Amaryllis’ cheeks reddened as she looked at herself in the mirror of the drawing room. At Queen’s Leana’s behest Amaryllis had donned the gown The Queen had given her. It was a sheer, flowing gown made of a material that shone with the same nacre-like opalescence of the palace walls around her. “Sheer” was perhaps generous. Apart from covering her body in a sparkling rainbow-sheen, the garment did nothing to hide her curves. That material hugged the slope of her teardrop breasts, curved in and back around the roundness of her belly, before expanding over hips and widening as it flowed down to the floor.  

Amaryllis bit her lip and felt her pace quicken as she noted that her nipples and the curve of her womanhood were both plainly visible in the growing, early-morning light streaming through the drawing room windows.

The garment was an improvement over the burr-covered, roughspun robe. She no longer looked to herself like a parody of a princess, but she still did not look quite royal. She straightened her back, pushed her chest forward, and held her shoulders back. Her blush deepened as she noted how prominently the posture displayed her breasts. 

Queen Leana, standing a few feet behind, sighed approvingly. The Queen was still dressed in the black and red-gold dress Amaryllis had seen her wearing when they first met. The straight angles of the garment’s epaulettes and lapels made it look so much more capable and powerful than her own. The skirt and sleeves of The Queen’s dress also clung close to her body, but they followed the straight, angular lines of The Queen’s own form. Queen Lena looked like a weapon ready for war; Amaryllis, meanwhile, gave the impression of a soft and alluring treat to be enjoyed. 

“Excellent,” The Queen remarked as she leaned over Amaryllis. The Queen’s over-long arms bent out and back as she tapped her own jaw contemplatively. Her gaze wandered over The Princess’ form. 

Amaryllis shuddered as she watched The Queen’s enormous, almond eyes glance over her. The Queen’s angular features tightened even further into a half-smile, revealing the tips of several thin teeth. She had not noticed before, but The Queen’s irises were dimly visible as thin halos in the golden, glowing eyes. 

Amaryllis reflexively raised her arm to shield her breasts and moved a hand to cover her womanhood, but, before she could fully cover herself, The Queen let out a sharp tut tut. “Today will be your first appearance in court,” The Queen continued, extending a long finger and pressing against Amaryllis’ arm, indicating more than forcing it to drop. Amaryllis’ eyes widened in panic, but when they met The Queen’s eyes, she allowed her limb to fall to her side, leaving her breasts in view. Denying The Queen while caught in the withering heat of her gaze seemed impossible.   

“Today, preparations are being made for Litha, so few will be in attendance, but you will meet Lady Cliona.” The Queen said the name gravely, as if it should bear some special significance. “It will be your first opportunity to demonstrate proper deference to a superior member of court. Apart from myself, of course.” The Queen extended her finger again and pressed gently on Amaryllis’s other arm. 

The Princess looked up helplessly into The Queen’s gaze. Her cheeks burned. She could feel the blood already beginning to gather between her legs–could feel herself swelling–and knew her arousal would be impossible for Queen Leana to miss behind the sheer material. She felt the tip of The Queen’s hooked nail press deeper into her skin. She resisted as long as she could–melting in the taller woman’s gaze like ice in midsummer sun–and then dropped her arm.  

“There will be few to witness any failings on your part, but Lady Cliona is militant to a fault, and has no love for The Fomoraigh. It is critical that you show yourself to be tame and pliant;” Queen Leana smiled approvingly and made a sweeping gesture to indicate Amaryllis’ soft form and relaxed arms. Her gaze and gesture ended their arcs on Amaryllis’ womanhood. 

Amaryllis turned her face away to stare at the opalescent floor. “This is undignified. I am the Heir to Throne Ogh’ir. I am The Crown Princess of the Sinnach.” She stamped her foot reflexively. Anger surged through her as again she heard only the soft thud of her slippered foot on the stone floor rather than the smart rap of her heels. The anger quickly gave way to a deeper ache for her home and the comfort of Castle Ogh’ir.  “No! I am High Queen of the Sinnach Empire. My father is dead!” Amaryllis’ eyes widened in shock as she heard her own words. Her mouth hung open in shock. 

