From: Son Gohan Date: Sat Feb 10, 2001 7:44 am Subject: Can't Take Them Anywhere (1/1) - f/f sex0r, El Hazard The nation of Roshtaria had sent an embassy fitting of its cultural and social advancement to negotiate and sign treaties related to commerce and military alliances with the lands of Kadath and Celephais; the courtiers and artists demonstrated the nation's heights, while its ambassadors and diplomats met their counterparts with all proper gravity. The pinnacle of the embassy's retinue were the princesses Rune Venus and Fatora, come to preside over the events and ensure that all went smoothly. Princess Rune took to the polite and subtle maneuverings naturally; but problems would arise with the other royal present.. *** Fatora yawned, and leaned her head on one hand, looking at the traditional folk dancers of Celephais perform the intricate dances of their myth cycles. 'More damned dancers,' she thought, 'don't they ever stop dancing here?' She ran her eyes over the other inhabitants of the dignitaries' pavilion; as she figured, Rune was watching the dancers with polite boredom while even the native representatives were starting to doze off. An idea blossoming in her mind, she glanced back towards the guards; they, too, had been growing weary of this endless procession of culture events. "Hmm.." A wicked little smirk came to her lips, and she gently nudged forwards with her toe. The violet-tressed young servant girl seated at the junior princess's feet started awake with a little cry of surprise. Turning her face up towards the princess, lower lip pooching out slightly, she said "Fatorasama?" Fatora answered the pleading tone with a slight raise of an eyebrow and a slight increase in the width of her smirk. "Alielle," she replied, giving a slight acknowledging nod. Alielle's lips formed a silent O, and she turned her head slightly, raising an eyebrow herself. Fatora nodded once, and flicked her eyes over towards the risers leading down from the pavilion. Alielle returned the nod, breaking into an evil grin of her own, and rose to her feet to follow the princess as she began to walk with all due ceremony towards the side of the platform. A minor irritation in the form of a guard confronted the pair as they made their stately way towards the exit. "Can I ask where you're going, your highness?" the officer said, accent thick but quite comprehensible. Dipping his hat and making a half-bow, he added, "We don't want t' be a trouble, we-" Fatora cut the man off, lifting her nose and declaring haughtily, "If you truly -do- wish to know..." She straightened herself upwards, making quite the production of looking down her nose at the man, "I am fatigued, and wish to rest in my chambers." The man glanced at Alielle and opened his mouth slightly, but a raised arm from the princess put a stop to that before it could get started. Then, as she marched imperiously past, Alielle tugged down an eyelid and poked her tongue out at the guard. As the pair left the grand hall, his shoulders slumped slightly. "Don't we all," he muttered wearily. *** The oaken doors to the royal guests' bedchamber flew open with an ancient creak, and began to close as the pair made their way into the luxuriously appointed room. Fatora glanced around in disapproval of the spareness of the chambers furnishings, while Alielle hurried over to jump up onto the bed and kick off her sandals. "Hmmm," said the princess, stroking her chin with her fingertips and looking about with a neutral expression. "This is such a pitiful little hovel, is it not, Alielle?" "Uh-huhhhh," agreed the youthful concubine, rubbing one foot and stretching out her toes as she looked over at Fatora, waiting for a signal that she was certain would come. Fatora folded one arm close to herself, and allowed herself a smug smile, before pointing over towards Alielle with the other. "Then I suppose we'll have to brighten it up a bit, don't you think?" She lifted her head slightly, giving Alielle a smouldering glance. The response was a cheerful squeal from the purplehaired girl, as she undid the scarlet sash around her usual linen tunic. With a well-practiced flick of the arm, she threw it aside, leaning back on her hands and crossing her legs slowly, returning the glance with a coquettish wink. Fatora's expression turned into a smug smirk as her companion performed quite satisfactorially, quite satisfactorally indeed. She walked leisurely over towards the bed, sitting down, kicking off her slippers and removing her cap, tossing it aside with another almost reflexive twist of the arm. Leaning back against the pillows provided for her comfort, she folded her hands behind her head and said, "Attend to me, Alielle," with a relaxed sigh. Her legs spread apart underneath the embroidered robes. Alielle dove down to the bedspread's sheets and began to move aside and upwards the ceremonious vestments, pink eyes shining with desire. Not speaking a word, she ducked her face down to slide along Fatora's thigh, feeling the faint brush of the downlike hair there with a lilting sigh of familiarity. Then she let out a pleased little squeak as she found the royal cleft to be uncovered, saving her an annoying ten second delay before she could partake in the luscious treat. "Mmmm!" said Fatora as she felt the soft lips