Many thanks to EmmaKendrick01 for providing her thoughts on this chapter!
Gwennalyn Castell, fifth child and third daughter of King Freirick Castell, Ruler of the Free Lands, and Queen Sabrina Castell, Mother of the Free Lands, was in the middle of her nighttime routine.
Which these days, meant eating out her handmaiden, gorging on the mixture of her womanly nectar and a recently deposited load of seed.
This particular one had been put there by one of the castle guardsman, who only minutes before had been fucking the handmaiden, availing himself of her lush curves and slick sex. It had been an energetic affair, Deiara on her hands and knees, pushing back at him as he thrust relentlessly. Her shameless moans had been slightly overdramatized, as she had been fully aware of her princess spying on them. The guardsman, of course, had been unaware of their arrangement, just like every other bedmate the handmaiden took these days.
Their arrangement had been the handmaiden's idea.
Their visit to the Pink Petal had sated Gwennalyn's carnal hunger, but only for a little while. And when that hunger had returned, it had been stronger and deeper. Not a day passed wherein the princess did not crave more of the sordid debauchery in which she had partook that night.
Whereas Gwennalyn could not satisfy those urges without causing a scandal, Deiara had no such limitations on her hobbies. The life of a handmaiden was one overlooked by the higher-ups, which afforded the older woman a certain freedom with her indulgences.
So Deiara had told Gwennalyn to use the hidden entrance to her room to spy on her encounters. Over the past three weeks, all sorts of men had visited the handmaiden at night, from guardsmen to cooks to stable hands.
Each fucked her in their own way.
Some were content to lay back, letting her ride them, entertaining themselves by testing the softness of her breasts.
Others were more involved, showing a combination of passion and talent, using their mouth, fingers, and cock to get the handmaiden off.
Still others were rough and aloof, taking their pleasure with a certain vicious edge, leaving soon after they spilled their seed inside or on her.
Whoever the man, and whatever their style, Gwennalyn would watch, masturbating to the sight. She was well hidden, crouched behind a large cabinet; since the handmaiden was adept as capturing and keeping her partner's attention, their arrangement was unknown to all but the two women.
After the man would leave, Gwennalyn would come out from her hiding place and spend some time with her handmaiden, pleasure going both ways. Usually, the princess would start by stealing the cooling seed leaking from Deiara's cunt or streaming from her asshole or splattered all over her face or breasts. The men who had used the handmaiden that night had expected the handmaiden to clean herself; none of them expected that the princess would provide that service. It thrilled Gwennalyn, that she could walk around the castle and identify men based on how they fucked her handmaiden and how their cum tasted, with no man the wiser.
But no matter how roughly her handmaiden was taken, no matter how much cum there would be to sup upon, no matter how aroused she became from watching, it still failed to scratch that itch inside her.
It was a depressing thought that she might never be on the other end, relegated instead to always watching.
But she did her best to put it out of her mind, living in the moment as she lapped along Deiara's slit, intercepting the streams of semen flowing forth. Her hands had already slid further up to squeeze at those heavy breasts, appreciating their heft, how they felt in her grip. Deiara purred in contentment, squirming on the bed, sweat glistening on her brown skin, the result of the energetic affair. Although Gwennalyn had been wearing a shift, it was now discarded on the floor, hastily torn off during the princess' approach to the bed, beckoned by the way Deiara had spread her legs.
Another trickle of seed fell prey to her questing tongue. She surveyed each inch of the sex before her, cleaning it up. Once it was returned to its normal pinkness, free of clinging cum, the princess dipped her tongue inside, groaning softly at the way that slit gripped at her, drawing her deeper, to taste more of that forbidden fruit and collect the cum clogging it. Deiara groaned at the feeling of the soft tongue slipping inside.
"Oooh, princess, that feels so good," she murmured, her hand moving down to grip at Gwennalyn's unbound tresses.
The princess glanced up at Deiara, seeing the lust in those heavy-lidded eyes, and curled her tongue against a specific spot, one that she had learned was particularly sensitive. Deiara bucked, her eyes clenching shut; the reaction made Gwennalyn giggle and do it again, momentarily distracted from her self-appointed task of cleaning the cunt before her.
"Fuck, yes..." Deiara mewled, tightening her grip on her princess' locks.
Gwennalyn returned to her task, collecting a stream of spent seed, slurping it thirstily. One of her hands moved from Deiara's breasts to stroke along her own slit, her own juices slicking the fingers, brought forth from the tang of the semen on her tongue.
