Aftermath - Kendra

Liandra breathed a few times, mustering her courage. She saw support in her ancestor´s ghostly visage, and so addressed the court

"Baroness Kendra, also know as 'the Blackhand'." There was a stunned silence. Liandra waited a couple more seconds, but she didn't hear anything. Was she dead? The princess fully expected an uproar.

When she opened her eyes, she had no eyes for her court. Kendra was there, magnificent, in her dark leather armor that clung so well to her familiar curves. Her heart quickened, and she felt like there were butterflies in her stomach.

"Forever, my love. My life for you" Neither had eyes to see the awestruck expression in each of Luxiuses subjects. Theirs was a genuine love, obvious to all in such unique circumstances. They were being **** to reconsider their ingrained prejudices and to rejoice in a public display of their own private shames and desires.

Liandra wrapped her arms around Kendra´s waist, and felt the baroness strong arms hold her with equal tenderness. What kind of kiss should she give? Tender and chaste? Lewd and wet? what is the appropriate kiss for the first openly Lesbian Queen in Luxian history?

The blackhand decided for her, she leaned over the princess and gave her best impersonation of a faerie tale kiss. It was appropriate, they lived happily ever after.

Kendra took command of Luxius armies, and with some help of somewhat infernal allies did short work of the treacherous princes armies. Her courage became much admired in Luxius, to the point where a few resented Liandra for not showering the gorgeous heroine with more gifts, titles and honorifics.

Sir Kodovar fought valiantly under Kendra. It wasn't an easy task to satisfy the two hungry vixens, but he did better than most. He also achieved valor in the battlefield, and for that rose in standing in the court.

Liandra´s mother remained active, offering kind advice whenever someone was inclined to listen. Eventually Liandra had need of an ambassador to Nocternia, and her mother not only volunteered, she demanded to be given the role. But those are tales for another time.

As for Liandra...

She opened her eyes, but she couldn't see anything. A blindfold covered her eyes. She tried to touch it, but not remove it, but couldn't. Her arms also were tied, and she didn't need to test much to see the same was true for her legs.

"Kendra..." she whispered, to be answered by the brush of a feather, a ticklish sensation that spread all over her royal body. Her belly was the worst, but it was the sure way to her pussy. The light object barely began to tease going in that direction and Liandra moaned in antecipation.

"Shh... you don't want to wake Lisette" Kendra whispered, but how infuriating! if she didn't want to hear moans, why didn't she gag her again? But she struggled to be quiet as the tickling sensation mercilessly teased her, and worse, when delicate fingers began to taunt her entrance

"W-why must you torment me so?"

"Shh... not a word" her nipples pitched, it hurt so sweetly. Liandra moaned helplessly, and doubly so when Kendra kissed it better.

"f-fuck me" she begged, even if she knew it was helpless

"Already? My naive princess, you are supposed to resist with all the strength of your virtue" But she did get her wish, Kendra scissored her spread legs, and began to grind her melting pussy with relentless fury. In the midst of her passion she found another pussy suddenly hovering over her face, she had no idea there was someone else with them in the room! But Liandra loved her place, and began to lick with gusto.

Liandra felt comforted by the fact she would later learn the identity of the mint flavored pussy. She knew her ancestors, even her father, were watching over her, and one of them would talk. They always did.