of Alielle brush against her cleft, toes curling and uncurling slightly as the pleasant tingles propagated through her body. Allowing her eyes to slide shut, she luxuriated in the sensation as the well-trained tongue began to slide along her. The nagging aching itch of desire started to flow into the warm flush of arousal, and the wet lappings of Alielle made the royal cleft begin to moisten. "Are you enjoying your duties, Alielle?" she asked, tone lilting and playful. Alielle lifted her face from the royal peach and said, with a blissful sigh, "Yes, Fatorasama.." The steamy breath of the dutiful little minx made up for the momentary loss of her tongue, and she plunged back in with renewed effort, so Fatora had little to complain about. With a warm chuckle, the princess said, "You are skilful as always... mmh, a little higher, now.." She turned her head and let out a sigh of her own, cheeks beginning to flush as she was tasted and bathed by the violet-tressed girl's tongue. The tongue's lickings and teasings went higher, and began to slide between the outer lips as Alielle pressed her face closer to Fatora's cleft, inhaling the scent of sweat and arousal with a conoisseur's enjoyment. Deciding to be daring, she rested her lips around the warm fold of skin concealing the princess's nub, and suckled upon it lightly, eyes sliding shut in sensual enjoyment. "Oooh!" Fatora bit her lower lip slightly at the abrupt tingle from her flesh, tensing slightly and then letting out a sigh. One hand slid from behind her head and went down to rest upon the loyally-attending servant girl, stroking her hair lazily as the royal libido was fed. Alielle's cheeks blossomed a soft pink as her head was stroked, the natural arousal mingling agreeably with the flush of being praised for her service. Leaving the cleft of Fatora's sex for now, she continued suckling upon the warm fold of skin, her tongue slipping up to lick at the opening as she felt the small nub within begin to emerge. Fatora's face tightened for a moment, mouth parting in a silent gasp, as the teasings continued along her tender nub, feeling with almost agonizing sensitivity each caress of Alielle's warm and moist mouth. "Mmmh, gently, Alielle," she husked as she continued toying with the light purple hair, eyes closed in a reverie of pleasure. "Mmhmm," the smaller girl responded, snuggling in closer to Fatora's crotch as she let the tender and swollen nub be for a moment. Her pert nose sniffed lightly, inhaling the slightly changed bouquet of female arousal, the warmth against her face telling her the nearness of the princess to her climax; then, feeling the small sensitive nub of flesh against her upper lip, she captured it between both and sucked on it energetically. "Nnh!" Fatora twitched slightly, lifting off her pillows and biting her lower lip again. A soft groan came from her lips as the wave of tension dissipated, inhaling raspily as the pleasant naughty tingles from Alielle's tending of her sex grew again. "Very nice," she murmured, pressing the servant's head downwards slightly and closer to her, eyes squeezing shut. So close... Alielle, well-attuned to her patron's cycles and nuances, slowed her lips' stroking along the tiny bit of tender flesh. Taking a deep breath and feeling her heart flutter lightly at the steaming closeness of the air, she slid her lips apart and downwards.. her soft pink tongue running out to wrap around the tender nub. *** The Celephaian ambassador nudged his aide slightly, and murmured, "Did you hear something?" The bored and dozing aide snapped to attention at once, and leaned over closer to the elder statesman. "Hear what, milord?" "I could have sworn I heard some kind of cry. Are the falcons being sulky again, do you think?" The middle-aged civil servant nodded. "Must be, milord." Princess Rune wiped her forehead with a soft cloth, looking faintly pained. 'If only it was the falcons,' she thought. 'At least they're being discreet. For them, at any rate.' *** Alielle lay on her side, licking her lips slightly and looking flushed and a bit weary, her soft skin slightly moist with sweat and the occasional trace of other, more intimate fluids. Fatora, meanwhile, adjusted her robes and looked smugly at the servant girl, sweeping some of her long chestnut hair back from her face with a graceful motion of the arm. "You were quite impressive, Alielle," she said, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Quite impressive indeed.." The smaller girl blushed slightly, and beamed upwards. "Thank you, Fatorasama.. you were delicious.." She stifled a little giggle, quirking an eyebrow at the princess playfully. Which evoked a soft regal chuckle. "And you have excellent taste.." She began to roll back one sleeve of the robes, deliberately looking at that instead of towards her loyal fellow-pervert. Alielle oohed faintly, sitting up and clasping her hands to her chest, looking at the princess with an excited and anticipatory expression on her face. "But you're the one who tasted excellent, Fatorasama!" They both had a moment's laughter at that, and then Fatora raised an eyebrow at Alielle, smirking lazily. "I'm feeling a bit hungry myself, Alielle. Why don't you tell me what you would have for me to eat?" Alielle giggled coyly and leaned back, reaching