After the long and awkward day of adventuring with her trousers around her ankles, Ellustrya had finally settled down for the night. The campfire crackled softly nearby, casting flickering shadows across the trees, and the cool night air had descended upon the clearing. Celdine was already snoring from across the campsite, clearly having fallen asleep with ease, still smug from their ridiculous bet, her trousers still down. Boldasarre slept near the princess, as was customary, and her body heat kept him warm.
But Ellustrya couldn't sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about what had transpired that day. She tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but it seemed that no matter how she lay, her mind would not rest. Her trousers still hung around her ankles, the fabric pulling tight with each movement. She sighed, staring up at the starry sky through the canopy of leaves.
She thought back to the day's events, her mind replaying each moment in vivid detail. The way her legs had felt so exposed, so vulnerable as she shuffled through the forest. The way Celdine had teased her, taunted her. The way she had been forced to walk with her trousers around her ankles, her bare skin exposed to the elements. It was ridiculous.
And yet... there was something strangely liberating about it all. It was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, as if she had shed a layer of herself that had been holding her back. She felt freer somehow, more confident.
A cool breeze rustled the leaves overhead, and Ellustrya shivered slightly, pulling her blanket tighter around herself. She glanced over at Boldasarre, who was sleeping peacefully beside her, his features bathed in the soft glow of the firelight.
Boldasarre shifted in his sleep, his blanket slipping down to reveal a glimpse of his bare chest. Ellustrya felt her cheeks flush as she stared at the sleeping figure, unable to tear her gaze away.
She was suddenly aware of every inch of her own body—the way her tunic clung to her skin, the way her knickers rode up when she moved, the way her bare legs tingled in the cool night air.
"Maybe if I pulled up my trousers now, nobody would know," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the crackling of the flames. But as she reached down to tug the fabric up, she hesitated. No. She would not be defeated. She still had her knickers on, after all, and that was all she needed.
She would see this bet through to the end, no matter what. And besides, the thought of losing to Celdine was too humiliating to bear. She couldn't imagine the smug look on the adventurer's face if she were to concede defeat.
She glanced back over at Boldasarre, her eyes tracing the contours of his face. He looked so peaceful, so content. She envied him, envied the way he seemed to be able to drift off to sleep so easily, without a care in the world.
He was clearly dreaming about Ellustrya—her grace, her poise, even when forced into such an undignified position. Despite everything, she had carried herself with strength, even as she waddled through the city with her knickers on full display.
Boldasarre sighed softly in his sleep, and Ellustrya felt her heart skip a beat. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts, but it was no use. He was her reborn husband, she was sure of it. She only wished that he could remember her. She had promised herself that she would give him all the love and support that he needed, but now...
She reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. Her fingers lingered against his skin, tracing the curve of his jawline. He was so handsome, so perfect.
Ellustrya felt her cheeks flush at the thought of what he must be dreaming about. She wondered if he dreamed of her, of the way she looked in her knickers, as she shuffled awkwardly through the forest. Or perhaps he was imagining the feel of her skin against his, the softness of her lips as she kissed him.
Either way, the fact of that matter was she was lying beside him, in her knickers. And yet, it still didn't feel real. It felt as if it were a dream, a fantasy. But the heat of his body next to hers was undeniable. The rise and fall of his chest, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the way he shifted in his sleep—it was all so tangible, so immediate.
Ellustrya felt a sudden urge to reach out and touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. But she resisted, her hand hovering just above his cheek.
Suddenly, his hand reached and gripped her pantied buttock, his fingers running smoothly over the think, soft cotton fabric of her regal underwear.
Ellustrya gasped, her eyes widening as she stared at Boldasarre. She wondered if he was awake, if he knew what he was doing. His fingers continued to explore her posterior, sending tingles up her spine. She felt a warmth spreading through her core as his hand roamed over her backside, caressing her curves through the thin fabric of her briefs.
Her mind raced as she tried to process what was happening. Part of her wanted to pull away, to stop him from touching her so intimately. But another part of her, a more primal part, craved more.
She bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape her lips. She couldn't help but feel a sense of shame at how much she was enjoying the sensation of his hand on her body, the way his fingers traced patterns across her skin.
"Boldasarre - wake up! You're having a dream!" she whispered, but his eyes remained closed, his breathing steady.
Boldasarre suddenly jolted awake, and then he realized where his hand was - caressing the thin fabric of her knickers that covered her rear.
