The Princess Ch. 01

Literotic asexstories – The Princess Ch. 01 by PrincessJoni,PrincessJoni 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.

“Are you going to cum already Princess?” Lily whispered, her thumb gently rubbing the slick clitoris, her finger continuing to thrust in and out of the Princess’s tight vagina. “I think you are…” She could feel Lydia’s trembles increase steadily in intensity and frequency as she captured the Princess’s lips in her own again, each girl moaning into the other’s mouth.

Lydia’s back arched and twisted and she pressed her thighs together trapping Lily’s hand between them, all thoughts of her Mother were gone, now only thoughts of Lily were present when her eyes squeezed shut. “Yes Lily! Yes! Don’t stop!” She cried, her hand clutched Lily’s forearm and pressed it harder against herself, her other hand held onto Lily’s shoulder for support as her tongue continued to dance over the maid’s sweet lips.

The release was bliss incarnate, her whole body felt the effect of surging pleasure and emotion spreading from between her legs where Lily continued to rub and thrust. The first wave was explosive and blinding colours danced in her mind, she couldn’t open her eyes if she wanted to, she could hardly breathe as the sensations wracked her delicate frame. Then the next wave came, then the next, her fingers dug into Lily’s soft flesh perhaps too aggressively but she couldn’t help herself, overwhelmed tears fell from her eyes and down her cheeks. Then she felt Lily capture her lips again and tried in vain to kiss back but her strength had been drained by every muscle in her body as they tensed over and over. Finally the cries that were stuck in her throat were released and she screamed and cried and moaned, pausing only as every new wave of pleasure flushed through her body for a moment leaving her feeling more sensitive each time.

Lily watched in delight as the Princess clung to her, she ignored the pain from where the Princess’s nails had dug into her skin. The view was so beautiful and the hot sense of pride roared in her chest as the precious girl continued to buck and cry in her arms. “The Queen was right, you did need to be touched… badly.” She grinned in amusement as the Princess’s eyes opened at the mention of her Mother.

“Mama?” She said weakly, her head barely staying up, her hand still holding Lily’s hand against her, her body still shaking every few seconds.

“Yes, my sweet Princess.” She couldn’t resist dropping a gentle kiss onto the forehead of the sweet girl. “Your mother told me you weren’t feeling well because you were all… pent up.” Lily stroked Lydia’s nub again as she said it and the Princess’s hips spasmed. “She asked me to take care of you because she knows that I’m experienced with girls.”

The Princess still looked confused, her mind was dazed and the thoughts of her Mother while Lily’s hand still pressed between her legs both aroused and startled her. “Oh…” Was all she could muster. Lydia’s mind worked hard to process the words but all she could feel was immense satisfaction throughout her whole body and joy from being in Lily’s arms and… and some sadness, from somewhere. Perhaps it was that her Mother didn’t take care of her herself, or perhaps it was that the intimate moment with Lily now felt tainted, like she had been tricked – that she was a fool.

Lily must have read the melancholy in her face because she moved her hands beneath the Princess’s arms and pulled her into a passionate kiss. She savoured Lydia’s reinvigorated tongue before pulling away. “It was not a command, Princess.” She looked deeply into the Princess’s searching eyes. “Your mother asked me to help you, I did not have to.” She kissed Lydia again before pulling back a second time and she wiped the tears from Lydia’s cheeks that had formed during her orgasm. “I wanted to.” Lily pressed her forehead to the Princess’s.

A blush filled Lydia’s cheeks as she finally understood, and the emotion in her heart settled on happiness, and it was in the shape of Lily. Her hands found Lily’s face as she stared lovingly into her maid’s gentle eyes, simply enjoying the embrace. “Thank you.” She whispered.

After perhaps a few minutes of silence and soft kisses, Lily spoke. “Come then Princess, let’s get you dry.” The Princess was gently lifted out of the tub and her knees buckled as her feet pressed against the floor, she still felt weak from the orgasm. Lily noticed and held her firmly as she wrapped a towel around her and began to dry the soft ivory skin, constantly being interrupted by the Princess’s affectionate kisses whenever her face came close enough, she took the girl’s precious giggles as payment.

When she was dry, apart from her hair, the Princess wrapped her arms around Lily’s waist and pressed her cheek to her maid’s chest, Lily held her there and kissed the top of her head. The Princess’s hands fell slowly down Lily’s back until they cupped her ass and squeezed the soft cheeks, Lily gasped in response. Lydia turned her head and kissed the exposed skin of Lily’s neckline.

“It’s your turn. I want you to feel good too.” The words left the Princess’s mouth in hot breaths as she trailed her lips up Lily’s throat. Lily’s breath hitched and a moan escaped her when Lydia’s hand moved from her ass to her front, inching closer to her throbbing need.

