The Princess

Chapter 1

The Princess awoke surrounded by mounds of cushions and furs in a king-sized bed that dwarfed her delicate frame. The days and nights had been so warm of late and her silk nightgown had become moist with sweat beneath the covers, it clung to her glistening skin. She stretched her tired limbs and unwrapped herself from the furs, the breeze from the open window was cool while the sun shone brightly in. There was a knock at her chamber door, the telling knock of her handmaid, Mia.

"Come Mia." the Princess called, her sweet voice laden by sleepiness. Mia entered and stopped at the door to curtsy as she did every morning, it made the Princess smile every time, or perhaps it was just the sight of Mia that made her smile. She was an adorable girl of eighteen, less than a year younger than the Princess herself, and they had been best friends ever since Mia was taken on at the castle - so that when her previous handmaid had left the position, and the time came for the Princess to choose another, there had been no question as to who it would be.

"My Lady Princess," She said with grace. "I hope you slept well. This heatwave has been causing some of the girls in the servants quarters to sleep completely naked."

The Princess sat up and raised her eyebrow at Mia. "Oh really?"

Mia grinned at the Princess's interest. "I knew you'd like that. I'll also tell you that Jennifer was one of those girls."

The Princess groaned and closed her eyes. Mia had noticed that the Princess liked looking at Jennifer and she often teased her about it. She tried to imagine Jennifer's bare sleeping form slick with sweat, her chestnut brown hair sticking to those perky breasts. "How there are times I envy you girls all sleeping and dressing together in the same room." She often felt lonely in comparison, up here in her royal chamber, lonely

and

frustrated. "And all those naughty pillow fights you must have, and the kissing competitions!" She threw her head back against the bed and covered her face with her hands.

Mia's laugh filled the chamber causing the Princess's heart to flutter with delight. Mia crossed the room to the Princess's bed and sat beside her. "I'm afraid those activities are of your own invention my Lady. Your lust for pretty girls and your overactive imagination are a dangerous combination." Mia leaned forward and removed the Princess's hands from her face revealing the mischievous smile beneath. The Princess giggled, she was feeling playful and very affectionate. She grabbed Mia's hands and pulled her down so that their faces almost touched, Mia whimpered.

She paused then, the playfulness dissipated. Her mind was a battlefield between lust for Mia and worry that she had gone too far. Mia was silent, her eyes wide and glassy. The Princess decided that she

had

gone too far, so she released Mia's hands and pulled her into a hug instead. Mia returned the embrace, which the Princess took as forgiveness, before recoiling slightly. "Oh! Your nightgown is drenched, my Lady. Why do you sleep under such furs in this heat?" The Princess sat up with Mia, feeling somewhat embarrassed. She released her handmaid from the hug.

"I'm sorry, I suppose I don't smell very pleasant either." The Princess said as she blushed. Her thoughts found their way back to the previous night, her core ached at the memory of self-pleasure. She had touched herself to climax maybe twenty times beneath the furs - she couldn't remember - surrounded by the suffocating heat and pitch darkness. Her sweating and heavy breathing had made her pleasure cove damp with love. She had been imagining the various ladies of the court, her perverted mind making them naked and desperate before her.

There had been Lady Alice, flowing red hair draped over creamy skin, and those long sexy legs no longer covered by any of her usual elegant gowns. Also there was Mistress Dalia, her dancing teacher, the graceful woman's flowery perfume was distinctly remembered by the Princess as she imagined soft kisses and sweet touches. There was her mother, the Queen and her most guilty pleasure. The ultimate perversion and beauty of her mother's love, even if only in her mind, made the Princess orgasm multiple times over. She even thought of the maids, of Lily and Jennifer, Ruby and Liz, and of course Mia, who now sat so close to her den of sin.

Mia sniffed the air between them. "You don't smell so bad, and it's nothing I'm not used to my Princess. The smell is quite sweet in fact."

The Princess's arousal flared at Mia's doe-eyed innocence, she quickly looked away to hide her blush. "Thank you Mia, though I do still need to bathe. It would not do to go about the castle in such a state." She stood up with a stretch and walked to the open window as Mia left to fetch hot water for the bath.