"I—uh—" he stammered, quickly withdrawing his hand. "Lady Ellustrya, I am so sorry! I don't know what came over me, I—"
Boldasarre tensed, his breath catching in his throat as he felt the warmth of her body pressing against his, the softness of her skin as she moved closer to him.
The princess leaned in, her lips brushing against his neck. She inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of his skin, the heat of his body. His heart began to race, though he wasn't sure if it was from the surprise of her kiss—or from the fact that her trousers were still around her ankles.
Boldasarre was overcome with the desire to feel more of her, to explore her body with his hands, to feel every inch of her skin against his own. He was so distracted by the thought that he didn't notice her hand moving until it was too late.
Her fingers found their way to his chest, trailing down his stomach. Her touch sent shivers down his spine, igniting a fire within him. He groaned softly, his body responding to her touch.
She smiled, her lips curving upward as she felt his reaction to her touch.
"Lady Ellustrya, I..." Boldasarre murmured, his voice trailing off as he tried to find the words to describe what he was feeling.
"Shhh..." Ellustrya whispered, pressing her finger to his lips.
"No words. Just feel."
Boldasarre's breath caught in his throat as she straddled him, the heat of her body pressed against him, her blue hair spilling out around her. The fabric of her tunic brushed against him, but it was the soft brush of her bare legs that sent Boldasarre's mind spiraling. Her coppery, flawless skin felt like silk against his, and the way her knickers hugged her curves only fueled his desire for her.
The princess felt his heartbeat quicken, his breathing becoming more ragged as her body moved against his.
Ellustrya's voice broke the silence, soft and teasing. "So, Boldasarre... what do you think of my knickers, then?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
He blushed, unable to meet her gaze. "They are... very nice."
She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. "Very nice? Is that all? I think you can do better than that."
Boldasarre swallowed hard, trying to gather his thoughts.
"They are... perfect," he said softly. "They hug your curves in all the right places. And they make your legs look even longer than they already are."
Ellustrya smiled, clearly pleased with his answer.
"You're too kind," she replied, her hand moving to trace the outline of his jaw.
She felt his hand move down her back, pulling her closer to him, his lips finding hers. Their kiss was slow and tender, his tongue exploring her mouth, his hands roaming over her body.
He felt his own need growing as he caressed her curves through the thin fabric of her underwear. She moaned softly against his lips, her hips pressing against him, craving more of his touch.
"Lady Ellustrya," Boldasarre whispered, his voice husky with desire.
"Boldasarre," Ellustrya breathed, her hand moving to the nape of his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair.
"I need you..."
The princess leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
His breath hitched. He turned his head slightly to look at her, only to find her staring down at him with those piercing blue eyes, a hint of amusement in her gaze.
"I would parade around like this in my knickers for the rest of time for you," she said softly. "But don't tell Celdine that. You know how competitive she gets."
Ellustrya couldn't help but notice the way his pupils dilated, his gaze fixed on her.
Her lips curved upward into a smile as she leaned in once more, her tongue tracing the contours of his ear.
"Boldasarre..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you want me?"
Boldasarre felt his heart skip a beat as her words sent a jolt of electricity through him. He tried to gather his thoughts, to form a coherent response, but it was no use—his mind was clouded with desire. And there they were—her gleaming white knickers, still glowing in the dim light of the campfire.
The high-cut apertures revealed much of her hips and upper thighs, the cool night air brushing softly against her skin. Her dark complexion made the pristine fabric stand out even more, highlighting the delicate nature of her undergarments in stark contrast to the strong, regal woman beside him.
"Yes," Boldasarre murmured, his voice barely audible. "Gods, yes."
Ellustrya's smile widened as she placed a single finger on his chest, tracing an invisible pattern across his skin.
"Then take me," she whispered.
And with that, she pressed her lips against his once more, her body molding perfectly against his, as if she were made for him. He reached up, tangling his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer to him.
"Boldasarre... do my knickers excite you?"
Her words were a breathless whisper, but he could feel the heat of her desire radiating from her.
He nodded, his hand moving to caress the curve of her hip, the fabric of her briefs feeling smooth and cool beneath his touch.
"How would you describe them?" She asked playfully.
Boldasarre swallowed hard, trying to find words that wouldn't embarrass him further. "They're... uh... they're very... regal?" he managed, wincing slightly at how ridiculous it sounded.