The weight of the statement pressed down on her body like a flood. She needed to embody not just the royalty of her position as princess, she needed to be the living manifestation of her entire line. She remembered the cool authority with which her father had entered a room. The way her voice caught when she attempted to speak around him. She had nothing of that, she knew. She saw tears beginning to gather at the edges of her vision. 

Even Queen Leana paused for a moment. “Poor girl, your father is dead, and your foremother banished.” The older woman’s voice was a humming coo. The Queen crooked a finger and hooked it under Amaryllis’ chin. With the same firm gentleness, she guided the shorter woman’s chin up until their gazes met. There was a softness on her narrow lips and around her long, angular eyes. Was it pity she saw in the older woman’s face, Amaryllis wondered?

Amaryllis felt her cheeks redden again. The prospect of being pitied made her stomach turn. She imagined her mother’s disapproving gaze. She needed to be opulent, to inspire awe and deference, not pity and tenderness. Yet still, looking into Queen Leana’s eyes as they glowed in the early morning light, she found herself desperately wanting the older woman’s tenderness.

“This dress is not beneath you,” Queen Leana stated mildly, as if she were observing the weather. 

For a moment, Amaryllis’ anger began to sprout and grow in her chest again, but The Queen’s fiery gaze quickly wilted her defiance again.  

“You are alone. No one is coming to rescue you or protect you. No champion.” The Queen extended her long fingers and hooked them around Amaryllis’ jaw, taking in the tears glistening in the younger woman’s eyes. 

Amaryllis felt a familiar hazy heat wash over her as she bathed in the older woman’s gaze. She needed to be a princess. She tried to raise her shoulders, but they felt heavy and lethargic. For a moment the image of Bridget, covered in mud and looking up at her like a beaten puppy, swam into her mind. She bit down on her lip and tried to force the image and her tears back down. 

The Queen’s brow furrowed softly, and she nodded at the younger woman, agreeing with words Amaryllis had left unsaid. “You have no one to safeguard your claim to your little mortal throne. Worse yet, you are the heir to a cursed line–guilty of violating your banishment. By rights you should be dead.” Queen Leana, still cupping Amaryllis’ jaw, extended a long, narrow thumb to gently wipe away a tear as it rolled down the Princess’ cheek. “It is only by my grace and through my protection that you will be spared. You are indebted to me for this, are you not?”

Amaryllis was straining to contain waves of sobs. Her knight was gone. Amaryllis had broken her. She had not lived up to her titles. She was a princess in name only. “Yes, Your Majesty,” she said, still staring into The Queen’s eyes.

The Queen smiled widely and Amaryllis saw her even rows of narrow teeth. The Princess’ eyes widened as she noted that The Queen had no canines, only innumerable in little incisors. “That’s a good girl,” The Queen cooed. 

All thoughts of The Queen’s strangeness were banished with the praise, as spikes of pleasure flowed down The Princess’ spine. For a moment she forgot about Bridget, about Kettenbach. The waves of sobs threatening to overtake her subsided. 

“You are indebted to me. Grateful that I will be your protector and guardian.” The Queen took her other hand and gently ran her hooked nails along the younger woman’s scalp. Amaryllis shuddered in the older woman’s grip.  “And you have sworn to obey me, already, have you not?” 

The Princess nodded before considering the question consciously, but as her head was bobbing she did manage to locate the memory of swearing obedience to The Queen. She saw more than felt the little girl sobbing in The Queen’s arms, dressed in pathetic rags, and begging for relief. 

The Queen nodded again, responding to Amaryllis’ unspoken half of their conversation. “That’s right.” 

