Author's Note: A nice long chapter for you, since there might be a longer than expected delay until the next one. I'm hoping to have it in three weeks, but I haven't been able to write for the last two, nor will I be able to write for the next two. Luckily, I already have chapter 6 done, and most of seven. I am trying to stay two chapters ahead so I can make changes in previous chapters as needed. As always, please vote, leave comments if you have them, or send feedback through Literotica. If you want a reply, be sure to include your email. The dress design in the chapter was inspired by a picture made by Horpheu Desmunio. If you want to see some of the pictures he made of Lyriena and the twins, send me an email. Enjoy!
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Lyriena averted her eyes from the twin sisters as she stepped into the bath. It was awkward having them so close, after what they had done together the day before. She could hardly believe that she had actually touched the prince's member, let alone that these girls had licked the orc's seed from her fingers. Now, they were to wait upon her in the bath, and spy upon her probably as well. Guilt set in, not only for how she behaved yesterday, but for how these poor girls had been dragged into it as well. If she didn't resolve this dispute soon, even more young elfs would be led down disreputable paths.
Unfortunately, Elenorei had begged leave to go and visit her cousin and try to persuade her to leave that vile club. Lyriena could hardly forbid her to do that, but now she had to rely on Soleil and Florette to see to her personal needs. A hot bath did sound lovely, of course, and it had been some time since she enjoyed one. The tournament opening the victory feast did not start for a few more hours, so she had plenty of time to relax and get ready.
The sisters removed her chemise, and Lyriena quickly stepped into the large bath to hide her naked flesh from the twins. A few moments later though and to her confusion, the servants also started to disrobe. "What are you doing?"
"If we're to bathe you, Your Highness, we cannot do it from outside the tub. You don't want us to get our uniforms wet, do you?" Soleil smiled sweetly as she helped Florette with her dress.
"You can do it just as easily from outside the bath." But they couldn't, she realized. The tub was sunken into the castle floor, so there was no way for them to easily bathe her from the outside. "Oh fine, very well."
Florette and Soleil stripped quickly and slipped into the bath. Unlike the princess, they didn't sink into the depths to hide their figures. The twins were much curvier than she was, with larger breasts and wide hips for child bearing. Wide enough even for an orc babe, she thought, before banishing that image from her mind. Trogar had doubtless slept with both women of course, but surely they wouldn't, they couldn't, get pregnant.
A tiny jolt of excitement shot through her as each of the twins took one of her feet and scrubbed it gently beneath the water. Their hands were surprisingly soft for commoners, and despite their dubious profession she guessed that their history had been somewhat gentler. They clearly knew the role of serving girls, so they probably had a respectable background in Deznessuian. "How did you come to work for the Prince?" she asked to break the silence.
"Oh, His Highness pulled us out of one of the brothels in the city." Florette said as she started to rub and caress Lyriena's calf.
"He hasn't exactly found you honest work."
"There isn't much honest work to be had in the city, Your Highness. Especially for girls like us. The tax you placed on elfs leaving Deznessuian ate up all our savings."
Lyriena flinched at that. Requiring a payment to get permission to leave was supposed to discourage elfs from emigrating, not leave them without resources when they arrived in Zentara. But that was bound to happen, she supposed.
"We were spending our first night in the city in the streets, until one of the bawds found us and put a roof over our heads. Of course, we had to earn our place there, and enough to keep us fed." Soleil's fingers rolled along Lyriena's calf, half massaging it as she scrubbed.
"You can't even imagine the things we had to do." Though Trogar will show you half of them at least by the time he's done, thought Florette.
"It's still better than working in a brothel," Soleil replied, "there you have to put up with half a dozen or more a night instead of just one." Soleil smirked saucily and pinched Lyriena's thigh. "Or two."
The princess blushed and glared at the impertinent servant. "You do not have to worry about serving me, at least not in that way."
"Oh but we do Your Highness!" Florette chirped. "It's one of our duties."
"Yes, the Prince doesn't want you clouded with lust, after all." Soleil giggled, and both sisters waded closer to Lyriena while their fingers slid up higher along her legs.
Lyriena flushed as the twins' hands explored further up her legs, torn between her instinct to close them and her desire to leave them open. It's not like they were going to do anything that Elenorei herself hadn't done. Well, maybe that wasn't exactly true, but Florette's tongue did feel so good yesterday. It would relieve the itch she'd been having, and she wouldn't have to fraternize with Trogar to boot.
Both of the twins pushed up against her, with Soleil's mouth moving to kiss Lyriena's hard nipple while Florette guided her hand between Lyriena's legs, seeking out her mound. She clasped and squeezed the princess' mons, and rolled her fingertips against the sensitive flesh. A smile crossed Florette's lips as she watched Lyriena's eyes close and heard a low moan escape her throat.
As the two elf girls set about pleasuring her, Lyriena tried to lose herself in a fantasy once again. She thought about the twins, and what they might have been forced to do at the brothel. She had seen them working together to suck on Trogar's member, but she imagined that they had done other stuff as well. As Soleil's soft lips caressed her nipple, and Florette's fingers rolled over her clit she imagined them getting fucked in a dark, dingy room by a succession of well endowed orcs.
In her imagination it wasn't a sad, sorrowful thing, but rather a great erotic adventure. For all their complaints, they seemed happy enough with the prince's shaft, so they must have actually enjoyed being taken by the others. This fantasy was even more wicked than the one about seeing Marietta on the stage, for she only knew her through her cousin, while she had met the two sisters much more intimately. She could see their faces clearly in her mind's eye as they surrendered to the pleasure of their orc lovers.
"Uh oh Soleil, we have a bit of a problem." Florette murmured, tugging on Lyriena's pubic hair and drawing the princess out of her fantasy.
"Hmm? What's the matter?" Lyriena asked huskily.
"It's your womanly hairs, Your Highness. It just won't do. Elfish women don't keep them in Zentara, it isn't at all fashionable."
"I don't see how that it is anyone's business but mine" she replied impatiently. They needed to get back to work!
"But we're to take care of you, Princess, including your grooming. We need to remove it or the Prince will be angry."
"The Prince won't know one way or the other!"
"Won't he?" asked Soleil, a smirk on her face. "It is our duty, Your Highness. You must let us, or we'll be punished."
"Yes, and if he thinks you're neglecting Zentaran customs, he might call off the negotiations."
"He won't!" Lyriena insisted. "Last night was a onetime thing and it will not be repeated." She hoped.