Ellustrya chuckled softly, the sound warm and amused. "Regal? Is that all you can think to say?" She turned slightly on her side to face him more fully, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief.
Boldasarre felt his face grow impossibly warmer. "I mean, I—I wasn't exactly expecting to see them," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not like this, anyway."
Ellustrya raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a slight smile. "And how were you expecting to see them?"
He stammered, at a loss for words. "I—uh—I didn't... I didn't mean...!"
The princess laughed softly, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Relax, Boldasarre," she said gently, placing a hand on his arm. "I'm just teasing you."
He blushed harder, his ears burning with embarrassment.
She shifted again, her bare legs brushing lightly against his as she settled beside him. The moonlight shone down on her through the canopy, casting her face in a soft glow. She was beautiful—he had known that from the moment he saw her, but now, she seemed even more radiant. Boldasarre's heart raced as he tried desperately to control his thoughts. How was he supposed to think straight with her so close, still half-dressed, and with her knickers so... prominently displayed?
"These," she said, her voice dropping to a soft murmur, pulling the fabric of her underwear," were meant to be for your eyes only, after all." There was a warmth in her tone, a softness that hinted at more than just the playful banter they usually shared.
Boldasarre's breath caught again. Her words from earlier in the day echoed in his mind, and now, here she was, straddling him, her panties still visible, and her gaze locked onto his.
He swallowed, his voice barely audible. "Ellustrya... I..."
But she placed a finger gently on his lips, silencing him. "Shh," she whispered. "You don't have to say anything, Boldasarre. Just... stay close."
Her words sent a thrill through him, and he nodded, reaching out to pull her close, his hands roaming over the soft fabric of her tunic.
She smiled, leaning into him, her lips finding his once more.
Ellustrya and Boldasarre were lost in the heat of the moment, their bodies pressed together, their lips locked in a passionate embrace. The princess's hands roamed over his chest, exploring the contours of his muscles, while his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer.
But suddenly, the sound of a twig snapping nearby jolted them both back to reality. They broke apart, their eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear.
"Well, well, well," a familiar voice drawled from the shadows. "What do we have here?"
Celdine emerged from the treeline, a smirk on her face as she took in the sight before her. Ellustrya and Boldasarre, both half-dressed, their bodies still entwined, their faces flushed with desire.
"I knew you two were up to something," she said, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "But I never thought I'd catch you in such a... compromising position."
Ellustrya quickly disentangled herself from Boldasarre, her face burning with embarrassment.
"This isn't what it looks like," she said quickly, trying to regain some semblance of dignity.
Celdine raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Really? Because it looks to me like you're taking advantage of poor Boldy here."
The princess bristled at the accusation. "I am not taking advantage of anyone," she snapped. "We were simply... enjoying each other's company."
Celdine snorted, rolling her eyes. "Uh-huh. Sure you were." She looked at Boldasarre. "So, did you like what you saw, Boldy? I know I would have enjoyed seeing her royal panties up close and personal."
Boldasarre stammered, caught off guard by the question. "I—uh—that is to say—"
"What about you, Princess?" Celdine asked, turning back to Ellustrya. "Did you enjoy having your royal butt in Boldy's face?"
Ellustrya gritted her teeth, her fists clenching as she fought back the urge to punch Celdine in her smug face.
"So I decided to take a little walk. And what do I find? The two of you, getting all cozy by the campfire."
The princess shot a glare at the blonde adventurer. "You are completely unbelievable, Celdine," she said, her voice tight with barely controlled anger.
Celdine shrugged. "What can I say?" she replied, her tone nonchalant. "I'm just a curious girl. And it seems that Boldy's curiosity got the better of him as well. And his hand, it seems. But Ellustrya... we haven't finished out bet yet, so, you can't help yourself to him yet."
Ellustrya sighed, shaking her head in exasperation. "You're incorrigible, Celdine," she muttered.
"And you're just as bad!" Celdine shot back. "You know the rules of the bet—only the winner can get an intimate moment with Boldy - so you'll have to take a penalty."
Ellustrya's eyes narrowed. "A penalty? What do you mean?"
Celdine smirked. "It means, you have to parade around in a heavily populated area, with your pants still down, and shout 'I'm a Panty Princess!' at the top of your lungs whilst flashing your panties at everyone."
Ellustrya stared at Celdine in disbelief. "That is... that's ludicrous!"
"Those are the rules, Princess," Celdine replied, her tone matter-of-fact.