Amaryllis shivered again. The Queen seemed to know her before she knew herself. The idea thrilled and terrified her. She pressed her thighs together desperately hoping to catch and hide her growing arousal, but failed. It had already risen out of reach. Against her womanhood, she felt only the faintest friction of the thin material of her skirt and the warm air beneath. She shuddered visibly in embarrassment and excitement. 

The Queen laughed openly at her. There was genuine joy in the noise, but it was mocking all the same.

Faintly, Amaryllis could recognize some voice inside her protesting. She needed to be a princess, a queen. Her shoulders shouldn’t be slumped dumbly like this. She should not be staring, her lips parted absently. None of those concerns felt real, though, in face of the heat on her face and between her legs.

The taller woman’s laughter subsided, and she paused to scan Amaryllis’ face. Slowly, the edge of The Queen’s mouth turned up and her almond eyes narrowed in disgust. “Then I demand you cease being a petulant child.” 

Amaryllis’ brow furrowed. Everything in Amaryllis balked at the insult. “I am no child!” Amaryllis’ voice sounded shrill and frail even to her own ears. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

The Queen’s disgust softened into a subtle half-smile, “You are a child,” she stated firmly, holding Amaryllis’ gaze a moment longer. “Some twenty-odd years might mean something to mortals, but that is a fly’s life to mine.” She released the younger woman’s jaw and moved a pace away. 

Amaryllis felt dizzy, suddenly freed from The Queen’s sweltering gaze. She blinked and shook her head, almost stumbling on her weary legs as she did. 

Queen Leana began to circle Amaryllis, her heels clicking one, and then another, as she slowly moved. She was studying the younger woman’s body again. “Tell me; what would happen if you left my care?”

Amaryllis felt the Queen’s gaze on her back. She could feel it run along her body just as much as she would if the older woman were using her hand–cupping her breast, trailing a finger along the round curve of her belly. Her blush deepened.  

Considering The Queen’s question, unease began to brew in her gut. Amaryllis imagined wandering the streets of this city, or The God’s Wood. Even if she could use her magic on the otherworldly beings she encountered–unlikely with only a single knuckle bone in her robe pocket–she knew she would not be able to secure food and shelter. She would not be able to travel any great distance or find her way. Bridget had always been the one to see to her needs and care. She had never in her life prepared a meal for herself, she realized. The coiling discomfort at the pit of her stomach expanded into cold panic; she began to feel lightheaded. Desperately, she tried to push it down. “I might find some champion to protect me,” she offered. She tried to make it sound convincing, straightening her shoulders as she spoke.  

By then Queen Leana had made a full circle. She paused to meet the shorter woman’s eyes before dropping her gaze between the younger woman’s legs. 

Amaryllis had softened somewhat, but under the woman’s attention she felt herself twitch again. The Princess’ pulse quickened in embarrassment. 

Queen Leana caught Amaryllis’ gaze again, the same half-smile still on the older woman’s lips. “You don’t believe that.”

Placed under the heat of The Queen’s gaze, Amaryllis’ cheeks burned again. “I can be convincing when need be, Your Majesty.”

“I have not known that to be the case.” The Queen’s smile widened and her eyes narrowed again–not in disgust–there was something softer there along the edges.  

Amaryllis shivered. She was menaced more by this expression than the disgust. The insult stung her ego, but part of her welcomed it. Despite herself, she wanted the older woman to lay her bare. Open her like a hope chest and strip out every pretense of dignity and power. 

“You’re scared. You do not know how you would survive on your own.” The Queen’s statements were firm, neutral observations, but the accuracy of the older woman’s statements cut deeply into Amaryllis. All the while, Queen Leana was searching the younger woman’s face. 

Amaryllis tried to summon some royal poise. She closed her eyes and searched her chest for the warm red light that resided there. The light was there but distant. She felt the older woman tap her chin, and Amaryllis opened her eyes to the radiance of The Queen’s eyes. Any other light was lost. 

