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“Princess Iselde? Is something wrong?” Alexis asked as she helped Iselde up into her royal carriage outside of Sir Darian’s capital manor.
Princess Iselde didn’t trust herself to speak. It was all she could do to maintain her composure until Alexis clambered into the carriage after her and swung the door shut.
The instant they were ensconced in the privacy provided by the rich velvet lining of the carriage, Iselde leapt onto Alexis’s lap, wrapping her arms around Alexis’s neck.
“Princess?!” Alexis looked well and truly alarmed now. Her hands hovered over Iselde’s waist, as if afraid to exacerbate any imagined injuries.
“My knight,” Iselde panted. “I need you.” To ensure Alexis understood the nature of her needs, she leaned forward, smothering Alexis’s face in her chest at the same time as she pushed one of Alexis’s arms down to touch her there.
Alexis’s face flamed, but she did not protest any duty her princess requested of her. She pulled down the low-cut bodice of Iselde’s gown, and one heavy breast fell out, nipple poised perfectly before Alexis’s lips. The carriage was dark, the heavy curtains drawn, but Alexis’s eyes seemed to glow with heat. They maintained contact with Iselde’s own heated gaze as she moved both hands to grasp Iselde’s waist and extended her tongue, licking slowly over Iselde’s nipple.
As the driver called out a command and the carriage began to move, Iselde bit her lip to hold back the moans that threatened to spill out. Alexis’s tongue was flicking over her nipple now, exploring the pinkness surrounding it. Finally her mouth closed around the entire nipple and she sucked tentatively.
Iselde couldn’t prevent herself from jerking in response to the sensation. Alexis’s fingers flexed, and one hand moved up to cup the breast before her while the other arm wrapped around Iselde’s back to steady her as the carriage bumped along. She attacked the task before her as she did all physical matters: wholeheartedly and with intense focus.
The onslaught of sensation set Iselde’s mind spinning in pleasure. She found herself mindlessly grinding back and forth on Alexis’s thigh, the nub between her legs screaming for friction. Iselde hurried to pull her skirts up and around until her bare core contacted the rough weave of Alexis’s breeches directly. Heaving a sigh of relief, she began to push against Alexis’s thigh only for the knight herself to squeeze her hips firmly, preventing the movement. Iselde looked up at Alexis, an expression of confusion and more than a little indignation on her face.
Alexis answered her unspoken question readily enough by pulling at Iselde’s clothes until her other breast was free. Then she did a complicated twist and lifting maneuver resulting in Iselde lying on her back across the seat, Alexis looming over her between her legs.
Alexis gazed into Iselde’s gaze for a moment longer before diving back to ravish Iselde’s other breast, sucking and licking at the nipple. Iselde gasped and then gasped harder as Alexis followed up with a hand between Iselde’s legs, two fingers pushing insistently up between the princess’s soaking wet folds until they discovered the heavily engorged button that lay hidden there.
Alexis’s fingers teased at Iselde’s clitoris, dragging the accumulated wetness around and around her hot core, light movements accented by the bumping of the carriage, until Iselde thought she would bite through her lip at the teasing. Only then did Alexis relent, pushing firm, rapid circles on Iselde’s clitoris as she continued lashing her tongue over Iselde’s nipple.
It was too much. The cumulative effects of watching Sir Darian debauch Hazel in addition to the searing touch of Alexis’s fingers, the ones that existed to serve her—Princess Iselde—was it any wonder that Iselde came apart? Her pussy clenched tight and her hips bucked, seeking additional sensation even as one of her hands snaked around Alexis’s torso and buried itself in her hair. She twisted her fingers in the dark strands, pulling to the side so she could sink her teeth where Alexis’s neck met her shoulder to silence the scream of pleasure that threatened to emerge. Alexis let out a soft grunt at the sudden pinch of pain, but Iselde barely noted it. Wave after wave of sensation crashed through Iselde, prolonged by Alexis continuing her ministrations.
