The Zagrosian quarters were closer. Princess Filini glared her guards out of her bedchamber, and Queen Nulkuta dismissed her own. Their protectors weren't happy, but they left the two women alone, as requested. For a moment, awkwardness reigned between the two, then Nulkuta reached up and unfastened the snaps of her top. With the release of each dark jeweled snap, a little bit more of her pale flesh came into view, including the curves of her breasts, thrust up as they were by a tight corset-like garment.
Filini shook her head to clear it, and began unfastening her own garments. It was hard to concentrate on what she was doing, however; the more she saw of the pale blond queen, the more she wanted her. "You are incredibly attractive, Your Majesty."
"Kuta."
"I beg your pardon?"
"We are two women who are interested in each other, at this moment. Negotiations and formalities can commence after we've seen if there's enough passion between us to start those negotiations," the Queen of Chonbei corrected her. "You may call me Kuta. I reserve it for my friends…and my lovers."
"Ah. Call me Fil," the shorter, tanned woman returned, balancing on one foot at a time to pull off her boots. She had to un-strap the knife sheaths wrapped around her calves, but at least the woman across from her was doing the same. Or rather, removing a small hold-out blaster from a pocket just under her cleavage. Filini eyed it in curiosity. "Wow. That's rather cute--where did you find one so small?"
"It's a special import from Tarsetti V. It only holds a few charges, but it's enough to give a woman a fighting chance." Kuta smiled slightly.
"Tarsetti V…I'll have to look into that." Fil looked down at her own cleavage, covered for the moment in a silken camisole that had been hidden under her uniform-like shirt and jacket. "But I don't know if I could hide it under my own breasts."
"I like small breasts. I like breasts of all sizes, really," Kuta admitted, "so long as they're shaped enough to be breasts. Flat chests never really appealed to me; they're rather unfeminine, and I don't like that."
"A true lover of women, then. Me, I like all sorts…but I do like a woman to be feminine, as I like a man to be masculine," Fil muttered, removing her pants. They were both almost naked now, leaving only their panties. "I've been visited by dignitaries from Gynandro, and they had about as much sexual appeal as a pile of sloppy
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…uh… Forgive me."
The Chonbei ruler merely laughed. "I'd heard you Zagrosians could be forthright. I like it. Everyone else soft-foots their speech around me."
"Well, we're usually soft-spoken in public, but we Zagrosians always speak our minds in private."
"Good; I like knowing where I stand with people. Shall we put our weapons by the bed?" the taller, paler woman asked politely. "I'm sure your guards are monitoring our situation, as are mine to some extent, but a woman can never be too careful about her personal safety."
"Quite. Though my people train in weaponless combat, it never hurts to have a few weapons on hand," Fil added as she put her knives on the bedside table, along with a small electro-prod.
"What ruler wouldn't, if she wished to survive a long and prosperous reign?" Kuta asked her rhetorically, adding her mini-blaster and a couple of sharp hairpins to the growing pile. "Fil…come, it is time to kiss."
Princess Filini narrowed her eyes. "I thought you said that ridiculous schedule of yours was an illusion to throw off King Daemon's interest in your bid."
"It is…but I really want to kiss you, right now." Taking her hand, Kuta drew the asiatic woman closer. Gently spearing her fingers through Fil's silky dark hair, she angled her head and brushed her lips against that soft, dusky pink mouth. Their first kiss was soft, but didn't stay that way for long. Fil sighed, parting her lips. Kuta met the exploratory touch of her tongue with a sweep of her own.
Arousal flared between the two women, sharp and sweet pangs racing through their nerves as Fil palmed Kuta's breasts, testing their shape, their weight, their softness. Kuta tilted her partner's head back, kissing her way down the other woman's throat. Nibbling along that naturally tanned collarbone, Kuta slid her hands to the ties that held Fil's hair in place. As Fil rubbed and rolled her nipples, as she kissed her way up the other side of that naturally tanned throat, Nulkuta unfastened the braid confining those dark locks. Only when she had finger-combed them out over her partner's shoulders did the blond queen pull back.
A sigh escaped her. "You look like an erotic dream I once had, Fil."
Filini blushed. "Thank you. Could you…could you undo your own hair?"
"Of course." Reaching up, Kuta pulled out the pins holding it in its severe bun at the back of her head. Fil took advantage of her raised arms to massage her uplifted breasts. "Mm, that feels nice. That damned bustier itches after a while."
"The effect it has on your cleavage is worth it," Fil told her, dipping her head to suckle one pert, pink nipple.
"Mmm, only if you promise to massage it whenever I take it off for you."
"…If not me," Fil offered, lapping around the shriveled skin of her areola, "then you can borrow my masseusse. She's about the Royal Consort's size and shape, but with strawberry blond hair, and freckles everywhere. And she likes women, too."
"Sounds lovely." A last shake to let her straight blond locks fall just past her breasts, and Kuta slid her hands over Fil's arms, down past the dip of her waist to the pink silk panties she wore, a match to her discarded camisole. The muscles she found and kneaded made her sigh with happiness. "You must run, or bike, or something, to have such a delightfully firm backside."
"Calisthenics every morning. The Heir has to be the Warleader for the Cluster, which means I have to…mmm," Fil sighed, enjoying the feel of their breasts rubbing together, "…have to be as physically fit as any of our warriors."
"I appreciate your diligence to your duties." The dry-voiced quip made both women laugh. Laughter led to a grope, a kiss, a shedding of the last two barriers. They sprawled on the bed, content for a while to just kiss and caress. Kuta stroked that soft black hair, while Fil played with her own platinum locks. One hand swept down to the dip of a waist, another to the curve of a hip as their mouths met languidly. Urgency rose, however, when Fil boldly slid her fingers from Kuta's hip to her inner thigh. The paler woman's kisses grew bolder as her knee lifted, parting her legs in open invitation.