She looked over the city, it was vast and beautiful. The walls were just in sight, encompassing over thirty thousand houses, thousands of small markets and inns; there were gardens and bathhouses, temples and brothels, all beyond a proper lady's reach, where the common people lived. Of course the castle had its own luxuries, its own beautiful garden and bathhouse, plenty of food and alcohol and desirable girls, but it was all so restricted. It was to be consumed with caution and with thoughts of upholding reputations, and as the King's own daughter she had the heaviest reputation of all.

Her nightgown was quite uncomfortable now, she thought, the wet lace was starting to feel itchy on her skin. She removed it with some effort as it kept sticking to her. Finally, she was bare. She stretched again as though showing herself off to the whole city, her hands played over her breasts and along her thighs, the thought of being seen by some pretty girl made her ache with desire. She slowly moved to touch her increasing wetness when-

"Lydia! Get back from there! Anyone could see you!". The shouting made her jump and remove her hand, she turned to see her Mother closing the door and striding towards her. The Queen moved between her daughter and the view, her eyes quickly dropping down the Princess' slim figure and looking back up into her eyes with a soft gentleness. "You shouldn't be so careless, I don't want some stranger gawking at my beautiful girl." Her tone was full of worry, making Lydia's heart pang with guilt.

"I'm sorry Mother.'' She embraced the Queen, who held her close as she always did, and pressed her face into the nook of her Mother's neck, inhaling deeply the comfortable smell of her, the perverted thoughts of last night were struggling to the surface. Truthfully, she was only sorry that she had made her Mother upset, but now, in her arms, she didn't regret a thing. Pressing her naked body against her Mother's velvet-covered flesh, almost daring to cup her Mother's ass in her hands, Lydia moaned silently and gently kissed the Queen's neck.

"Lydia, my love." The Queen sighed, she could smell the familiar scent of her daughter's arousal, sweet in the air. "We have talked about this." The Queen lifted her daughter's head to meet her gaze. "I love you, but you are my daughter. It isn't right for you to want me so."

The Princess whispered against her Mother's lips. "But I do want you... I need you." Her core was on fire as beautiful thoughts enveloped her mind, she began to move herself against the Queen, the burning pleasure was overwhelming, she couldn't think straight. The feeling of hands on her hips made her let out a moan that turned into a whimper as she realised they were pushing her away.

"You won't always feel this way, I promise. You are nearly twenty, soon you will have a husband to make you happy, and after that I'll be old and ugly - and you'll wonder why you ever wanted me."

Lydia felt the heat rise from her chest and into her face. "You will never be ugly! Even if your skin becomes wrinkled and your hair turns grey, I will always love you, always want you..."

She might have said it too passionately as the shock on her Mother's face was clear. The strong emotions she felt were hurting her and her eyes filled with tears. Her head fell onto her Mother's chest, her arms holding onto her for comfort. "I don't want a husband. I- I don't even like men! I want you! I know we cannot marry, but I don't see why we can't make each other happy. You would make me so happy..."

A knock at the door startled the Queen, she tried to pull Lydia from her but she held fast. "Who is it?" The Queen asked, a slight tremble in her voice.

The handmaid's polite voice came from behind the door. "It is Mia, your grace, with Lily and Ruby. We have the water for the Princess's bath."

"Thank you Mia, give us one minute please." The Queen sighed and stroked Lydia's hair, who was still crying on her chest. She decided her reason for coming would have to wait, then she spoke quietly to her daughter. "We will talk more about this later my love, I promise. Have a bath to clear your mind, let the girls take care of you and get some breakfast, then come and find me." She lifted her daughter's head again and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Her heart was heavy with emotion, she and Lydia had always shared a connection that she hadn't felt with any of Lydia's brothers or sisters, but she never knew her precious daughter had felt it so deeply.

"Kiss me." The Princess whimpered. Her Mother opened her mouth to protest but she interrupted. "Please. Just one kiss, it would make me feel better." She looked up into her Mother's hesitant face, flitting between her dark brown eyes and soft pink lips.

"Okay." The Queen conceded. She couldn't deny her this, it's not like they hadn't kissed before, and if it would make her daughter happy, make her smile again, she couldn't resist, she didn't want to. "Come here."

Lydia beamed up at her, her eyes still wet with tears, as she stood tall and put her arms around her Mother's neck, pulling her down until their lips met. Given the circumstances, the Queen hadn't expected a regular mother-daughter kiss like the two had shared before, but her daughter's passion still took her by surprise. She didn't resist, however. Lydia's sweet smile made her forget her inhibitions, and she smiled back against the warm, searching lips.

