Closer

The allure of some sort of magic being done was too strong, and Xalendra found herself drawn closer by curiosity—and by other forces she shied from addressing. Her breaths imperceptibly deepening, the princess sank down to her knees once again, sitting just out of reach of her handmaiden.

Kylia shifted and squirmed on the floor, staring between her own legs in passionate awe. Her voice squeaked out between gasps that coincided with her spasms, and slowly the girl fell onto her back, knees knocking together as her feet inched in different directions. She seemed unsure of what to do with her hands, bringing one to her supple breast, the other clawing the floorboards.

Xalendra realized she had moved even closer, watching her handmaiden with a creeping envy. Kylia looked like she enjoyed the magic, but it wasn't clear what that magic was. Leaning down to the floor, the princess swallowed her embarrassment and peered between the girl's legs, looking to the soft pink glow emanating from Kylia's quim.

It was wet down there, she noticed first. The pinkening skin glistened with moisture, tiny droplets puddling on the floor where her handmaiden was sitting. In the shadows past her ankles the pink glow illuminated enough that Viri was visible in the cleft of flesh where she worked her magic. The fae's little head of green hair swam back and forth at the tip of Kylia's entrance, iridescent wings gradually spreading and folding as her tiny body was held close to the damp folds.

Viri was quick to notice Xalendra's attention, turning to peer out of the corner of one big eye, a smirk on her slick face. Then the fae's wings fluttered abruptly, making the girl moan even louder as her free hand reached out to touch Xalendra's own.

“M'lady, it's... exhilarating,” breathed Kylia. Xalendra met her reaching hand with a gentle grasp, feeling her squeeze it with every moan.

She watched the fae continue to work, miniature limbs moving in minute ministrations upon her handmaiden's sex. Viri was kissing Kylia's clitoris as her knee prodded the inner folds of the girl's pussy, rubbing and stroking with what seemed like expert movements. Kylia's moans continued to grow in the throes of this work, squeezing Xalendra's hand all the harder.

The princess was panting, a heat flushing her face, building inside her. She saw Viri flutter her wings again, coaxing more fluid from Kylia's quim. It brought a greater gasp, making the girl arch her back off the floor. The princess watched, transfixed as the fae repeated the process in a steady rhythm, her handmaiden's voice crying louder and louder.

“Yes... Yes!” crooned the girl, feet arching along with her back as her toes curled and her hands clung tight. As her moans reached a rapturous height, Xalendra saw Viri thrusting her arm into Kylia's pussy, and a spout of the girl's juices sprayed forth.

The princess gasped as her face was subject to a splash of warm fluid, eyes screwing shut while it poured over her. Shuddering through her orgasm, Kylia arched her back in a final gasp, squirting one last time across Xalendra's agog expression and into her open mouth. She recalled in that moment Viri licking her fingers, and found it tasted... exhilarating.

Xalendra swallowed as she ran her free hand over her face, opening her eyes to see Kylia panting on the floor before her, the fae siting just above her dripping pussy.

“How does Master like my magic?” Viri chimed with a wink.