When it was finally over, Iselde relaxed back against the seat cushion one muscle at a time. Alexis stayed poised over Iselde, her eyes blown wide. Even in the darkness, Iselde could make out the dark bruising her mouth had left on the side of Alexis’s neck. A deep feeling of possessiveness bloomed inside her. She longed to mark Alexis as hers on every inch of the knight’s body.
There would be time for that later, preferably in Iselde’s bed and not a moving carriage. First…
Iselde began to push herself up with great effort. Alexis moved with her, pulling Iselde up as well until they were returned to their original positions of Iselde on Alexis’s lap with her legs splayed open. Once again, Iselde felt a deep appreciation for the firm muscles that lay beneath Alexis’s shirt. She decided to appreciate them with her eyes as well and slid her hands under the hem, thumbing at the small strip of accessible skin slowly. As she did so, she leaned in towards Alexis’s ear and whispered, “My knight, you know you must be quiet, yes? Not a sound until we are finished, lest others notice and interrupt me.”
Alexis nodded, her eyes burning. Silently, she helped unlace the leather armor chestpiece enough for Iselde to slip her hands under the hem of her shirt. Iselde took her time exploring the contrast of firm muscles and sparse fat of Alexis’s body. When her hands wandered over Alexis’s breasts, the knight let out a small whimper, arching up into Iselde’s touch.
“Ah ah,” Iselde chided softly. “Not a sound, I said.”
Alexis nodded, and Iselde continued to squeeze and rub the slight bumps, so different to Iselde’s own plump melons. She ran her thumbs lightly over the soft nubs of Alexis’s nipples, delighting in the way they immediately stiffened and caused Alexis to let out a muted “Mmph!”
She stayed there a while, tugging and pinching and caressing Alexis’s breasts as carefully as if she were playing a delicate stringed instrument. Alexis’s breath was coming hard now, and her hands on Iselde’s hips flexed and unflexed as if fighting for control. Iselde dipped her head to the side of Alexis’s neck and mouthed along it up to her ear, then whispered, “Alexis, my knight, you serve me well. Even in such a location as this, where anyone might take notice of us at any moment, you continue to fulfill your duties admirably.”
“Hnngh!” Alexis whimpered, pushing forward into Iselde’s touch.
“Yes, you uphold your knight’s pledge to the utmost excellence. I am so very pleased with you.”
Though she couldn’t see it, Iselde felt the heat of Alexis’s face flushing at the praise. She smirked as she slid a hand down, tugging at the fastenings to Alexis’s breeches. Obediently, Alexis undid the straps allowing Iselde’s hand to dive inside. She traced a finger on a winding path through the curly, springy hair between Alexis’s legs, stopping only when she reached a tangled mess of slick wet folds.
“What do we have here?” Iselde murmured. She dipped her finger lightly into the folds, gathering wetness. Deciding retaliation was fair play, she rolled Alexis’s nipple and pinched at the same time as she stroked firmly over Alexis’s clitoris.
Alexis’s hands clamped onto Iselde’s plush thighs forcefully and her head jerked back so abruptly that they both fell backwards across the seat bench. As they tipped, Alexis’s head dragged at one of the heavy velvet hangings and pushed it aside slightly. The muted noises of passing horses, the clop of hoofbeats, and the carriage driver singing a merry tune to himself were suddenly present in the carriage with them. A strip of golden afternoon sunlight beamed in with them, illuminating a bit of Alexis’s face and one side of Iselde’s body. She saw Alexis’s eyes blow wide, taking in the side of her smooth neck, the creamy skin of her heavy breast so recently pleasured by Alexis, and her knee and part of her thigh that emerged from under her layered skirts.
Alexis’s mouth dropped open, seemingly reflexively, and Iselde found herself leaning over top of Alexis to reach her ear again, her heavy breasts resting against Alexis’s face.
“My, my, what a situation you have placed us in. My knight, anyone could see us like this.”
Alexis’s body stiffened beneath her, but Iselde pushed her chest more insistently into her face until Alexis stilled. She felt tentative touches to both breasts and smiled as Alexis groped the hefty weights smothering her.
“If anyone were to see us, surely they could recognize what a talented knight I have. Perhaps they would stay to watch, that they could learn the art of obedience and pleasure.”