The Queen smiled approvingly. “Would it not be so much easier to entrust yourself to me?” the older woman cooed. 

“Yes.” The word slipped out of her mouth before she realized what she was saying. “Your Majesty,” she scrambled to add. Her eyes were wide, and her ears were ringing. The reality of what she had just said was still rolling over her. She felt herself begin to swell again and hoped desperately that her arousal would escape The Queen’s notice.    

The Queen leaned in closer, towering over Amaryllis. “Very good girl. See? Not so hard to acknowledge that reality.” Her glowing eyes bored into Amaryllis’. The Queen nodded. The Princess’ face gave all the confirmation the older woman wanted.  

The Princess was beginning to ache again between her legs. “I need…” Amaryllis’ thoughts were swimming, “to be careful.” That was almost right, Amaryllis thought. It was very nearly what she had meant to say. 

“So true, you are in a great deal of danger.” The Queen nodded in agreement. “That is why it is so very important that you listen to me.” 

Amaryllis’ brow furrowed. Something was wrong with The Queen’s words, she knew, but between the hazy heat in her head and the needy swelling of her cock, Amaryllis could not work out what. She noticed then that Queen Leana’s eyebrow was raised expectantly and her smile was fading. “Yes, Your Majesty,” she rushed to respond. 

“Yes, what?” The Queen added her words clipped and stern. 

“It is important to listen to you, Your Majesty.” 

“Good girl,” The Queen cooed.

Amaryllis twitched and shuddered openly. The desire to hide quickly fading away. 

“And you do want to please me, and be my treasured object, don’t you?” The Queen extended her hand again to cup The Princess’ jaw. 

“Yes, Your Majesty,” she breathed. The words flowed into the younger woman without any protest this time. Amaryllis ached to be treasured and wanted. 

The Queen shook her head gently, “Say it.” Her voice was firm but kind. 

“I want to please you and be yours, Your Majesty” Amaryllis’ voice was a hoarse whisper.  

“That’s a good girl,” The Queen cooed happily, her smile widening. 

Amaryllis shivered as another wave of pleasure, more powerful than the last, rolled down her spine. Faintly she sensed some voice of alarm at the back of her mind. Spitefully, she pushed it away. 

“Then it seems to me that this gown is precisely at your station. You should be available to please at all times.” The Queen glanced down again. Amaryllis was now straining against the narrow material of her gown. A spot of dampness was already visible at the tip of her womanhood. “And we both know how much you want that.” The Queen added firmly, returning her gaze to the shorter woman. 

The Princess attempted to turn her gaze away, but The Queen grabbed her jaw. This time she did not guide and was not gentle. Gripping either side of The Princess’ jaw hard between her thumb and forefinger, The Queen forced Amaryllis to meet her gaze again. “You are beneath me.” 

“I am beneath you, Your Majesty” Amaryllis assented. Her cheeks burned and her thighs trembled. 

“And you are here at my pleasure–for my pleasure. You will wear what I bid you, and do what I bid you.” The Queen, still holding Amaryllis’ jaw, stroked Amaryllis’ cheek gently with her other hand. 

The Princess’ heart was pounding in her ears. She felt herself twitch and bounce helplessly in the air. She opened her mouth to respond, desperately trying to collect the sea of heat in her head into coherent thoughts. “Ahh,” she moaned. Her eyes widened in embarrassment. 

“Good girl, that sounds like a yes to me.” The Queen cooed. 

Amaryllis shuddered visibly again. 

“Now, as I was saying, today you will meet Lady Cliona. She has the power to force my hand. If you behave as a petulant child around her–if you show yourself to be disobedient and disrespectful–a threat to The Four Courts like your foremother,” The Queen’s grip on Amaryllis’ jaw softened. “She can demand your execution, and I will be able to do little to save you then. Do you understand?”

