Getting closer

Liandra imagined how it would be to dwell further on her fiance's arms. To kiss him. To make love to him. To ...

Liandra masturbated to orgasm yet again, the third time since her encounter with Mortimer. She was sweaty and made a mess on her bed. It didn't matter, she was so tired she closed her eyes and slept, only to be awaken in what seemed like mere moments.

"Liandra? are you okay? it seemed like you were having a nightmare" It was Flora, her nursemaid. It felt like ages since she last saw her, so Liandra offered her a genuine smile "I... think I am okay. Sorry if I scared you."

"That is fine, don't worry" She turned her nose when she saw the stained sheets, but tossed them aside. It was quite clear the elderly lady didn't intend to let the princess go back to sleep, so Liandra began to change herself.

"I am so glad you kicked out that witch. What the two of you were doing was unnatural" Flora had that disapproving tone that only she could manage. Liandra mused how she was the only one to really chastise the princess. "Unnatural? It felt quite good, actually" Liandra teased her "I hope you confessed your sins, hell is no place for a beautiful princess like you" Flora was unusually snarky that morning, so Liandra didn't pursue the bait.

"So, what does everyone think of Prince Mortimer?"

"Well, many of us are very glad he is here. There were dreadful rumors about he was some sort of deviant lunatic, but he seems to be a decent, honest man. You should strive to make him happy." For some reason her approval meant much to the princess. So Liandra sought him out.

She found him sparring, so she watched him for a while. Again it was obvious that he wasn't a match versus some of the Luxian knights, but Liandra was more interested in his body than his fighting skill. When the men noticed her their fight stopped, and Mortimer came to talk to her.

"Liandra, you are more beautiful with each passing day" His shallow flattery for some reason pleased the royal teenager. "You are too kind. I apologize, I didn't to interrupt your training"

"It is no bother. I figured I would need to be much better if I am to defend myself from all the men that would want to steal the most gracious wife from all the realms from me." Liandra laughed, and said "Well, then you still need to practice much more" She saw the surprise in his eyes, but she added before it could turn to anger "but my champion shouldn't fight without my favor, let me tie my ribbon on the hilt of your sword"

She knelt in front of him, and could see the clear bulge inside his pants. She wondered if she could touch it, if she should touch it. If only there wasn't so many others in the room. Instead she reached for his word, and tied the piece of silk around the hilt. Ops, her elbow brushed his hard on a couple of times. She glanced up and saw the struggle in his eyes not to pounce on her right there.

"Win this fight, and you can ask a favor from me" She whispered in his ear "any favor" she adds in a sultry tone. Liandra sat back, to watch Mortimer join the fray. His enthusiasm was admirable, but it wasn't for lack of trying that kept him from winning against better knights. If anything he became more impulsive. So it wasn't a surprise that, a few moments later, his sword flew from his hand.