As she collected more seed, Deiara continued to moan, rapidly approaching climax, her body still sensitive from the fucking the guardsman had unleashed upon her. Every so often, her quim would clutch at the tongue inside it, sending forth more juices to swirl with the creamy cum. Gwennalyn enjoyed squeezing and stroking at Deiara's breasts, moving from one soft mound to the other, teasing along a hard nipple or caressing the sensitive skin around one. The bevy of sensations kept the handmaiden happy, her back arching, heavy breasts jutting into the air, one securely captured by the princess' insistent hand, the abundant flesh spilling out around her fingers.
Gwennalyn was not focused on pleasuring her handmaiden. Her primary objective was feeding on the sticky spend inside her cunt. But because that involved her tongue wriggling eagerly in Deiara's slick channel, pleasure was of course a natural byproduct. It hiked higher and higher, more delicious ambrosia spilling out, the thirsty princess pouncing eagerly, guzzling down the sweet fluid, the energetic movements of her tongue in turn driving the pleasure higher for the handmaiden.
In no time at all, Deiara reached her peak, keening softly as the delirium washed over her. Her wild writhing made it harder for Gwennalyn to keep her in place, but she did her best to stay rooted at her prize, continuing to lap up the streams of spunk even throughout the handmaiden's peak, even as her quim clenched and seized around her tongue. This stubbornness meant that the handmaiden was unable to fully come down from her heights of pleasure, given the nonstop attention of that tongue. Gwennalyn paid little mind to her moans, to her weak attempts to push her away, to her pleading to be granted a few minutes of respite for her body to unwind, for the sensitivity to recede. Had Gwennalyn not been mired in a haze of desire, she would have been more attentive to those needs, but the taste of semen had inflamed her need.
After several seconds, Deiara gave up, lying back, moaning softly as Gwennalyn ate her fill. Her tongue slipped deeper, swiping along sensitive spots along the handmaiden's channel, catching any remaining strands of seed.
By the time her task was completed, her tongue was coated with the sour-sweet taste of semen, such a flavor making her cunt clutch at her fingers. Her face glistened with Deiara's nectar, the handmaiden finally able to unwind and bask in the afterglow.
Gwennalyn began to kiss her way up Deiara's body, her nectar-glazed lips leaving a glistening trail along the handmaiden's rounded belly, up to her heavy breasts. The thick nipple crowning one of the soft mounds drew the princess' attention, so she captured it between her lips, sucking eagerly, making Deiara moan and writhe. Her hands moved to the handmaiden's wide hips, denting the abundant flesh in her grip. As she sucked at the nipple, her warm mouth fixed on the sensitive nub, she swung her own leg over the handmaiden's thigh, grinding her slit languidly against it.
The handmaiden was content to lie back and let her princess indulge, enjoying the ripe lushness of her breasts, switching from one breast to the other. Gwennalyn changed tack, licking along the flesh surrounding a fat nipple, tasting the sweat there. As she continued to savor the spread before her, her grinding became faster and harder, Deiara's flesh jiggling slightly from the friction.
It took little time for the princess to come undone. She let out a deep sigh, ecstasy breaking out over her entire body, her cunt streaming juices all over Deiara's thigh. As the waves of intense pleasure slowly receded, she nuzzled against her handmaiden's warm weight.
Once her head was clear of lust-induced cobwebs, Gwennalyn grinned at her handmaiden and descended to clean the mess that she had left on Deiara's thigh. The handmaiden giggled, reaching out to stroke affectionately along Gwennalyn's hair as she licked at the glistening trickles that had so recently oozed forth from her slit.
"Are you excited for tomorrow?" Deiara asked her.
"Mmm-hmm," Gwennalyn answered, still lapping up her own cum.
"So am I."
The princess took one last mouthful, and then rested her head on Deiara's thigh.
"But it's not like those orcs who waylaid me will be there."
Deiara shrugged.
"And I still can't fuck them. My father would find out, somehow."
"Yeah, but you can watch me fuck an orc."
"That must be why you're so excited for them to get here."
Deiara giggled, nodding excitedly.
"I've never fucked an orc before. They say one orc equals two men."
Gwennalyn grinned.
"And I've had two of them. If I can handle them, you'll be fine."
"I'm not worried about that. I don't mind if they run me ragged."
The princess rolled her eyes, moving to slither up the handmaiden's body until she was kissing at her neck.
"Of course you don't mind, because I'll be the one cleaning you up after they're done fucking you."
Deiara purred as the princess' warm mouth trailed along her neck.
"Somehow I don't think you'll mind that much, princess."
Gwennalyn murmured in agreement, reaching Deiara's mouth, their kiss quickly increasing in urgency and passion as hands found flesh.
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"Oh, he soiled himself again..."
Gwennalyn held her nose as Avalyn hurried past, her squalling baby currently giving off a foul stench.