It took every part of Lily’s wavering will to prevent the Princess’s hand from finding its target, she brought Lydia’s fingers to her lips and placed soft kisses on the Princess’s knuckles. Lydia looked up into her maid’s eyes curiously, expectantly. “You are very generous, my Princess… but I will be okay.” She lied, ignoring the desperate cry from between her legs. “You must get something to eat after such an eventful morning.” Her head pressed into the Princess’s hand as it began caressing her cheek.

“But I want to eat you.” The Princess moaned, like a child who had her toys taken away. Lily laughed and leaned in to kiss Lydia, whose grin showed that she was clearly pleased with her own wit.

“I meant food, Princess. If you pass out from lack of energy I could only blame myself, Mia surely would love to blame me too.”

“Mia…” The Princess breathed, remembering the way she had dismissed her handmaid. “I suppose I was quite rude to her, wasn’t I?” She pressed her head against Lily’s chest again, feeling guilty.

Her maid held her soothingly. “No one can blame you for being distracted in such heat.” Lily replied, her hand stroking Lydia’s wet hair. “And anyway, she will only blame me. Mia loves you, you should hear the way she talks about you in the maid’s chambers, how she boasts about being your handmaid.” Lydia looked up at Lily then, the increased affection for her handmaid cried out in her heart as she remembered the hurt in her voice before she left.

“I shall apologise to her anyway, she has always been a faithful servant and a loyal friend.” Lydia kissed Lily again, as if to tell her that she was more than a friend now.

Lily gave a gentle smile and said: “Good. While I am jealous of Mia for getting to spend so much time with you, I do not like to see her upset. She is like a little sister to me.” The maid softly broke the embrace with another quick kiss and then led the Princess to the table where her clothes for the day were laid out neatly. Lily slid the Princess’s pink lace panties up her legs until they covered her sweet pink sight. As she pulled them snug against the feminine shape, the Princess gasped and took Lily’s wrist and brought it within view.

“Did I do that?” The Princess was looking at the marks on Lily’s arm where she had dug her nails in during their intimate moment, her tone was worried, it melted Lily’s heart.

“It does not bother me Princess, I assure you. I know that you were not exactly thinking straight when you did it.” She met Lydia’s eyes but the Princess looked away, her expression solemn.

“First Mia, and now you… I am so selfish, hurting the girls that take care of me.” She dropped Lily’s wrist and turned away, her head drooping.

“Are you fishing for more affection, my Princess?” Lydia’s body tensed. “You only need to ask, and I will gladly give it to you.” Lily embraced the Princess from behind and held her firmly against herself, leaning in to kiss the top of her ear. “It is not just me and Mia that loves you, Princess. Every maid and serving girl talks about how you are the kindest and sweetest lady in the castle.”

Lydia blushed and turned so that her cheek pressed against Lily’s face, a smile creeped across her face. “Really?”

“Really.” Lily Kissed the soft cheek. “And the ladies too call you beautiful, they pine for you even when you are not there, the men do the same but I now feel quite certain that they don’t interest you, do they?”

The Princess’s smile increased. “No… they don’t.” An embarrassed giggle escaped her. Then she sighed at the feeling of Lily pressed against her and held Lily’s arm out again to look at the marks. She moved the damaged skin to her lips and kissed it softly, Lily’s soft moan raising the hairs on her neck. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“I told you, Princess, It really doesn’t bother me. If anything It’ll be a sweet reminder of our time together for the rest of this day.” Lydia spun to face her, a smile on her face, and kissed her defiantly.

“You won’t need a reminder. I would like you to stay with me today, come with me to breakfast.” Lydia’s hopeful offer made Lily’s heart flutter.

“I would if I could, my Princess. But I have other duties, other ladies to attend.” Lydia’s eyes widened in horror.

“Other ladies? But-” Lily didn’t let her continue, she pressed her into a passionate kiss, letting her tongue do the talking, not letting go until she felt the Princess’s tension subside.

“Yes, other ladies that I will make cups of tea for and listen to squabble about the most mundane happenings until my head falls off with boredom.” The two grinned at each other and giggled, their eyes never parting. “My kisses and touches belong to you now Princess. I am yours alone.”

The moment grew serious, the feeling in Lydia’s chest felt familiar, it felt similar to the one she kept for her Mother, but it was different. It was surrounded by the scent of Lily, it wore her face and offered her embrace, and the Princess knew she was in love. But she was too scared to say it, too frightened that Lily would… would… she didn’t know. But all this thinking was hurting her brain. She decided just to lean in and kiss Lily again with more passion than ever before.

When the two separated they were panting. Lydia’s leg had ridden up to Lily’s thigh and her hands were on the maid’s breasts, she was squeezing them gently. Lily was breathing hard and for the second time she had to muster the willpower to remove the Princess’s hands from her, and she did so with a heavy heart.

“Okay, now you really must get dressed or you’ll miss breakfast altogether.” Lily chuckled as the Princess did her best impression of a sad puppy begging for love, before helping her into her stockings and then her dress, a beautiful yellow gown embroidered with red jewels in the shape of flowers.

