Pairings: F Elf x MtF Half-Orc, F human x M lizardfolk on the side
Main Kinks/TWs: Exhibitionism, casual sex, innocence/inexperience, group sex, oral, vaginal, messy cumshots, loss of virginity, interspecies
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'...Sir Garland ran a gloved hand across the princess's stomach, fingers dancing across pale, pristine skin, but stopping short of her heaving bosom. The royal quarters were dark, and lit only by the grace of the moon shining in through the windows.
"I... I should really be leaving, your majesty. This isn't proper..."
"No!" Vernadette pleaded. She grasped one of his muscular forearms and held him when he tried to turn back. "Please! I need this. I need you."
"I know. But it cannot be, not when you'll be marrying the prince of Galingway so soon..."
"Damn the prince!" She cried in a moment of unbridled passion.'
Bundled up under a layer of blankets, Sarrillia -- or Sara, as her friends called her -- sat with her face firmly buried in the book's pages. Her pale, lightly freckled cheeks were flushed red with anticipation. Slender legs squirmed beneath the covers.
She formed a vivid image of the scene in her head -- Princess Vernadette and her loyal retainer, Sir Garland, convening in her quarters. Tensions had blossomed between the two, but it was a forbidden love, since she was arranged to be married to the prince of a neighboring kingdom. But now, those tensions boiled over as the princess bared herself completely to the knight.
It was hard not to skim the dialogue to get to the salacious bits. Sara knew that this was the tipping point in the story where the two would finally consummate their love. As the words grew steamier and the acts described grew more detailed, a dainty hand slid from the book and under the covers. Fingers danced across her nightgown, down her belly. The elven girl's breaths became hot and heavy. She slowly lifted up the bottom of the gown, fingers sliding down the waistband of her panties...
Sara heard something from outside her bedroom. It sounded like the thud of a door shutting, and she withdrew her wandering hand in an instant. "M-mother! Is that you?" she stammered, shutting the book and hiding it under the blanket.
No response.
With a grumble, Sara slid out of bed and peeked outside her door. She lived in one of the upper floors of her family's manor, and the servants surely had to be asleep by this hour. If not them, or one of her parents, then who else could it be?
Sara stepped out and snapped her fingers. Enchanted crystal lamps fitted into the walls lit up with a warm glow, and she winced a bit from the bright light. She rubbed her green eyes and turned around, noticing an open window.
A familiar figure stood right beside it.
The human girl stood with a sly smile, hands on her hips. Her brown hair was cut short, as opposed to Sara's golden locks that flowed over her shoulders.
The elf's pointed ears twitched, and her expression changed from shock to exasperation. "M-Marie? What are you doing here?"
"Ya' left the window open." Marie chuckled and jerked a thumb towards it -- as if that were a perfectly acceptable reason for breaking into someone's home unannounced.
"I... You know what I mean, Marie," Sara sighed. "My parents would have a fit if they knew about this; you know how they feel. They'd probably start installing magic locks on all the windows..."
Marie shrugged. "Eh. I'd just learn how to pick those. And to answer your question, I'm here to check in on you, girl. It's been... What, weeks? I missed you."
Suddenly, she pulled Sara into a squeezing hug, burying her face against the elf's shoulder. Sara's arms fell limp at her sides for but a moment, before she sighed and returned the embrace. "I know, I'm sorry... I've just been so busy with the engagement and all -- "
Marie stepped away when she mentioned that, a scowl crossing her face. "Ugh, please don't tell me you're seriously gonna go through with this. Come on Sara, have you even met the guy?"
"Of course I have! Our families are close, and they've been setting us up on all these dates. And Terrian is... Well he's... Nice," she struggled to find the words. Her eyes shifted back and forth, then cast towards the floor.
Her fascination with that novel wasn't a coincidence. The elven girl couldn't deny to herself that she was holding onto something when she read it, a fantasy to escape from the expectations and responsibilities of life as a noble girl. She wished she could be more like Princess Vernadette. Brave, fearless, and willing to cast aside all the privileges of her royal blood if it meant choosing her own destiny.
"Nice? That's it? Oh, he's a dick, isn't he? You don't even have to tell me -- when you've been born with a silver spoon in your mouth and had everything in life, even a bride for goddess' sake handed to you on a plate, how could you end up not being a dick?" Maria huffed and crossed her arms. "No offense, I mean. You're not a dick. Or a cunt I suppose."
"None taken." Sara shrugged. "So, is that the real reason you're here? To convince me to upend my life and call off the engagement?"
"Yeah, kinda. Buuuut if you're dead set on going through with this -- in my humble opinion -- terrible life decision, I do have a plan B."
A familiar dread welled up in Sara, the kind that came whenever the human girl was hatching some kind of scheme. "Oh goddess... Do I even want to know?"
Marie grinned and jabbed a finger at Sara's chest. "I'm taking you on a girl's night out! It's damsel's night at the Wilted Rose, and there's no way we're missing an opportunity like this! So get yourself dressed and let's go!"
"T-the Wilted Rose? Isn't that some kind of brothel?"
"Brothel? Nah, it's more like a bar. Kinda," she said, heading into Sara's room and opening her wardrobe, casually sifting through the array of outfits. "You don't need to wear anything fancy, just can't have you showing up in your nightgown is all. Well, I guess you actually could..."
Sara threw up her hands in frustration. " Kind of a bar? Your lack of a straight answer isn't very reassuring."