The beating in Lydia's chest was intense. The kiss was to her a taste of heaven, especially as she darted her tongue out and between her Mother's lips, the feeling of her Mother's saliva was so good that her arousal reignited in full force. Her hands had made her way to the sides of her Mother's face and she released and recaptured the kiss multiple times, it growing deeper each time, her Mother just letting it happen... until she didn't. She broke the enchantment by pulling away gently, their cheeks were flushed and their breathing had quickened and they looked at one another for a moment, their feelings for each other had gained new perspectives, and their relationship felt much deeper now after the hasty exchange that seemed like it had lasted an eternity.

Lydia tried to pull her back in but her Mother held her in place before pressing Lydia back against her chest and resting her chin on her head. "Oh Lydia, my sweet... girl." The Queen's usually level head had been rattled by the kiss. She gently stroked her daughter's back and the soft golden hair that flowed past her shoulders.

"Thank you, I- that was amazing. Thank you mama." Lydia said as she pressed her cheek against her Mother's breast. The Queen's heart panged at the name her daughter called her when she was younger, it suddenly made her feel very wrong, yet it also emboldened the confused ball of love and attachment in her chest. The battle of emotion rose up in her throat and almost made her cry out, almost formed tears in her eyes, but she stayed strong, for Lydia, and for herself, and for the three girls who still stood outside the door waiting for them.

Taking a deep breath, the Queen called: "Come in girls." Her hand was still stroking down Lydia's back. Mia's expression when she saw them in such a solemn embrace was one of pure worry, the Queen loved her for that, for being a true friend to her beloved daughter.

"What is the matter, your Grace? My Princess? Did something happen?" Mia asked, placing her bucket of water on the ground and taking a hesitant step towards them before stopping. The other two girls, Lily and Ruby, did also seem worried, but more so intrigued, at least they were polite enough not to stare.

"Do not worry, Mia dear. The Princess is simply feeling a little under the weather, aren't you my darling?" The Queen lifted her daughter's face again to look at her, Lydia's eyes were full of longing but she was smart enough not to act on it in front of the girls, she just nodded her head in answer. "You will be okay my love, just let these girls take care of you, then get something to eat and come and find me afterwards like I said." The Queen looked again at Mia. "Do take good care of her. I trust you will, but a Mother can only worry." She glanced back down, stroking the side of her daughter's face.

"Of course your Grace, I always take care of my Lady Princess, always." The Queen smiled at her and beckoned her forward before leaning down to kiss Lydia's cheek. She felt Lydia turn slightly as though attempting to capture her lips again before thinking better of it, the pent up tension in her daughter was almost palpable as she made her go with Mia.

Before the Queen left the room she asked Lily for a word outside. Ruby began filling the tub with hot water as Mia took Lydia by the hand and led her to her dressing chair. "What is wrong my Princess? You seemed in good spirits when I left you." Mia looked worriedly at the Princess's distant expression and pressed a motherly palm to her forehead to check her temperature.

The Princess turned and smiled gently at Mia, her eyes were still reddened from the crying, she was feeling equally drained and stimulated, her mind was hazy and her core ached. "I'm okay Mia." She gently grabbed Mia's wrist and moved the hand from her forehead to her cheek where she nuzzled it and kissed Mia's palm.

Mia sucked in a breath as the Princess's lips touched her skin. Lydia looked at Mia as her hazy mind began to clear, she let go of her wrist and sat up a bit straighter. "Sorry Mia, your hand is so soft." The Princess said. "I'm just feeling... sensitive." Even the chair was teasing her, almost stroking her folds as she made miniscule movements against it, she trailed her fingers up and down her arms and across her breasts, the memory of her Mother's lips making her arousal burn. The handmaid still wasn't sure what to make of the Princess's sudden change in behaviour, but since she didn't seem to be in pain her worry gradually receded and she began brushing Lydia's hair, careful not to pull hard, and took secret pleasure in her Princess's relaxed sighs.

