Ordinary life continued to tick by back in the prince's home country. While Gyllen was busy browsing books in a library some two thousand miles away, a single figure, dressed in a yellow hooded cloak and a frock of white as if to complement the uncommonly sunny Snjórlandic afternoon and the marshmallow clouds drifting in the aether, was skipping merrily along a dirt path leading far from the outskirts of Malmhule, singing an upbeat song to herself and stopping only to pick wild daisies sprouting by the roadside to put into the wicker handbasket she carried on her arm. This was none other than Gyllen's own second-eldest sister: Princess Eir. And as for her destination? Áttafótr Forest.
Áttafótr Forest was a large, dense woodland within half a day's walking distance of Malmhule, located directly between the capital city and the next major town. The forest was notable for having gone virtually untouched by the hands of lumberjacks and foragers for the centuries Snjórland had been settled in spite of the abundance of resources to be found within. Why this was, nobody knew for certain. Perhaps there was a primordial fear of the unknown to the forest fuelled by generations upon generations raised on folk tales of bloodthirsty draugar, cannibalistic crones, malevolent spirits falsely leading wanderers astray and countless other such terror stories which Áttafótr seemed to have been the prime setting for, culminating into a collective unconscious aversion for the uncharted woods. Why was Eir - a girl whose favourite hobbies were limited to baking decorative fairy cakes and crayon sketching unicorn foals bounding over rainbows -- traveling to such dooming territory then? The answer was very simple: her twin sister asked to meet her there.
The only settlements she passed by were one or two farming communities, too small to even be considered villages, as the earthen trail underfoot began to merge with the grass and weeds. The average traveller would have been exhausted before long making this trip on foot at the same brisk pace as the princess, but Eir was just as sprightly as she had been since rousing from her full nine hours of sleep that morning. In due course, the princess saw the great forest come into view and found herself standing before its boundary shortly thereafter, sizing up the grand trees from their immemorial roots to the apex of their burgeoning branches. She peered past the trunks and into the tenebrous thicket, seeing nothing but nebulous umbras flit amongst the evergreens and underbrush, before whirling around a full 360 degrees to survey her surroundings in search for any hint of her sibling's presence.
"Hmm, now where could Silf be...?" Eir thought aloud to only herself. "It's not like her to run late. Or maybe I'm just early? Yeah, that's it! All I gotta do is wait for a little bit."
The canary-cowled female helped herself to a seat on a waist-high boulder that lay by the roadside, after first lightly sweeping it clean of excess lichen by hand, humming a jolly tune as she idly kicked her feet. It did not take very long, however, for the distrait princess to grow restless with boredom, fidgeting with her basket to occupy the time. She knew she should have brought Mr. Bamse with her today for some company! It was in that moment when her innocent mind shifted to more pornographic musings. She could always turn to indulging in her
next
most favourite pastime to while away the minutes with. Oh, but she had never done it out of doors before. Would that be alright? Silfr always said to keep those sort of lewd things they do as strictly private affairs, but looking to her left and to her right, she could not see another living soul for miles in either direction. In fact, the only semblances of civilization she could perceive were a pair of houses across on the other side of a wide meadow, though they were distant enough that she doubted anybody looking from their windows would be able to discern the precise actions she was considering to perform should she keep them discreet enough.
Eir placed her basket onto the ground next to her improvised stool then reached down to the hem of her knee-length dress before lifting it up to her waist, revealing more of the opaque, gauze tights that covered the span from her toes to her pelvis. She slipped a hand underneath the white pantyhose, then further into her silk bloomers to reach her velvety blossom lain between her satiny legs while the other cupped onto her ample chest. Her smile only further widened as her fingertips explored her smooth mons Veneris and the unchaste cleft it enclosed. Without any gradual anticipation or preparation, Eir pushed her index finger against her balmy ingress and slid it inside herself straight away, instantly following it up with her middle and even her ring finger, all within the space of two seconds! Her eyelids dropped and the digits on her right hand impressed deep into the pliable tissue of her clothed breast, allowing a happy moan to escape from her grinning mouth as she filled and widened her cavity down below.
The princess then started moving her three digits in and out of her promiscuous pussy with relative ease. Though her undergarments were stifling her motions somewhat, it did not hamper her enthusiasm in the slightest. Eir played with herself at least once per night ever since Silfr introduced her to the concept all those years ago, and had conditioned herself into deriving the greatest gratification and orgasms by stuffing herself to her maximum capacity, though do not let this imply she was overly slack in the downstairs department after hours of use, as it was still quite the strain for her to entirely slot the triple insertion inside her aperture while also ensuring it was comfortable enough to slide back and forth at a substantial speed. Only the outline of her fist could be seen bouncing forth from the space betwixt her plump thighs, stretching the white material of her tights close to their tearing point with her efforts. One foot was planted against the rock's surface, while the other rigidly stretched out straight ahead, trembling from the coursing delight as she forwent rationing any stamina. The risk of performing such a lewd stunt in the open air where anybody could chance upon her in the midst of auto-eroticism served to heighten Eir's pleasure, even if she was not fully cognizant of that aspect herself, and she was soon on the cusp of a hastened climax before a voice, at once as smooth and trenchant as a shard of broken glass, suddenly whispered into her left ear.
"Does your abasement recognise no threshold?"
Eir squealed and nearly toppled off her stone seat from the fright brought on by the unheralded speech of this second person, though she shortly calmed once she saw whom it was. Standing slightly stooped over centimetres away from where the princess sat, a lissom woman of analogous age with black hair and in similarly black trappings loured down on the masturbating brunette from above as the alabaster skin of her angular, inscrutable face almost glowed in the reflection of the sun's rays.
"Oh, hiya, Sis!" Eir greeted Silfr, hand still in underwear. "I was wondering when you were gonna show up! Uh...wanna join me?" She asked as casually as one would ask a friend if they would like to join them for lunch.
"Contrary to your own tactless practices, I understand when to restrain my urges accordingly. Even excepting that, I have no desire to expend my libido at this present time...and I recommend neither should you." The younger sibling replied. "Now come. We mustn't loiter for long." Silfr commanded her elder sister as she turned direction and began to march.
"Okay!" Eir enthusiastically responded, promptly rearranging her appearance into something more presentable as she followed her twin, nearly forgetting to lift her basket as she hurried behind. "But...where are we going, Silf?"
"Surely even your sub-par intellect could deduce the answer following my request to rendezvous with you at this location." Silfr gave a semblance of a sigh. "I should have known better than to misplace such faith in you..."