Amaryllis’ head was swimming. She did not understand. She was still in danger? Everything in her protested at that. The heat and intensity in her cheeks was fading, as a familiar anxiety brewed in her stomach. She wanted it gone. She wanted to just feel the shivers of pleasure and heat in her cheeks. She wanted, desperately, not to have to think about the executioner's axe waiting for her around every corner. She nodded. “I understand, Your Majesty. Please, Your Majesty…”

The Queen placed the index finger of her free hand against the younger woman’s mouth. “You will need to show yourself to be tame and pliant.”

Amaryllis nodded eagerly, bumping her head stupidly against The Queen’s grip. She felt the older woman’s hooked nail catch her lower lip and fought the urge to lick it.

Queen Leana laughed again in the same adoring, mocking tone. “That means you will speak when spoken to. If you are asked a question, you will respond–not before.” The Queen lifted her hand away from The Princess’ jaw and stared into the younger woman’s eyes for a long moment, waiting expectantly. 

Amaryllis’ brow furrowed. She parted her lips and saw The Queen raise an eyebrow quizzically. She shut her mouth. 

The Queen relaxed her posture, standing straight to observe the woman below her. “Good girl. See, you’re making such good progress already. I think you deserve a little reward, don’t you?”

Amaryllis’ heart skipped a beat. 

Queen Leana’s eyes drifted between Amaryllis’ legs. The Princess was still swollen with desire. The Queen smiled. “That must be so embarrassing. Just having that dancing where everyone can see?”

Amaryllis’ cheeks were burning with more than arousal now. The words felt like a slap to her face. She had never been embarrassed by her body in life. Her parents had known she was a woman since birth and her every need had been seen to. She parted her lips again to protest. 

The Queen raised an eyebrow, smiling smugly. 

Amaryllis bit her tongue. 

“I know mortal lines produce moon-touched children often enough, and it would be little surprise to see Elatha’s line produce such an heir. Mortal bodies are so often infirm.” The Queen mused, indifferently, still looking hungrily at Amaryllis’ womanhood. 

Amaryllis was biting her lip now. She hadn’t heard that phrase in a decade or more, and never in such a tone. In as much as it was mentioned at all in her house, being moon-touched was a blessing from the barrow spirits, a sign that the child would be exceptionally talented in the magical arts. 

“It simply is not very subtle is it?” The Queen reached down between Amaryllis’ legs and with a too-long finger flicked her womanhood. Amaryllis felt the ache of it as The Queen pressed it down, her pulse fighting against the older woman’s finger. When The Queen released it, it slapped against her belly and bounced obscenely several times, sending shocks of pleasure up her spine.    

“Eeck,” Amaryllis cried out. She was ready to stamp her foot when she caught The Queen’s gaze again. She relaxed her leg. 

The Queen nodded. “You’ve never wondered what it would be like?” The older woman released her grip on Amaryllis’ jaw and flattened her skirt against her hips, revealing only the barest hint of a curve between her legs. 

Amaryllis’ eyes widened at the sight, before she glanced down at the floor. 

“You were asked a question, girl.” The Queen demanded sternly. 

“I have, Your Majesty,” she whined. None of the other noble girls she had been raised with had been moon-touched. She had been around them constantly throughout her youth. They had studied together, learned to embroider, slept in the same suites, and practiced arts on one another. Of course she had wondered. 

“You have never imagined being a sheath to some noble heir’s sword?” The Queen asked, smiling. 

“I certainly have,” Amaryllis tried and failed to bite back a retort, “and I’m more than capable of it.” Besides, she thought, when she played at being a “sheath” in her bed, she was usually imagining some strapping warrior or dashing bandit making off with her, not some soft noble. Amaryllis smiled in self-satisfaction. Her head was beginning to clear. 

The Queen’s narrow mouth contracted, and her gaze bore into the younger woman. 

Amaryllis diverted her gaze to the floor again. “I have, Your Majesty.” She was already regretting the retort.  