under her chest and cupping her breasts to lift up a bit. "I have these," she said, running a fingertip over each nipple to make them stand out all the more and send a tingling shiver down her own spine. "And this.." She lifted her knees, legs spreading apart as she reached down to part the lips of her cleft, showing the princess the moist, pink flesh within. Fatora's smirk grew into a lecherous grin as she was given Alielle's little show. "Hmmm..." She stroked her chin, looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "I suppose that I'd have to take..." Her lips parted in a wicked grin, and she lunged at Alielle. "THIS!" Alielle let out a squeal of delight as she fell backwards, Fatora pressing herself down on her and leaning her neck over to nibble at her earlobe. "Ooo! Fatorasamaaa.. ooh, yes," she said, squirming in mock protest underneath the robes of her patron and partner in crime. The silk robe's brushing against her nipples brought on another squeal, this time lower and nearing a moan. Chewing lightly on Alielle's ear, the princess murmured, "I expect you've gotten excited from performing your duties, Alielle, is that not so?" She licked at the inside of the delicate earlobe and then began to run her tongue down along the line of the pinned concubine's jaw. Gasping a bit, wriggling to get that silken feeling against her stiffening nipples, Alielle responded with an "Ohh, yes.." and spread her legs, Fatora's knee sliding between them as their rest point vanished. "Gotten hot and sticky?" Fatora said playfully, growling faintly as she began to suckle at Alielle's neck, enjoying the warm skin and the faint scent of whatever perfumings the minx had performed on herself earlier in the day. "Yes..." moaned Alielle, as Fatora's hand began to slide down her bare side, along the swelling curve of her breast for a moment, and then disappointing her and moving downwards towards the curve of her buttocks. "I wanted to play with myself.." "Ohh, how naughty of you!" Fatora said with a little smirk, as she licked slowly along the curve of Alielle's collarbone. "And you would have stained your tunic had I not told you to remove it, mmm?" Alielle groaned in agreement, nipples feeling aching and raw as Fatora's robes slid downwards. A soft purr came from her throat as the hand moving ever downwards cupped one of her buttocks for a moment, and then began to trace its way up and over her thigh. Fatora paused as she neared the curve of Alielle's breast, moving her head over to one side to trail her lips down between the two warm hemispheres. "Are your nipples tender, Alielle? Do you want me to soothe them?" she said, with mock cruelty. "Uh-huh," Alielle managed to gasp, feeling the hand slide downwards and trail through her cleft's upper thatching of hair, playing with the dark hair for a leisurely moment. Her thighs slid farther apart, sweat breaking out on her forehead as she felt herself getting desperate, panting lightly for breath. Fatora granted the spoken wish of her partner, sliding her mouth up the soft skin of the warm breast to rest her lips on the nipple, glancing up at Alielle and raising an eyebrow smugly before she began, very gently, to suck on the flushed and stiff nipple. Alielle met Fatora's gaze with near-helplessness, whimpering loudly as she felt the tingle of her nipple's satisfaction. Trying to lift her cleft upwards to meet Fatora's hand, she was thwarted when the hand slipped down and rested two fingers on her, one just on either side of her cleft; then, they started to tug the soft lips apart, very slowly. Fatora's lips curved in a smirk as she felt Alielle writhe and suffer delightfully beneath her. Tugging lightly on the nipple, she let out a satisfied little murmur and slid down her tongue to run over the engorged nub, letting the concubine's cleft lips clasp together again, and starting to spread them anew after a moment's pause. Alielle panted weakly, wriggling even more now, the sweat breaking out all over her silky skin, her own nub emerging from its hiding place as she was spread.. and then released.. and then spread again. "Fatorasama..." she groaned, looking at the princess pleadingly. "Please..." Fatora smirked, lazily, and lifted her face from Alielle's teat with a wet sucking sound. "Well," she said, straightening up and letting Alielle's cleft close itself anew, and placing her two fingers together and at its outermost limits. "If you insist." *** "I am -terribly- sorry for this," Rune said weakly to the ambassadors as the Endless Dance began to twist and turn across the grand hall. "She is.. that is to say.." The Celephaian and Kadathite ambassadors nodded, quietly, and the latter reached out to pat the poor woman upon her shoulder. "We shall not hold your sister's behaviors against your nation, Princess." Rune brightened slightly. "You're very kind," she said with a slight smile. From above the hall and off to one side, through an echoing airspace, came a distorted but lusty cry of 'HARDER! FATORASAMA!' and then a happy squeal; the sixteenth thus far. Rune let out another sigh, and slumped in her chair: the negotiations would not be endangered, but that did not make things easier for her. She toyed with one bang, and glanced at it carefully. 'Oh look,' she thought. 'Another grey hair.'