When Princess Lucira saw the citadel complex she had been sent to govern she was more than positively surprised. It was far from the debilitated and partially ruined outposts she had imagined this far from the core of her nation. Not to mention a large parade formation was arranged to welcome her the moment her airship would dock at the side of the elevated plaza meant for official ceremonies.
"It would be rude to let them wait, won't you agree?" Lucira asked the ship captain that had been standing next to her. But before even getting a reply, she seemingly jumped over the railing and began falling down towards the lines of soldiers waiting for her.
It did not take long for the people on the ground to spot the falling form of the Princess wearing the white and blue uniform that matched the local troops. Though as her form was of someone who was standing at the elevator arms crossed, the soldiers were soon commanded to give a salute towards the falling object that had a long blond fluttering ponytail.
The wind glued Lucira's tight officer pants even tighter than usual around her long shapely legs and her stunt was sure to leave an impression on the soldiers who focused on the approaching thigh gap. The Princess even slowed down her fall towards the ground so there was plenty of time to also focus on her blue jacket that almost looked strained to keep her breast mound contained. Especially with the way the wind was pushing against her.
The moment Lucira landed on the ground, the military band began playing. With a sway of her neck, she placed a peaked cap on her head that she had been holding in her hand. Then she quickly adjusted her hair while her azure blue eyes inspected the soldiers. Once the elven princess was seemingly satisfied by what she was seeing, she saluted the soldiers before marching to meet the five captains that were waiting for her.
Despite the bravado of showing her telekinetic magic, Lucira was tired from her trip and she only exchanged the pleasantries and dinner needed by the protocol before she decide to inspect her new rooms. Several adjutants were assigned for her and they guided the Princess on a short tour that ended at her office.
After Lucira was left alone, she spread her hands for a moment like to wait for maids to come from the shadows to help her change clothes. But it took only seconds for her to remember that she had left all of them behind. After all, she needed to become a credible military leader if she would ever have any hope of being named the heir to the Sun Throne, and that was never going to happen as long as she was a pampered lady based on all the slander aimed at her.
"It's not like I need them," Lucira mused and she went to look at her luggage that had been piled into a corner. As all of the adjutants assigned for her had been men, she did not really want them to sort out her things. So the elven maiden was forced to do it on her own, and she simply used her powers to float the suitcases around and open them one by one until she found the one that had her sleeping gowns.
Once done with the luggage, Lucira headed through a side door into her private rooms. She dropped the things she needed later into her somewhat impressive bedroom before she headed to try out her bath. It was a large room with constantly running heated water like it was one big steaming fountain. And it had a wall of mirrors on the side of the door.
"I guess this will do," Lucira voiced with a slight smile. It was not as impressive as she was used to but once again far more than she had expected from a remote citadel that mostly just served to guard the mining operations in the area.
Lucira went back into her bedroom and focused with spread arms. The buttons on her jacket opened on their own and her pants slid down. She did not even step out of her shoes as her body lifted into the air to let her shoes and socks go to the side of the neat pile she was constructing with her uniform. She even undid her silky hair that now rested along her back, almost reaching her ass.
"What those men would not give to see me like this," Lucira gave an approving nod to a standing mirror that reflected her nubile and perky shapes. Then she walked across the corridor and back into the bath. There she gave a tilted smile to the wall mirror on her way to submerge most of her body into the foaming water.
"Who needs servants, give me a group of warriors and," Lucira stated but then she blushed before submerging entirely into the water like to wash away the image of those soldiers sharing a bath with her. Her hair got soaked and it spread in the water like golden tendrils until she came to the surface again. Not much of a feat since the water was only up to her hip.
"Like any of those would be worthy... to even pleasure me," Lucira grinned. Her enjoyment came from the fact no maid was around so she did not need to limit her words. Though at the same time she was slowly starting to feel weird about talking to herself, not that it was stopping her as there was nobody else at the citadel who could share a bath with her.
"This water could be a bit colder," Lucira voiced while the blush on her face just kept getting more intense, and not entirely because of the heat. So she reached for the rod in the middle of the pool and touched the orb at its tip. She rotated it but instead of the temperature changing, the wall mirror flashed to show a courtyard from the air. The bare princess looked at it only a moment before she tried to make it go away.
Image after image flashed in the mirror, from corridors to empty cells. And the more Lucira tried to turn the mirror off, the less she knew how it even worked. Like there was no logic on what dictated the order of the image projections. But her mind's attempt to understand froze entirely the moment several masses of green muscle appeared in her vision.
Every detail and bulged vein burned into Lucira's memory while she observed several orcs washing themselves. It lasted only seconds until some grunts from the orcs made her hand swap the image into that of a random empty stone corridor. The Princess let go of the knob and she backed away like for a moment she was scared the mirror would show something even more deranged if she kept going.
Lucira turned away from the mirror and she began stroking her hair against her shoulder like to wash it just a bit. Though while she did so, especially one part of the image that had assaulted her vision kept burning her body, a green sturdy meat pickle that looked far tastier than most foods she had ever seen.
"At least I know... how to appreciate the epitome of feral strength. Nothing unusual, who would not admire... such well-built bodies, hihi," Lucira voiced with a slight giggle. If she had not been in a bath, she might have even been compelled to wipe some sudden drool from her lips. So she simply submerged again only to emerge from next to the control rod.
"Whoever designed this was an incompetent idiot," Lucira flared. Though now that she looked at it, it was most likely that the actual control device had been removed and she had simply been using her fingers to randomly feed inputs to the crystal. But that was clearly not hindering the mirror's magic to project images from across the citadel complex.
"But if I desire to... sate myself looking at something like that, it would be only just... for those, under my protection to oblige," Lucira explained like she was justifying herself to the orb. "After all, I'm the borderline divine power that has the responsibility to bring order... to even the most savage beasts."
As there was nobody around to refute Lucira's logic, she poked her finger at the orb and the image swapped again. Though even as the twisted words made even her smile, she kept going until she found an orc. It was not exactly the feast of the flesh of the bath but it was someone with their cock out.