Alexis moaned, but it was muffled against Iselde’s chest.
“If I were to look out there and glimpse someone gazing upon us, I wonder what they would think? Would they want to touch me, a princess of the realm? Perhaps such an observer would find themselves unable to hold back, and their hands would reach in to touch my breast as you are doing.”
Alexis’s grip tightened and then relaxed. Her fingers sought out Iselde’s nipples, so easily that it seemed as if she was moving on reflex, and rubbed them until they became pebbled points.
“Mmm yes, like that.” Iselde sighed in pleasure, then shifted, regretfully removing her breasts from Alexis’s face to free one hand. She ran it leisurely across Alexis’s stomach, over her hip, and down between her legs again. As she swept her fingers through the coarse curls of hair, she murmured, “Of course, if such a person were to be so bold, they would also see the state that you, my knight, are in.” And so saying, Iselde boldly dragged her fingertips through the wetness between Alexis’s legs and began idly circling her clitoris.
Beneath her, Alexis’s body trembled. Still, she managed to keep her voice to herself, as much as Iselde longed to hear it. Iselde entertained herself instead by continuing to stimulate the nub of pleasure under her fingers. Her other hand snaked its way back up to Alexis’s slight breast, pinching and pulling lightly at the nipple.
Alexis’s hips jerked helplessly under Iselde, and her eyes narrowed at the desperate force she was exerting to remain silent. Iselde rubbed at her clitoris harder, delighting in Alexis’s expressions. “Such a good, obedient knight,” Iselde crooned. She dipped two fingers gently inside Alexis, just the tips, then dragged them slowly back up to rub at the distended button of pleasure again. Alexis was now visibly biting her lip, her head twitching. “Your observer would be impressed at how responsive your body is. Perhaps they would compliment me on how well-tuned my knight is to my every desire.”
At this, Alexis let out the barest of grunts and bucked up so forcefully that Iselde stumbled slightly. Iselde grinned gleefully. “Would it please you, Lady Knight Alexis? To be recognized and known for your dedication and service in all matters to your princess?” She drove home her point by starting a fast, hard rhythm of tight circles between Alexis’s legs.
Alexis’s breath was coming in short pants now, her face red. Her eyes were glassy pools of darkness fixed on Iselde above her, occasionally flicking down whenever a bump in the road caused Iselde’s heavy breasts, gleaming in the afternoon sunbeams, to bounce.
Iselde smiled, a true, wicked smile that she rarely allowed to be seen. “Lady Knight Alexis. Show me how well you serve your princess. Let me see your pleasure.”
Alexis’s body snapped taut, her head shoving back. Iselde gave one last pinch to her nipple and then plunged her hand down into Alexis’s breeches to push inside her hot, wet, convulsing channel, all the while rubbing fiercely at her clitoris with the other hand. Iselde pushed deeply inside, fingers exploring the fascinating texture inside another woman even as Alexis squeezed rhythmically around her.
When it was finally over, Alexis relaxed back onto the bench, breathing heavily. Iselde carefully withdrew her fingers and wiped each one fastidiously on her handkerchief. She began to redress herself, but Alexis sat up and pushed her hands away. Carefully, the knight pulled the neckline of Iselde’s gown up and over her breasts, then smoothed her hands down Iselde’s sides to catch the edge of her skirts. Her strong, capable hands felt like they were caressing Iselde’s hips and thighs as they pulled the skirts down into their proper place.
The Princess Iselde, restored to her pristine, royal state.
As Alexis began to straighten her own clothing and relace her leather armor, Iselde grabbed one of her hands with both of her own. She looked up into Alexis’s startled gaze with intense, serious eyes.
“Lady Knight Alexis. Heed my words: you belong to me alone. Your body may be used in service of the crown of our realm as other knights’ are, but above all, remember that you are mine.” So saying, Iselde pulled Alexis’s hand to the center of her chest above her heart.
Alexis, partially illuminated by the thin beam of fading sunlight, repeated softly, “I am yours, Princess Iselde.”