"You just made that up!"
"You can't make up the rules," Celdine said, her expression serious. "Now, do you accept your penalty, or do you want to forfeit the bet and admit defeat?"
"I... I'll do it..." Ellustrya said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Excellent! Then let's get moving!" Celdine exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "We've got a lot of ground to cover, and a lot of people to shock!"
"You... you really think this is necessary?" Boldasarre asked, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment.
"It's the only way," Celdine said, shrugging. "We need to make sure the princess's panties are seen by everyone—that's her punishment!"
Ellustrya sighed, shaking her head. "I cannot believe I am agreeing to this."
"But you did," Celdine said, her tone matter-of-fact. "And now, we need to make sure everyone knows about it!"
The three of them set off, making their way through the forest toward the nearest town. The sky was beginning to lighten, and the sounds of the early birds filled the air.
"So, you ready for your big performance, Princess?" Celdine asked, a grin on her face.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Ellustrya replied, her voice resigned.
"Good," Celdine said. "Then let's go!"
As they approached the outskirts of the town, Ellustrya felt her stomach knot with anxiety. She had never done anything like this before, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread at the thought of parading around in her underwear, shouting at the top of her lungs.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She would not back down, she would not give Celdine the satisfaction of seeing her falter. She was a royal, after all, and she would not be defeated so easily.
"Alright, Princess," Celdine said, her expression serious. "Are you ready?"
Ellustrya nodded, her jaw set with determination. "I am."
"Then let's do this!" Celdine exclaimed, leading the way into the town.
The streets were already bustling with activity, and as they made their way through the crowd, Ellustrya could feel the eyes of everyone on her. She ignored the stares, keeping her head held high as they walked, her bare legs and knickers still on full display.
As they reached the center of town, Celdine turned to Ellustrya, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"You ready, Princess?" she asked, a smirk on her face.
Ellustrya nodded, her expression grim. "Let's get this over with."
Celdine laughed. "Alright then—on the count of three... one, two, three!"
Ellustrya took a deep breath, and then, as loudly as she could, shouted: "I'm a Panty Princess!"
The words echoed through the air, and instantly, the entire crowd went silent. Everyone stared at her, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief.
Ellustrya stood there, her ears burning with embarrassment, as the people of the town gawked at her. She looked around, her eyes searching for any sign of approval, or even understanding, but there was none.
Ellustrya felt her face burn with humiliation as she stood in the center of the town square, her trousers around her ankles, her pristine white knickers on full display. The crowd stared at her, their expressions ranging from shock to amusement to outright disgust.
She could hear the whispers, the snickers, the gasps of disbelief. But she refused to let it get to her. She was a princess, after all, and she would not be cowed by a bunch of commoners.
Celdine, on the other hand, was having the time of her life. She grinned from ear to ear, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she watched Ellustrya squirm.
"That's it, Princess!" she called out, her voice carrying over the din of the crowd. "Show 'em what you've got!"
Ellustrya gritted her teeth, fighting the urge to lash out at the blonde adventurer. Instead, she took a deep breath and lifted her chin, her eyes scanning the crowd with a regal air.
"Yes, I am a Panty Princess," she declared, her voice strong and clear. "And I am not ashamed of it. In fact, I embrace it. For I am a woman of strength, of courage, and of unshakable conviction."
The crowd fell silent, stunned by her words. Ellustrya could feel their eyes on her, but she refused to back down.
"I may be standing here in my underwear," she continued, her tone unwavering, "but that does not define me. I am more than just a pair of panties. I am a leader, a warrior, and a force to be reckoned with."
She turned to face Celdine, her eyes blazing with determination.
"And you, Celdine," she said, her voice low and dangerous, "you may think you have won this bet. But mark my words, I will have my revenge. And when I do, you will rue the day you ever crossed me."
Celdine's grin faltered, her eyes widening slightly at the intensity of Ellustrya's gaze. But she quickly recovered, her expression morphing into one of mock innocence.
"Why, Princess," she said, her tone dripping with false sincerity, "I had no idea you felt so strongly about your undergarments. Perhaps we should make this a regular occurrence, hmm?"
Ellustrya's eyes narrowed, her fists clenching at her sides. But before she could respond, Boldasarre stepped forward, his expression one of concern.
"Alright, that's enough," he said, his voice firm. "Celdine, you've had your fun. Now let's get out of here before things get out of hand."
