and exposing slick, pink flesh. "Do you want to kiss me here?"
"Yes, your grace."
Abigail slid her fingers through her wetness, then smeared them across Rachel's lips. Shocked, Rachel flinched away, but Abigail stopped her with a hand tangled in her hair.
Abigail gathered more of her juices with her free hand, this time pressing her shiny fingers directly into Rachel's mouth.
It was the first time in years that she'd enjoyed a woman's flavor. She couldn't remember either of her former lovers being so sweet.
"You like how I taste?" Abigail tightened her grip on her hair.
Nodding, Rachel mumbled around Abigail's fingers, "I love it, your grace."
Abigail withdrew her fingers, then roughly shoved Rachel's face between her legs. "Then eat me like you need it to survive."