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The princess’s tower was quieter than usual. Her lady-in-waiting fell ill, and so she agreed to attend to her bedtime and bathing ritual alone tonight. She left her window open to let in the summer night air. It was just her and the chirping of crickets, the night humming with potential.
Company wasn’t too far off, though. She could hear occasional metal clangs, as her knight on duty patrolled the walkways in full armor just outside her tower. Her knight. The thought made Princess Morina blush. Delilah wasn’t one of her knights, technically. She had traveled far from the country and crown she served to accompany the princess’s betrothed, Prince Jericho, on his trip here. Their wedding was in a few short weeks, a fact the princess was trying to forget. Delilah had been a welcome distraction since their first introduction. Although Delilah never breached the rules of etiquette, bowing at the right times and only discussing matters of security, she had still managed to invade Morina’s every waking thought.
Even now her thoughts drifted towards Delilah, as she plaited her still wet hair, gazing into her vanity. She noticed that in the reflection of her mirror, she could see Delilah, slumped against the parapet, looking bored. Morina found it a little amusing. She had only ever seen Delilah at attention, back straight as an arrow.
Thinking about Delilah made her body grow hot, and Morina loosened her robe, letting her skin breathe. Her fingers grazed her collar bone, her bare shoulders, but her eyes never wavered from Delilah. She saw Delilah lift her chiseled jaw and gaze around for potential threats. Her eyes lifted up to the princess’s window, and she froze.
Morina’s dark lips were slightly parted now. The tips of her finger slipped under the hem of her robe, sliding down her chest. Her gaze stayed fixed on Delilah’s reflection. She could just see the puff of air Delilah exhaled as Morina’s hand clutched her breast, the outline of her hard nipple clear through the silky fabric. Morina pinched her nipple, hard and long. She tilted her head back slightly and let her eyelids flutter. As she rubbed the sore nipple, she checked the reflection and saw Delilah lick her lips. Morina couldn’t help but smile, and without thinking any further, let her robe slip from her shoulders and pool in her lap. She saw Delilah’s eyes grow wide. Morina cupped her bare breasts, heavy in her hands, inviting Delilah to gaze upon them.
Morina felt drunk off the sensation of her own touch. She brushed her fingertips down her torso and caressed her soft thighs. It was hot between those thighs, and she wanted more. She met Delilah’s eyes in the mirror, unwavering from the nude, candlelight princess. Morina motioned with two fingers, a clear “come hither” to her knight. She could see the momentary hesitation in Delilah’s expression, before marching, ever the soldier, to the princesses' quarters.
The metal footsteps stopped just before Morina’s door. Delilah knocked softly, feeling a little silly. Her embarrassment was forgotten when a breathy, sultry voice came through the door. “You may enter.”
Delilah pushed open the door and froze in the entryway. Her majesty was still in her vanity chair, but facing the door now. Her bosom was naked, her legs just as bare. All that covered her was a satin robe bunched around the top of her thighs, barely concealing her center. What made Delilah stop, though, was the look on her highness — one of unabashed longing, a carnal hunger that made Delilah’s brain shut off and her mouth dry.
For a moment, they just stared at each, the sound of labored breathing and filling up the room. The candlelight flickered.
“Your Majesty —.” Her words came out like a gasp.
“Morina.” Her majesty’s voice was a deep, sensuous tone. One eyebrow cocked with a hint of amusement at Delilah’s stupor. The princess pronounced her name like a slow drag, tasting every syllable. “You seem tense, Delilah. You’re sweating.”
“Princess, I am bound by duty.” Delilah hated that she sounded like she was begging. In a slightly strained voice, she continued. “...Though I struggle against these binds to the point of perspiration. I struggle and sweat against these ropes, futilely, constantly.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I may have confused your pain for desire.”
Delilah’s eyes roamed over the princess. “Desire can take many forms.”
Morina’s chest rose and fell as she breathed. “Even…that of a woman?”
Delilah’s thoughts raced, but she nodded despite herself. “Yes.”
“Oh,” the princess whispered. “Then, as your princess, I command you: shut the door, and lock it.”
Delilah did as she was told. She turned around, and Morina was right there, staring up at her. She had dropped her robe, and they stared at each other in silence, listening to their warm breathing. Morina reached up and started undoing Delilah’s armor, letting it fall to the floor. All the while, Delilah never took her eyes off Morina’s face. When she was done, Morina guided Delilah to the vanity chair.
“Sit.”
Delilah, as always, obeyed. Morina slowly lowered to her knees, and that’s when Delilah protested.
“Princess…” she started, her voice suddenly hoarse.
“Let me serve you.” Morina commanded once more.
They both worked to undo Delilah’s combat boots and untie her slacks, Delilah’s hips rising to lower them.
Soon, Delilah slowly parted her bare legs for Morina to gaze at. She marveled at the center, feeling brazen, hungry. She acted on a nature she didn’t know she possessed - fingers parting the lips, making way to examine the pink bud staring back at her. The whole area glistened, begging her for a taste. Morina pressed her mouth in between the lips. She heard Delilah gasp, as she lightly pushed the flat side of her tongue by her opening and moved upwards. She tasted sweet, a taste that just made her crave more. Wrapping her fingers in the dense curls above her mound, Morina continued to work her mouth and tongue for her guards’ pleasure. She moved her tongue over the clit, alternating between fast flicks and a sucking motion. She responded to Delilah’s gasps and moans, paying attention to her thighs twitching, her flesh throbbing, and the hand that was tangled in her own wet hair.
Delilah, for all her propriety, was letting her well-mannered nature slip, and was cursing like a sailor. In between groans, she muttered curses that should would usually never utter in front of a lady, let alone her princess — the same princess who put her in such a state. She couldn’t help the curses and groaning, the hand pushing the princess deeper in between her legs. Her breathing was picking up. Morina sucked her clit hard, and Delilah nearly shouted, grinding herself onto her mouth.
After Delilah went limp, after a seemingly endless high, she let go of Morina’s head. Morina leaned back onto her heels, still completely nude, and gave Delilah a huge grin, her mouth and chin glistening with dampness.