“Good girl,” The Queen replied approvingly. She began to pace around Amaryllis again. “I’m well aware that you have a hole,” Her gaze fell on The Princess’ buttocks, and she smiled, “and I will forgive your eagerness to announce how well you enjoy it being used.”

Amaryllis blushed furiously. She disliked her defiance being turned into an embarrassing admission. 

“But you know that’s not what I meant.” The Queen paused, looking at The Princess expectantly. 

“I do know, Your Majesty.” Amaryllis allowed. 

The Queen leaned down to gaze directly into the younger woman’s eyes. “And you have wondered. Have you not?”

She had. Often enough when she imagined a lover inside her, she did not dream of a cock between her legs. The Princess’ cheeks burned. She wanted to retort, to spit in her face. In the glow of Her Majesty’s eyes, the lethargic heat was beginning to return. “Yes, Your Majesty.” 

“Good girl, what if I let you have that?” The Queen asked.

Amaryllis’ eyes went wide in surprise. Her gut turned in excitement or fear–she no longer knew–as the liquid golden warmth dripped down her spine. She was not sure what the older woman meant. 

“Since you are so adept at imagining what it would be like to have someone between your legs, it should be relatively easy.” The Queen smiled, studying the younger woman’s face.  

Amaryllis’ heart skipped a beat. She balked to admit the fact, but she did long to know that feeling. 

“You can, can you not? Picture in your mind what it would feel like to take another inside you the way I can?” The Queen placed her hand between her own legs as she searched the younger woman’s face expectantly. 

Amaryllis could feel herself swell in response. She caught The Queen’s gaze and nodded. 

“Imagine them parting your lips–your wetness around them. You want that, do you not, little one?” The Queen’s golden eyes were pouring heat into her now–wave upon wave. 

Amaryllis nodded. “Yes, Your Majesty,” she responded. Her voice was breathy and faint. She closed her eyes in frustration and embarrassment hearing it. The ache was growing again between her legs. She had not felt this needy since she had first explored her body years ago. 

“Good girl, can you imagine how achingly full you would feel? The pressure of it between your hips?” Queen Leana’s voice was a low, buzzing hum.

Amaryllis nodded again. She was twitching against her sheer gown again. She needed to be touched. She needed release. 

“The pleasure of them pressed to the hilt against you.” The Queen reached down and grasped the tip of Amaryllis’ womanhood and pressed it against the younger woman’s belly. 

Amaryllis gasped and shuddered. She felt dizzy. 

“That’s right, treasure. Wouldn’t that be nice to feel with each thrust inside you?” Queen Leana hummed warmly. 

Amaryllis’ lower lip was twitching desperately, her breathing shallow and desperate. She nodded furiously, not trusting herself to speak. 

“Good, I want you to hold on to all of those sensations and put them in your mouth.” The Queen's request was bright, higher than before, as if the amused laughter the older woman was holding back was showing in her voice.

Amaryllis’ brow furrowed and her eyes widened. She could feel the sensations The Queen was describing, they felt frighteningly, achingly, real. She turned her attention to her tongue, already thick in her mouth, and felt a tingle there as well. 

The Queen raised her index finger to her own mouth and bit hard on the tip. Her narrow teeth easily sliced through the thin skin. Bright gold blood issued from the wound one glittering teardrop at a time. She turned her hand to the younger woman and placed her index and middle finger on the younger woman’s still-trembling lower lip. 

Amaryllis gasped as The Queen’s heat touched her. Another wave of hazy warmth, more intense than before, was spreading from her lip into her lower jaw. 

“It can be just like you imagined. Feeling her pressing on your lower lips.” The older woman rubbed her fingers from side to side smearing the golden liquid against Amaryllis’ lip. 

The Princess’ eyes fluttered, and a moan escaped her lips. She wanted to clamp a hand to her face and hide her desperation, but she would not dare push away The Queen’s hand. Unable to keep herself from licking the older woman’s fingers, Amaryllis felt the hot liquid on her tongue. The overwhelming sweetness of berries along with something grassier washed over Amaryllis. Her vision blurred. 

