Domina

"Considering what Yasmin said we should send a woman, Ophelia. Is it possible?"

"Possible? Yes, it is possible. Riskier, perhaps, but..." But before she could finish that phrase a Domina, a heavenly guardian angel revealed herself. Two meters tall, her body glowed with divine light. She was dressed in flimsy transparent pieces of silk. She was tall and shapely, with strong legs and arms. She appeared Luxian, if one forgave the divine excellence, and somehow familiar to the princess.

"Stay your hand, White Summoner, for your succor is already here, and indebted to your highness."

"The grandma! you are the woman I helped at the church!" Liandra exclaimed, and upon realizing that she passed away she couldn't help but feel sorrow.

"Yes, my time was coming to an end. But thanks to you I ascended to this position after my unavoidable demise. And thanks to you, I have been able to watch over the blossoming love of your two friends." The two lingerie clad women blushed a deep shade of scarlet and Liandra laughed. If she could joke so easily then she surely was in a better place now.

The trio briefed the heavenly agent on their plan, and Liandra was surprise to have Domina's approval. Ophelia insisted to weave some protection spells before she went on her mission. All they needed to do was wait.

Liandra started chatting with Yasmin, and found the woman amiable and carefree. Ophelia joined with equal glee, obviously those two still had much to talk to each other. Liandra wondered if there was a way she could excuse herself, but she also needed to wait for the return of the domina. Surprisingly there was never that awkward silence when old and new lover meet for the first time.

"So, was Ophelia your first love?" Liandra gasped at the sudden question, time enough for the willowy noblewoman to kiss the summoner´s reddened cheek.

"No... she wasn't my first. There was another, a guardsman before her" Liandra said fondly.

"A man? but i though you were..." Yasmin was surprised. It didn't escape the princess notice how Yasmin brought Ophelia's hands closer to her body.

"... a lesbian?" but Liandra shrugged. "I don't know. I just know I am to marry prince Mortimer" Ophelia moved behind the noblewoman, and began to caress her shoulders "are you sure, Yasmin?" Liandra overheard her whisper. She nodded.

Yasmin melted easily under her attention, moaning softly. Ophelia hands were delicate, but appeared large when compared to Yasmin's thin body. Yasmin purred like a kitten, and played like one as she was laid back in bed. They were exchanging sweet nothings to each other, and Liandra felt completely left out. Maybe it would have been best if she had left. But she didn't.

Her dress came down. Ophelia motioned her closer. Yasmin's slender neck surrendered for a kiss. The princess joined them in bed, her hands finding the company she missed so much. But as much as her body craved sexual attention, she knew Yasmin was still innocent and the caress they were sharing was much tamer in nature. She and Ophelia did kiss, but only through the lips of Yasmin. Nimbling on her lips was similar, but not the same. When Liandra invaded her mouth with her tongue, she felt like a conqueror rather than a dance partner, but the message got across all the same.

It was more than an hour of oblique love making, and Liandra was at her wits ends to not **** the little virgin in between with all the pent up lust burning in her sex. But Domina returned with the book, her divine beauty disheveled, she reaked of sex. Liandra accepted the book in her hands, and felt its cover sticky. The sacrilege didn't escape her.