“Promise me one thing.” The Princess said, as Lily braided her now dry hair.

“Yes, Princess?” Lily replied, her masterful hands intertwining the long golden locks with ease.

“Come to my room this evening. I know I will be thinking about you all day and I cannot wait to see you until tomorrow.”

Lily paused her braiding and moved forward, placing her chin on the Princess’s shoulder, the sweet smell of her skin reminding her of fresh strawberries. “And what would we be doing if I came to your room this evening?” She felt glad as the Princess’s head leant against her own.

“We would make each other feel good, we would kiss and talk and fall asleep in each other’s arms.” The Princess said, a sensual lilt in her tone, then she smiled pleasantly as she imagined it.

“I would love that, my Princess.” Lily said truthfully. “But I do think we should ask your Mother first.” She watched the Princess closely, expecting her to protest, or at least question her, but she just nodded, her focus seemingly lost for a second.

“You’re right.” Lydia said “She is quite protective of me, I wouldn’t want her to walk in on us and assume you were taking advantage.” She turned and kissed Lily gently, reaching back to stroke her maid’s soft face.

The Princess’s words made Lily uneasy, her suggestion had been a sensible one but now she found she regretted it. What if the Queen thought she was taking advantage of the Princess anyway and forbid them from continuing their relationship? The Queen had only asked her to cure her daughter’s frustration, not to… fall in love with her while doing so. The fear was slowly embracing her so she wrapped her arms around Lydia’s waist for comfort, holding her like it would be the last time, not wanting to let go.

The Princess simply accepted the embrace as another of the many they had already shared that morning. “I will talk to her after breakfast. You may come with me if you like, or I can come and find you once it’s done?” Lydia stroked the arms around her waist, waiting for a response.

It would be better if I went with her, to help explain the situation fully, Lily thought. But the fear in her gut was strong. She was too worried about what the Queen would say, how she might look at her, how her nerves might make her fumble her words and settle the matter permanently against their desires. “Come and find me afterwards, Princess.” She whispered, her hands lightly squeezed the Princess and she once more inhaled the strawberry scent of her skin, trying to capture it in her memory. “I- I’m afraid I will be busy for most of the day.”

“Busy attending ladies?” The Princess teased as she giggled at her own innuendo. The sweet sound broke the tension in Lily’s stomach and she grinned, placing playful kisses all over the side of the sweet girl’s face, causing the Princess to giggle more as she tried to escape the tickling sensation.

Lily turned her and captured the girl’s lips in her own and the Princess’s body went lax in her arms, their tongues danced together once again, the steps now becoming familiar to each of them. Lily could no longer deny her love, it was bright and fully-bloomed in her heart, written in her reflection whenever she stared deeply into the Princess’s gaze.

The kiss finally ended, neither wanted it to end but they both knew they were pushing the boundaries of how long they could stay alone together without raising suspicion, if it had not already been raised. Lily finished the Princess’s braid in comfortable silence before slipping a jewelled heel onto each of the Princess’s feet and standing before her, feeling tense with thoughts of their imminent departure.

Lydia felt it too. They embraced one last time, their lips were pressed together for only a few seconds when a knock at the door jolted them apart and they hastily straightened their clothes.

The Princess cleared her throat. “Come Mia.” And her handmaid opened the door. Mia looked between their flushed faces, a blush of her own bloomed in her cheeks and her breath hitched. She swiftly looked down and curtsied.

“My Princess, breakfast is almost over. His Grace the King is wondering why you still haven’t come down and requested that I come and find you.” Mia stated with haste as though she wished to leave as quickly as possible. Her head rose with hesitation, her face looked sombre, beaten. The Princess’s guilty heart shattered at the sight; Lily felt criminal, seeing Mia so sad.

Lydia strode confidently toward the girl and without saying a word picked her up from below the waist and span her around, smiling brightly up at her. Mia gasped and held the Princess’s shoulders, worried that she would fall, but a few seconds later her previously melancholy eyes had lit up and she began to giggle. “Princess!” She cried, her wide grin seemed to glow with joy. Lily laughed now too, all the tension in the room was felled, as usual, by the Princess’s kind spirit.

“I will see you later, Lily. Lady Mia and I must go to breakfast at once!” The Princess said as she marched through the door, her focus on Mia who beamed down at her.

Lily continued to smile, she couldn’t stop if she tried. The warmth in her heart for the Princess glowed brighter than ever as she listened to the two laughing girls going down the hallway.

“I’m not a lady!” Mia cried.

“Oh yes you are!”

“Princess! Put me down before someone sees!”

“But I don’t want to!”

Then, as the Princess moved out of earshot, Lily’s heart sank. She remembered the Queen, and the fateful conversation the Princess would soon have with her, and the dreadful consequences that conversation might bring.