“Feeling her enter you?” The Queen pushed her fingers into the younger woman’s mouth, pushing her tongue down and forcing open her mouth. 

Amaryllis let out another moan, louder and more desperate, impossible to hide with her mouth forced open. She felt The Queen’s heat on her tongue. It was burning now, spreading rapidly into her cheek and her head. Her thoughts swam uselessly in the sweltering blaze. The sensation was everything she had imagined when she played with herself in bed and more. She ached, desperate to have more of The Queen inside of her. She realized she was still moaning, but did not care.  

The Queen cupped the younger girl’s jaw with her thumb and ring finger and closed The Princess’ mouth, turning the long open-backed vowel of the girl’s moan into a desperate hum. Queen Leana began to gently slide her index and middle finger forward and back in Amaryllis’ mouth. “How full you feel with her inside you?” 

The Princess was straining and twitching against her sheer gown. She could feel herself dripping now down her own length, but all that seemed distant. Her mouth was quickly becoming the entirety of her world.   

“Are you ready to feel that same pleasure of her sinking into you to the hilt?” The Queen used her grip to tilt up The Princess’ head, forcing the younger woman to look up into her eyes. 

The Princess felt another wave of withering heat rush into her and flow across her body as she met The Queen’s glowing golden eyes. She nodded dumbly as best she was able with The Queen’s fingers in her cunt–mouth, she corrected the thought. “Mouth” still seemed wrong though. Her vision and thoughts swam dizzyingly. 

“You want to feel that so bad don’t you, little one?” The Queen cooed. 

Amaryllis twitched desperately in her gown. 

“Good girl, letting your tongue be just as sensitive as your little tip” The Queen slid her fingers deep into the younger woman’s mouth, almost into her throat. 

Amaryllis convulsed. Bright blooms of pleasure erupted on her tongue as The Queen pressed deep inside her. Her thighs shook, and she moaned openly around her fingers. She felt a tickle of drool run down her jaw. Her eyes were watering. 

The Queen pulled her fingers back, till the tips were against the tip of Amaryllis’ tongue. “What a desperate little thing.” The Queen observed warmly taking in The Princess’ bright red face. “See how good you can feel when you’re tame and pliant for me?” 

Amaryllis nodded desperately, a tear rolling down her cheek. She did not care to be royal or opulent any longer. She wanted to be good. 

“That’s my little treasure,” The Queen cooed, sliding her fingers back, deep into Amaryllis. 

The younger woman moaned and shook. She could feel herself spilling against her gown. She felt her legs begin to collapse under her. Before she could fall, The Queen’s arm was bracing her own forcing her to stand as she twitched and spasmed. 

“There. That’s it.” The Queen continued to coo. “No need to pretend around me. I know what you are.” 

The Queen slid her fingers out of Amaryllis’ mouth, long threads of drool extending between them for a moment. Then, gradually, Queen Leana guided Amaryllis to the floor, allowing the younger woman to rest on the soft carpet. 

For a few long moments, Amaryllis caught her breath, completely spent and floating on waves of euphoria. 

“Good, I am glad we have made you ready for court.” The Queen extended herself to her full height, towering over Amaryllis’ crumpled form. “I am much more confident you will know your place when speaking with Lady Cliona. You will prove yourself pleasing, won’t you?” The older woman met Amaryllis’ gaze and smiled. 

Amaryllis shivered. “Yes, Your Majesty. I will.” Amaryllis still felt dizzy, like she was emerging from a dream. 

“And remember. Whatever she asks, you will not deny her. Do you understand?” The Queen's mouth was beginning to part, displaying rows of neat incisors. 

“I understand, Your Grace,” she responded. 

“Good, go clean yourself up and put on a fresh gown,” The Queen ordered, smiling as she observed the translucent wetness soaking the front of The Princess’ gown and running down the length of her shaft.