"Oh, I forgot one more thing: declare to everyone here that you have spent the last day adventuring with your trousers down, with your bright, white and tight royal knickers fully visible to everyone!" Celdine said, grinning mischievously.
Ellustrya gritted her teeth, fighting the urge to deck the adventurer in the face. But instead, she lifted her chin, her expression defiant as she addressed the crowd.
"Yes, I have spent the last day adventuring with my trousers down," she declared, her voice ringing out over the square. "And I am not ashamed of it. For I am a woman of strength, of courage, and of unshakable conviction."
The crowd stared at her in shock and disbelief, but Ellustrya refused to back down. She stood there, her bare legs and knickers on full display, her head held high as she faced the sea of faces.
"This is a new day," she said, her voice echoing through the square. "A day when women will no longer be defined by their underwear, but by their actions. A day when we will no longer be ashamed of who we are, or how we choose to express ourselves. We are strong. We are courageous. And we will not be silenced."
As Ellustrya spoke, she could see the change in the faces of the crowd, the shift in their demeanor from one of shock and disapproval to one of admiration and respect. They looked at her with newfound awe and admiration, their eyes sparkling with admiration and respect.
"So, take note, all of you," she continued, her voice growing louder with each word, "for today is the day when a new era begins. An era in which women will no longer be silenced, or held back. An era in which we will be free to be who we are, and to express ourselves however we choose. And I, for one, will not be afraid to embrace it. I am a Panty Princess!"
The crowd erupted into cheers, their voices echoing through the square. They shouted her name, chanting it over and over again as she stood there, her trousers around her ankles, her knickers on full display.
"I am not ashamed of my knickers. I am not ashamed of who I am, or how I choose to express myself. And I will not be silenced."
Ellustrya's words reverberated throughout the town, and she knew that they would echo far beyond the walls of the square. She had made her mark, and she would never forget it
Celdine, for her part, seemed to be enjoying the spectacle, a broad grin plastered across her face. "Well, I'd say you've more than fulfilled your end of the deal," she said, her tone casual.
"This is an outrage! I demand you be taken to court immediately!" a woman in the crowd exclaimed.
"Me too! I demand justice for this affront to public decency!" another voice called out.
"And what do you expect the court to do, hmm?" Ellustrya asked, her voice calm and even. "To punish me for wearing my underwear? For daring to exist in this world as a woman?"
"You have no right to demand anything of me, or of anyone else," she continued, her voice growing louder with each word. "I will not be cowed by you, or by anyone else. I will not be silenced, and I will not stand idly by while my rights are stripped away from me."
The crowd grew silent, her words striking a chord with them.
"You may try to take my freedom away from me," she said, her eyes blazing with determination, "but I will not go down without a fight. I am a Panty Princess, and I will not be defeated."
As Ellustrya's words echoed through the town square, the crowd fell silent, stunned by her defiance. For a moment, it seemed as if the entire world had come to a standstill, frozen in time by the power of her words.
But then, slowly, a murmur began to ripple through the crowd. It started as a whisper, a barely audible hum that grew louder and louder with each passing second. And then, all at once, the crowd erupted into a roar of approval, their voices rising up in a chorus of support and admiration.
"Long live the Panty Princess!" they shouted, their fists pumping in the air. "Long live the woman who dares to stand up for what she believes in!"
Ellustrya stood there, her heart swelling with pride and gratitude. She had never expected this kind of response, never dreamed that her words would have such an impact on the people around her. But as she looked out at the sea of faces, at the shining eyes and the broad smiles, she knew that she had done something truly remarkable.
Celdine, for her part, seemed taken aback by the crowd's reaction. She had expected them to be scandalized, to be outraged by Ellustrya's display. But instead, they had embraced her, had rallied around her in a show of solidarity and support.
"Well, I'll be damned," she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. "I never thought I'd see the day when a pair of panties could start a revolution."
Boldasarre, who had been watching the scene unfold with a mixture of awe and admiration, stepped forward and placed a hand on Ellustrya's shoulder.
"You did it," he said, his voice soft and sincere. "You showed them what true courage looks like. And I've never been more proud to call you my friend."
Ellustrya turned to him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Thank you for believing in me."
And with that, the three of them turned and walked away, leaving the cheering crowd behind them. They had a long journey ahead of them, a quest that would test their strength and their resolve. But in that moment, they knew that they could face anything, as long as they had each other.