Lily and Ruby finished filling the bathtub and were now drizzling scented oils and soaps into it. "The bath is ready for you Princess, hot as you like it." Lydia opened her eyes at the sound of Lily's voice, Mia's gentle brushing had nearly made her fall asleep and she found her hand was dangerously close to the wetness between her legs. She turned to see Lily now standing beside the bath, her long dark hair hanging loose over her bodice.

The Princess stood slowly and walked toward the girl who stood quite tall compared to the other maids. Lily was slightly older too, her twenty-third birthday had come just a few days before and the Princess had gifted her a pair of gold and sapphire earrings that she was pleased to see she was adorning now. "Your hair looks beautiful like that Lily, you should wear it loose more often." She ran a hand through the girl's ebony curls, moving to stroke the side of her face, watching the earrings glimmer in the light, and grinned teasingly as Lily blushed.

"Thank you Princess, and you are as gorgeous as ever." Lily said, smiling back at her as she pushed a lock of the Princess' golden hair behind her ear, they heard Mia gasp. Taken aback by her maid's boldness and feeling sensitive as the fingers brushed her cheek, Lydia searched the girl's eyes and found them to be quite sincere, now it was her turn to blush, and the fire in her loins was provoked again by the third girl this morning.

"Help me in." The Princess said as she took Lily's hand in her own and turned towards the bath. Lily's other hand found the Princess's soft hip and held it securely as one leg and then another was lifted and dropped into the hot water. The Princess stood for a moment, enjoying the maid's touch, before placing her hands on either side of the tub and lowering herself in. The water burned sweetly against each new part of her that entered until only her head lay above it.

Overwhelming heat now surrounded her whole body, reminding her of the suffocating warmth beneath her furs, amplifying the throbbing want between her legs. Her muscles cried out in relaxed pleasure as the maids began lathering her arms and shoulders with sweet-scented soap, gently massaging with delicate, practised fingers. The Princess closed her eyes and slowly lowered her head beneath the surface and stayed there, enjoying the sensual experience yet cringing as every part of her was touched except the part she needed someone to touch most. Thoughts of her Mother's embrace made her whine needily, bubbles escaped her lips and floated to the surface. After around thirty seconds underwater she felt the maid's grips on her tighten, heard Mia's concerned call.

"Princess?" She made out, the sound distorted. "Are you okay?" When she didn't respond it was Lily's hand that cupped her cheek and brought her gently upwards. As her face broke the surface she gasped, the air was cold on her face and Lily's hand had just moved to her breast, squeezing softly, a delicate finger circling her hardening nipple. Lydia bit her lip and looked desperately at Lily, a restrained moan escaping her lips.

Lily leaned close to the Princess's face, ignoring Mia's scandalised cry as she realised what was happening. "Tell them to leave, Princess." She whispered soothingly into her ear. "I know what you need." Her hand slid down Lydia's stomach, waiting just above her weeping softness. The Princess's body spasmed with delight, her intense gaze bore into Lily's eyes just inches from her own.

"Mia, Ruby, thank you. You may go." She said softly, trembling slightly, her eyes never leaving Lily's. Ruby grinned knowingly at them, she stopped washing the Princess's leg before dropping a curtsy and leaving.

Mia was hesitant, she stood but did not turn to leave. "But... Princess!" She cried, she sounded hurt, confused. Lydia waved her away, still not looking at her. Mia reluctantly curtsied "As you wish my Lady." She shot a glare at Lily who was busy looking deeply into

her

Princess's eyes, stroking

her

Princess's face. Turning hotly on her heel, Mia left the room with haste, shutting the door harder than she ever had before. Lydia didn't notice, the sound of the door closing simply severed the final thread of restraint she had left.

Her lips met Lily's with great passion, she cried out as the maid's hand finally slid over her clitoris and along her opening, the Princess had never been touched there before, not by someone else. Their tongues danced with and caressed one another as the expert movements of the maid against her most sensitive flesh brought moans from Lydia's lips. Lily's fingers teased the Princess's opening, her free hand moving to her breast and pleasuring the nipple below the water as she leaned down and kissed the Princess's neck.

Lily was moaning too, the cries of the Princess and the feeling of closeness with such a beautiful girl had made her wet with desire. Lydia's hips were now moving against her hand and Lily savoured the sense of sexual control she had over the Princess's squirming body. She moved her thumb against the sensitive nub and her own arousal flared as the Princess responded by bucking into her, she could feel the wetness quivering beneath her touch.